EBE #204 - Chapter 14 I'm here to pick you up
#204 - Chapter 14 I'm here to pick you up
Since ancient times, murder and arson have always been linked. Human emotions are contagious, and when the desire for brutal killing takes over, they destroy everything around them.
A large number of gold cloaks were knocked to the ground, and the rioters began to attack them with everything they had, including nails and teeth. The outer defensive circle of the gold cloaks was quickly breached, and the Lannister heavy-armored soldiers in the inner circle began to slash and kill indiscriminately.
Emotionally charged rioters rushed towards them one after another, and the nobles protected behind them were naturally not spared. Some maids and noble ladies were dragged away screaming.
Tyrion watched helplessly as the High Septon, as fat as a mountain of meat, was knocked to the ground by a large group of rioters. Immediately afterward, there was a heart-wrenching scream, and then his fleshy arm was torn off, held high overhead by a rioters covered in blood. The screams continued, and one could imagine what he was experiencing. Tyrion almost vomited, but fortunately, the soldiers were very dedicated, protecting the nobles as they retreated towards the Red Keep. The Hound and Meryn Trant brought up the rear, displaying extraordinary bravery. Anyone who approached was directly cut down with a sword, which did deter many people.
The nobles were not helpless weaklings, but they were wearing formal attire without armor today and did not even bring weapons. However, they were still overwhelmingly superior to these rioters. Together, they managed to fight their way out.
They joined forces with the soldiers to fight their way back to the Red Keep. When the last person entered the Red Keep and the gate was tightly closed, the courtiers finally felt safe.
Joffrey was still cursing loudly, "Damn traitors! This bunch of bastards! I want to kill them all, kill them all."
Tyrion, who had narrowly escaped death, cursed back without hesitation, "Shut up! You blind idiot!"
Joffrey said angrily, "How dare you curse me? I am the King."
Tyrion pointed at his nose and cursed, "There have been tyrants and stupid kings in the history of the Seven Kingdoms, but I never thought there would be a combination of both like you! It's because of you that we've ended up in this situation."
Joffrey: "Shut up, it's those bastards who are attacking me!"
Tyrion: "They just threw a lump of cow dung, and you want to kill them all? The people are just starving, you just need to say a few nice words to appease them. But you messed everything up, you caused this riot."
Joffrey shouted: "I am the King, watch your words!"
Tyrion slapped him directly: "I even hit the King! And this hand is still fine." He was really angry; this was simply an unprovoked disaster. He shuddered at the thought of the High Septon being dismembered.
Suddenly, he looked around and realized that Sansa was missing. He immediately asked loudly, "Where is the Stark girl? Has anyone seen her?"
Joffrey said fiercely, "Let her die."
Tyrion came up to him and said viciously, "If that girl dies, your Uncle Jaime will never come back. Someone! Arrange for a few people to go out and find the Stark girl!"
"My Lord, there's a fire outside, and it seems to have spread to Flea Bottom."
Tyrion's head was about to explode. If Stannis came now, King's Landing would definitely not be able to hold out. "Find a way to notify the barracks and have the commander-in-chief bring troops to suppress the riot. Be sure to control the fire; King's Landing can't withstand any more bad news." As for Sansa, he could only let her fend for herself; he didn't have that much energy to manage these things.
The fate of the maids and noble ladies who were dragged away was self-evident. Unfortunately, Sansa was also separated from the crowd. With eyes full of fear, she chose the wrong path in a panic, getting further and further away from the Red Keep.
But behind her, there were always a dozen or so rioters following closely, their eyes flashing with cruelty and tyranny. Finally, in an alleyway, Sansa was blocked.
The men approached her with grins. Sansa retreated to the wall and shouted, "Don't come over! Go away, go away!" In a panic, she picked up a stick from the ground and smashed it at the approaching bald man. This blow was full of force, directly shattering the bald man's jaw. In fact, due to bloodline reasons, the seemingly weak noble lady's physical fitness might be slightly stronger than that of a strong adult man.
The miserable state of their companion did not deter the others; instead, it aroused their tyrannical desires. They rushed up and tore at the girl's clothes.
Sansa decided to fight desperately. She knew what she was about to face. "Pfft~ Pfft!" The sound of sharp blades cutting flesh was mixed with screams.
Sansa opened her eyes and saw five soldiers in gray clothes hacking at the rioters with their swords. The screams were from the rioters, who had no power to fight back against these elite soldiers.
Sansa, disheveled, squatted down against the wall, but she did not let go of the wooden stick in her hand. The soldiers were ruthless, and they quickly killed more than a dozen rioters, leaving no one alive.
One of the younger ones walked up to Sansa and held out his hand to her: "Hello, Miss Stark, you are safe. We are ordered to take you back. You can call me Willy."
Sansa looked at him gratefully: "Thank you, thank you." Willy and the other four protected Sansa in the middle and were about to leave.
Suddenly, a tall figure appeared and said, "Tax Guard? Lord Baelish doesn't seem to be in King's Landing. Who exactly are you taking orders from? And where are you taking the girl?" It was Sandor Clegane, who had escorted Joffrey and others back to the Red Keep not long ago. He discovered that Sansa had not followed, so he turned back to look for her. Along the way, he killed many rioters and heard from them that a noble lady had run in this direction.
"Clang~" A sound of drawing swords, and several people looked at the Hound vigilantly. Willy: "So it's Ser Clegane, I'm sorry. We are going to send Miss Sansa to where she should go."
The Hound: "No, she should go back with me. Go away! For the sake of you saving the girl just now, I don't want to kill you."
"Back to that prison again?" Accompanied by the voice, a tall figure walked out from the corner. He came closer and lifted his hood, grinning with a mouthful of white teeth: "Hound, it's been a while."
The Hound looked solemn: "You're Gregor? Captain of Qarlon's guard, why are you here?"
Gregor: "Of course, to welcome Miss Sansa home. This is my Lord's order, and I hope you don't make things difficult for me." He turned his head and said to Sansa: "Miss Stark, do you still recognize me? My Lord Qarlon asked me to pick you up. Your brother, young Rickon, misses you very much."
The Hound: "You dare to come to King's Landing? Has Lord Qarlon also come?"
Gregor: "That's none of your business. What kind of life Sansa has had in King's Landing? You know better than I do. I'm taking the person away today. If you dare to stop me, then let's have a fight." Gregor tore off his cloak, revealing the full armor underneath, and then draped the cloak over Sansa's body.
Sandor Clegane, whose face was originally ferocious, seemed to show a hint of tenderness: "Miss Stark, I didn't see you today. I hope you can safely return home, and I hope you can forget the unpleasant experiences you've had these days." Then he left without looking back.
Gregor showed a meaningful smile: "Let's go! Let's get out of this disgusting city as soon as possible. It's too smelly."
The group, led by Willy, wandered around the alleys and entered the sewer through a doorway. At the exit, a boat was waiting, with more than sixty people in Tax Guard uniforms.
Willy: "Let's set sail! That's all the personnel being evacuated this time."
As the boat slowly sailed away, Sansa looked at the castle where she had lived for a year. An endless sadness welled up in her heart. It was here that she lost her beloved father and buried her ignorant love.