Chapter 6 Fighting

The gloomy sky is pressing on people's hearts, and it is a haze that cannot be dispelled.

The drizzle stopped.

The enemy's attack was like a torrential rain and wind, the horse's hooves stepped on the ground, and the long sword and spear held high, rushed straight to the carriage protected by the guards in the center.

All the enemies were covered with black cloth, and the family emblem was removed from the armor, it seemed that they were deliberately concealing their identities.

The leading knight held a spear under his arm, the sharp tip of the spear dipped slightly, and a flickering cold light aimed at the Red Fort Guards ahead.

The black cloth wrapped his cheeks, revealing only a pair of eyes, and a dull low roar sounded word by word.

"Kill! Light! Him! They!"

Like thunder.

rumbling—

The next second, the iron hoofs galloped and roared.

The purpose of this group of masked attackers is very clear, they are to kill Layla mother and son.

And Queen Layla and her maids were stunned by the sudden attack, not even reacting to what happened.

"Enemy attack!"

Among them, the battle-hardened Sir William was the first to react.

However, at this moment, without a long sword in his hand, he could only untie the short throwing spear he was good at from his waist, aimed at the enemy rushing in front, and then threw it directly.

whoosh-

The short spear broke into the air and broke out with a sound.

The knight in the lead among the masked attackers was caught off guard and was directly hit in the chest with a spear.

bang——

The hard breastplate was not broken by the spear, but a deep pit was also smashed out.

And because the masked knight did not clamp the horse with his legs, the powerful thrust of the spear disrupted the balance of the charge, and the masked knight was directly overturned to the ground by this huge force.

thump.

The smoke and dust were everywhere, and the masked knight was thrown a lot, because his feet were entangled in the stirrups and he was forcibly dragged by the war horse for a few meters before trying to break free.

And the cavalry who followed him were also experienced, they discovered this sudden situation in time, bypassed the 'adult' who fell off the horse and continued to charge forward.

Otherwise, the unfortunate knight will be directly trampled into flesh by ruthless iron hooves.

And this raid on the avenue was also accompanied by this spear and officially kicked off.

"kill--"

The sound of fighting resounded in the avenue and the surrounding woods in an instant, like thunder, the guards of the Red Fort were just resting, and they seemed a little caught off guard when they were attacked, and they fell into the wind in an instant.

Several soldiers were directly knocked away by the horses or had their throats slit before they could stand up.

Blood was sprayed, screams were heard one after another, and some soldiers even dropped their weapons and went straight into the jungle in an attempt to escape.

However, the masked knight who had just fallen off his horse had already struggled to get up from the ground at this moment.

His leg seemed to be broken, and the spear in his hand had long since fallen. He supported the ground with the scabbard of his saber, and stood up straight with difficulty.

There was an unconcealed embarrassment in his eyes.

Because, the shame of falling from a horse has accompanied him for half his life.

He was once defeated by a red robe monk from Myr in a tournament group event held in King's Landing. The reason was that the red robe monk used a flaming sword to frighten his warhorse, so the honorable lord knight Shamefully thrown off by his own horse.

Unexpectedly, he fell off the horse again carelessly today, and this time he seemed to have broken his leg.

The masked lame knight stood on the spot with one hand on the scabbard. The pain in his leg continued to come up like a dull knife gouging out flesh, and the cold sweat on his forehead also oozes out.

However, he just gritted his teeth and held back the pain, his face remained unchanged, his eyes were as sharp as falcons, and he still scanned the entire battlefield meticulously.

He saw several Red Fort guards who were responsible for escorting the queen and the prince trying to escape, and then he waved his hand and pointed his finger to that side and ordered decisively.

"Kill them all!"

"Don't let one go!"

Before the Usurper's War began, the family had not expressed its attitude, and had been separated between the rebels and the Iron Throne.

However, since the Battle of the Trident, the heir to the royal family was killed, the situation has gradually become clear, the Targaryen situation has disappeared, and the family has lost confidence in the Iron Throne. At the same time, it has also found the best time to intervene in the war, which can directly reap the fruits of war victory.

And now the heads of Queen Layla and Prince Viserys are the best candidates to join the rebel camp.

However, for a variety of more important reasons, they cannot directly reveal their identities now.

Therefore, with the order of the lame knight, several masked 'bandits' were well-trained and resolutely escaped from the battlefield.

Boom.

Horses' hooves galloped into the mud, and the masked attackers rode warhorses with blood-stained swords.

wow-

Without hesitation, he urged the horse to separate the weeds and leaves, and plunged into the woods. Strive to kill all the enemies, leave no survivors, and keep all the news from being leaked.

"very good."

The lame knight nodded in satisfaction when he saw this scene.

Immediately, the pain in the leg hit, the muscles on the face twitched violently, and the hilt of the sword was clenched to support the body.

Although the king's army was corrupted, the Red Fort's guards were still quite elite. When they encountered a surprise attack, they fell into the disadvantage and suffered heavy losses in an instant, but when they reacted, they still broke out tenacious resistance.

In an instant, under the leadership of the instructor of the Red Fort, several masked cavalrymen were directly challenged off their horses, their heads were cut off with a sword, and blood spurted out as if they didn't want money.

"Protect Her Majesty the Queen!"

The middle-aged man with slightly curly hair was covered in blood, grabbed a war horse, turned over and climbed up.

The body crawled tightly against the horse's back, the warhorse galloped with a sword in one hand, and escaped the enemy's attack in the gap between the two warhorses.

Immediately, with his superb swordsmanship, he directly slit his throat.

The warhorse was frightened, and dragged the corpse on its back to the direction of the woods.

And Viserys, who was holding Sir William's saber, was still blank at the moment.

He reacted to what happened, but his legs were stiff as if filled with lead, and he watched the scenes that were happening in front of him.

The shrill screams, the splashes of blood, the head that rolled on the ground, and all the powerful images made his breathing a little stagnant.

Then he saw a frightened warhorse dragging an enemy's corpse on a rampage, rushing in his direction.

Viserys's brain suddenly came to his senses at this time, because he knew that if he was hit by the war horse, he would really die.

After trying his best to overcome his inner fear, his legs filled with lead seemed to suddenly have a bit of strength.

And then when the frightened warhorse was about to run into him.

jumped aside.