Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

"Have you learned it, child?"

Viserys nodded slightly.

"Is it simple?"

He then continued to ask questions.

He understands these kinds of kids well. When they first start training, they are very restless and want to become the king of the kids and be invincible in just a few days.

However, in reality, it takes them several years, or even decades, of hard training to become an outstanding rider.

For example, he still practices the simplest 'thrust' repeatedly, striving to achieve the ultimate speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness, rather than many tedious and dazzling moves.

Those things have no use other than their aesthetic value.

However, Viserys, holding his sword, heard Sir William's question, hesitated slightly, and then shook his head.

He wasn't a child; this kind of question was obviously a trap, and of course he wasn't going to be stupid enough to jump into it and get lectured for no reason. So Viserys spoke up.

"not simple."

"Then you're wrong..."

Sir William started to speak, but then stopped halfway through, not expecting Viserys to act unpredictably and catch him off guard.

Was I wrong?

Viserys tilted his head, slightly puzzled.

"No, you're right."

Sir William patted his chest, catching his breath, and then spoke in a rather irritable tone.

Not far away.

Rene saw this scene while peering out of the carriage window. Her beautiful eyes curved into crescents, and she couldn't help but giggle.

She felt that Viserys must have done it on purpose.

Then he saw a middle-aged man with messy hair pat Viserys on the shoulder and tell him to practice the straight thrust method a few times, and to strengthen his wrist strength. Viserys was still struggling to lift the sword, and it was crooked and unsteady.

Sir William then pulled up his trousers and walked toward the woods not far away, intending to relieve himself. Because there were women around, he needed to walk a little further.

And at this time.

Out of the corner of his eye, the middle-aged coach seemed to see a large flock of birds suddenly startled and taking flight in the direction they had come from.

"Ok?"

The man paused slightly, a bad premonition suddenly welling up inside him.

at the same time.

He also felt the ground tremble slightly, and the sound of horses' hooves galloping at high speed gradually rose.

Rumbling--

From afar, it gradually magnified, like rumbling thunder.

Meanwhile, the soldiers who were resting on the ground also realized what was happening and picked up their weapons.

"Enemy attack!!!"

The soldiers on guard duty shouted loudly from a hill not far away.

Chapter 6 Battle

The gloomy sky weighed heavily on people's hearts, an inescapable gloom.

The drizzle has stopped.

The enemy's attack was like a sudden storm; hooves pounded the ground, and longswords and spears, raised high, charged straight at the carriage protected by guards in the center.

All the enemies wore black cloths to cover their faces and removed their family crests from their armor, seemingly to conceal their identities.

The lead knight held a lance tucked under his arm, its sharp tip slightly lowered, gleaming with a chilling light as it was aimed at the Red Keep guards ahead.

His face was covered by a black cloth, revealing only his eyes, and a deep, muffled roar rang out, each word distinct.

Kill them all!

Like a thunderclap.

Rumbling--

The next second, iron hooves thundered in, roaring towards them.

The masked attackers had a very clear objective: to kill Leila and her child.

Queen Leila and her maids were stunned by the sudden attack and didn't even realize what had happened.

"Enemy attack!"

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

However, at this moment he had no longsword in his hand, so he could only take out the short javelin he was good at using from his waist, aim it at the enemy charging at the front, and then throw it out with force.

whoosh-

The short spear made a sound as it pierced the air.

The knight who was the leader of the masked attackers was caught off guard and was hit directly in the chest by a spear.

bang——

The sturdy breastplate wasn't breached by the javelin, but it was still smashed into a deep crater.

Because the masked knight's legs were not firmly gripping his horse, the powerful impact of the spear disrupted the balance of the charge, and the masked knight was thrown to the ground by the force.

thump.

Dust billowed up, and the masked knight was thrown around in a daze. His feet were tangled in the stirrups, and he was dragged several meters by the warhorse before he finally managed to break free.

The cavalrymen following behind him were also experienced and promptly noticed the sudden situation, bypassing the fallen 'lord' and continuing their charge.

Otherwise, this unfortunate knight would have been trampled into mincemeat by the merciless iron hooves.

And with this spear, the surprise attack on the main road officially began.

"kill--"

In an instant, the sounds of battle echoed through the main road and the surrounding woods like thunder. The Red Keep's guards, who had just been resting, were caught off guard by the attack and were immediately put at a disadvantage.

Several soldiers were knocked away by warhorses or had their throats slit before they could even stand up.

Blood splattered everywhere, screams echoed, and some soldiers even dropped their weapons and fled into the jungle in an attempt to escape.

However, the masked knight who had just fallen from his horse had already struggled to his feet.

His leg seemed to be broken, and the spear in his hand had long since fallen to the ground. He used the scabbard of his sword to support himself on the ground, and stood up with difficulty, limping.

His eyes were filled with barely concealed embarrassment and annoyance.

Because the shame of falling from his horse had haunted him for half his life.

He was once defeated in the team event of a tournament held in King's Landing by a red-robed monk from Myr. The reason was that the red-robed monk used a longsword that was burning with flames, which frightened his warhorse, and thus the noble knight was humiliatingly thrown off his own horse.

Unexpectedly, he carelessly fell off his horse again today, and this time it seems he broke his leg.

The masked, lame knight stood with difficulty, one hand gripping the scabbard. The pain in his leg surged up like a dull knife cutting into his flesh, and cold sweat seeped from his forehead.

However, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain, his expression unchanged, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, still meticulously scanning the entire battlefield.

He saw several Red Keep guards, who were responsible for escorting the Queen and the Prince, trying to escape, and then waved his hand, pointing in that direction and decisively gave the order.

"Kill them all!"

"Don't let a single one escape!"

Before the War of the Usurper began, the family had remained neutral, wavering between the rebels and the Iron Throne.

However, since the Battle of the Trident, with the death of the royal heir, the situation gradually became clear: the Targaryens' power was waning, and the family had lost faith in the Iron Throne. At the same time, they found the perfect opportunity to intervene in the war and directly reap the rewards of victory.

Now, the heads of Queen Leila and Prince Viserys are the best pledge of allegiance to the rebels.

However, for various more important reasons, they cannot reveal their identities directly at this time.

Therefore, at the command of the lame knight, several masked 'bandits' were well-trained and decisively roamed away from the battlefield.

Rumble...

Horses galloped, kicking up mud, as masked attackers rode warhorses, wielding blood-stained swords.

wow-

Without hesitation, he spurred his horse through the weeds and leaves, plunging into the woods. His aim was to kill every enemy, leaving no survivors, and to ensure that no information was leaked.

"very good."

The lame knight nodded in satisfaction upon seeing this.

Then a sharp pain shot through his leg, and the muscles in his face twitched violently as he gripped the sword hilt tightly to support his body.

Although the royal army was corrupt, the guards of the Red Keep were still quite elite. When they were caught off guard by the surprise attack, they were immediately at a disadvantage and suffered heavy losses. However, when they came to their senses, they still put up a tenacious resistance.

In an instant, under the leadership of the Red Keep instructor, several masked cavalrymen were directly knocked off their horses, their heads severed with a single sword stroke, and blood gushed out as if it were free.

"Protect Her Majesty the Queen!"

The middle-aged man with slightly curly hair, covered in blood, seized a warhorse and climbed onto it.

He lay prone, pressed tightly against the horse's back, and as the warhorse galloped, he held his sword in one hand, dodging enemy attacks in the gaps between two passing horses.

He then used his superb swordsmanship to slit his throat.

The warhorse was startled and dragged the carcass on its back toward the woods.

Viserys, who was holding Sir William's sword, was still in a daze.

He realized what was happening, but his legs felt like they were made of lead, and he stood frozen in place, watching helplessly as the scene unfolded before his eyes.

The piercing screams, the splattering blood, the head rolling on the ground—all these powerfully impactful images made his breath catch in his throat.

Then he saw a frightened warhorse dragging an enemy's corpse as it charged toward him.

Viserys' mind suddenly cleared at this moment, because he realized that if he were hit by a warhorse, he would probably really die.