Chapter 8

The sun is like blood.

A fight is over, the air is full of disgusting smell, and the flat road is full of blood and mud.

Rain and blood mixed together and stuck to the boots of the middle-aged coach.

Snap——

Then he stumbled down, splashed water, and left a small pit in place. The red rain soon filled it.

Plop——

Without going out for a few steps, William Darry knelt down in the mud.

With one hand on the ground, the sweat on his forehead kept seeping out, opened his mouth and breathed heavily, just like a fish thrown ashore.

Hoo hoo~

His other hand was tightly covering his abdomen, and blood was still flowing from his fingers.

He was injured.

This was the most serious injury on his whole body. He was attacked by a masked robber and stabbed in the ribs with a sword. There are still many injuries, big and small, that he can't even remember.

Not far away, the lame Knight also chopped down the last red castle guard who tried to kill him with his sword, and the long sword rolled hard on each other's neck.

"You..."

"Damn it."

Then he made an effort to draw down in the numb eyes of the other party, and the blood gushed out in an instant.

Plop——

As soon as his knees softened, he lost all his strength and fell into the mud.

The lame Knight killed the soldier, and his body stumbled slightly. Then he stood on the ground with a sword pole and stood hard.

The chest armor of a deep pit hit by a javelin fluctuated slightly, panting, and the golden hair stuck to his face with sweat.

At the moment, the black cloth used to mask the lame Knight's face has long been lost.

However, now he doesn't care.

The panic cry was not far away, and the faint figure was still looking back. Then he crossed the hills and drilled into the woods and fled without a trace.

It was a tragic battle. There were deserters on both sides who could not bear the pressure. They underestimated the morale and strength of the Red Fort guard, so they paid the price.

When the battle entered a stalemate and the plan was obviously impossible, the lame Knight actually wanted to retreat.

However, his broken leg became an obstacle to his escape.

The deserters did not take away the 'adults' who had obviously become a burden, but left him and fled.

Now on the whole battlefield, in addition to several subordinates lying on the ground who were seriously injured and could not escape, there were also several guards of the Red Castle leaning against the tree and wailing.

Then.

The Red Castle coach stood up with a sword again.

Only he and himself could stand up on the whole battlefield.

The golden haired lame Knight's eyes as sharp as hawks and falcons are hard to say tired at the moment. He knows that he may have no way to live since he was abandoned by his subordinates.

Unless he can kill everyone here with his last breath, including Queen Leila shivering in the carriage

At this time, the lame Knight seemed to think of something. He was in a trance and helped his forehead.

Then he saw that there was a boy with silver blond hair standing next to William Darry, covered with mud and blood, holding a sword in his arms. It was he who helped Sir William up.

"There's another man here."

The lame Knight smiled with his sword.

…

Not far away.

The middle-aged coach's curly hair was also close to his cheek, one hand covered his ribs, and his eyes were dizzy.

This is a precursor to excessive blood loss.

However, he recognized the mastermind of the attack. The black cloth on the lame Knight's face had been lost.

"Kevon Lannister!"

"It's you!"

The blonde lame Knight looked a little old, but in fact he was only in his thirties. Deep eyes, long legal lines, and a short trimmed golden beard on the chin. It just looks a little embarrassed at the moment.

William's upper and lower lips trembled slightly. Of course he recognized the man in front of him.

He was the brother of the famous guardian of the west, Duke tywin, and now he is the uncle of James Lannister, who is beside his majesty.

"Lannister has betrayed the iron throne!"

Sir William was shocked in his voice.

If the Lannister family has decided to betray the iron throne, King's landing may be really dangerous.

Because before they set out, the army in the West had marched towards King's landing under the banner of King Qin.

If King iris II orders to open the gate and let the Western army enter King's landing, the city that has never been broken from the outside may fall from the inside.

And his majesty has a James Lannister beside him.

"Sir William."

"Why don't we take a step back."

And kevon lannisters doesn't mind being recognized. Now his situation is very bad. He can only beg for life first. Other things are not important.

Kaifeng leaned on the sword in one hand and raised the other hand slightly, trying to make his language more sincere.

There are few lengtouqing in Lannister family. Maybe there are flexible genes in the blood. After all, everyone knows who Lannister's ancestors were.

Now, trapped in such a rigid situation, Kaifeng did not give up the hope of survival.

However, he did not try to persuade the coach to surrender, because both sides knew that it was impossible. If the coach wanted to surrender, he could have done it long ago, rather than fighting to such an extent.

So he wants to take a step back.

Don't look at the other side. There are queen Leila and some maids and a little boy.

However, Kaifeng has received strict training from urination and is proficient in fighting. Several women and a boy pose no threat to him. He can kill these women and children one by one, even if he is lame.

The only threat to him is the Red Castle coach who is seriously injured and far worse than himself.

Heard the words of the lame Knight opposite whom Sir William called kevon Lannister.

Wesselis was a little nervous, raised his head and looked at the man around him.

"Impossible!"

Sir William, however, put his hand under his ribs and looked pale, but he categorically refused.

He can't let go of each other, otherwise when Kaifeng stops deserting, he will die waiting for himself.

Then he looked at wesselis standing beside him and said.

"Son, remember what I just taught you?"

"Learn to stab the enemy with the pointed end."

Wesselis nodded heavily with his sword in his arms.

"Come with me!"

Then the middle-aged coach held the sword in one hand and staggered step by step towards Kaifeng.

Kaifeng knew that the other party's attitude was firm. He was lame and couldn't run the other party. He also pulled out his long sword to fight.

Two once noble Jazz adults are now like two wounded hungry wolves, staggering their bodies, rolling and fighting in the rain and blood.