Dominate the Game of Thrones with Mount and Blade

King's Landing, Gate of the Gods.

Ten years after the Conquest, Aegon I ordered the construction of walls around the residential area to protect the safety of the people in the capital.

In the past three hundred years of history, King's Landing has suffered wars many times. For example, during the Dance of the Dragons, the Black Party and the Green Party successively controlled here, and the capital changed hands twice; during the War of the Usurper, the city fell into the hands of Lannister and the Four Alliances successively.

But no matter how the previous wars were fought, the damage to the city walls was not great.

In other words, the damage to the city walls in the battle between the Lion and Flower Alliance and Stannis exceeded any war that took place here.

This is concentrated near the Gate of the Gods, where the terrain is open.

The city walls used to be as high as twenty feet, luxurious and magnificent, and the carvings on the city gates were even more unique. Both the iron gates and the facades were engraved with extremely detailed carvings of gods, and those carved eyes seemed to follow you and look at you.

Now, most of the walls are only four or five feet high, which is almost useless except for blocking the wall charge of the cavalry. Even a flexible child can easily climb up, not to mention the strong soldiers fighting in formation.

The reason for this is not only the cautiousness and stability of the then coach Kevan Lannister, but also the way of fighting in Westeros.

In the entire Western Continent, the division of arms is extremely vague. The top nobles can afford a large-scale army, so they can barely divide their soldiers into sword and shield infantry, lancers, light scout cavalry, etc., while the soldiers under the names of small nobles and wealthy knights are mainly trained farmers. They are fully equipped with a long weapon and a helmet. How can they be subdivided into arms?

So when a battle occurs, it is a field battle. After both sides have fought, the nobles should admit defeat. It basically affects our status.

Only in some rare periods will they retreat into a difficult siege. The besiegers usually have several times the number of troops as the unguarded troops. They block the gates in advance and stop destroying castles and towers before the siege equipment is built.

In the feudal fiefdom system of Westeros, the lords tried their best to strengthen their castles. In order to deal with those stone cities, small-powered trebuchets came into being.

The representative of them is the counterweight trebuchet.

The power of that giant trebuchet can be described. After all, a small number of people who have faced it have died, but just from some data, it is enough to outline the horror of that kind of city-breaking weapon: a counterweight box that is seventeen feet long and four feet wide and low, seventy to seventy kilograms of projectiles, and may be wrapped in a cloth cover of fuel.

In the comfort of that war giant, the entire west wall of King's Landing was smashed to pieces. In order to restore the city wall to its original appearance as soon as possible, Earl Tarly, who was temporarily responsible for the defense of the capital, chose to "mobilize the people".

Specifically, a small number of civilians were recruited to repair the wall, including blacksmiths, stonemasons, panting merchants, carpenters, women who cooked, wood-carrying men, and old men who were as thin as sticks of firewood... In the construction site west of King's Landing, those people worked hard and struggled with stones, wooden beams, bricks, etc.

Hundreds of armored soldiers patrolled back and forth among the working people, and sometimes whips were raised, and screams spread.

"You dare to delay the work of Tarly, you will be whipped first."

For lazy civilians, being whipped is already merciful. In recent days, sometimes people who have committed crimes have been hanged, hanging in conspicuous places to deter the mob.

The crimes were also minor, just stealing the meat of the nobles, hiding in places where people were resting, and obeying the orders of officers.

There is a way. In order to show his talent, Earl Tarly strictly ordered that the wall far away from the Gate of the Gods be built after the king returns. My intention was conveyed to the officers and the craftsmen who directed the construction, and those people weakened their pressure tenfold and vented it under the civilians who were working.

At this moment, among the crowd of people who were moving stones on the city wall, a young man who was so tired that he could hardly move his feet stopped and prepared to hurry up before leaving.

My name is Will, and I am the most common civilian outside King's Landing. I eat brown soup, wear a gray robe, and my face is hungry and yellow, and my body is thin.

Will thought that he would only stay for a minute or two, and the supervising officers would find out, but reality taught me what cruelty is.

A whip quickly fell under the exposed arm, leaving a bloody streak.

It seemed that the skin and flesh were already broken.

"You are in a hurry!" At the age when he was afraid of the sky and the earth, plus the pain from his arm, Will immediately fought back.

But I only dared to shout out, and then add a vicious look.

"Howl, dare to stare at people. He is a flea pit..." The officer who took back the whip scolded on the spot.

The emblem of the fast-moving hunter is hung on my chest, which means I am from the Tully family.

Before his lord came to power, the officer's voice was several notes lower. And in such a public place, how could I tolerate a civilian's backtalk.

The more the officer scolded, the more fiercely Will glared.

When I got to the front, Officer Tully knew whether it was because he was afraid of Will's eyes or because he scolded too much. I raised the whip again, ready to whip him a few times.

But how could Will, who was already prepared, suffer again? I grabbed the whip and let it go.

Without the supervision of the officer, dozens of civilians stopped, one to rest, and seven to see the joke of the arrogant officer.

The eyes of the people around made the officer angry, and I immediately drew my sword and prepared to chop a few swords.

Will would certainly suffer, so he loosened the rope and took light steps to escape from the officer's attack range.

The surrounding soldiers rushed over immediately before seeing the commotion over there. When he was young, the disgraced Will was caught by the glorious armored soldiers.

In order to vent his anger, the officer first spit on Will a few times, and then gave me a few whips.

In the process, we attracted the attention of fewer civilians.

Perhaps out of showing off his power, or perhaps out of due diligence, the officer whispered: "Such lazy scoundrels should be hung up for people to see. Only when a few die will they realize that life is like an insect, and they will be careful. Work for His Majesty King Arthur I."

At the end of the day, the civilians knew what mistake the young man who was being held down had made, but there were still no witnesses to witness what he had experienced, so the truth of the matter was widely spread.

The people, who were already tired enough, naturally had little sympathy for Will, and we talked to each other.

"Doesn't that person have the right to hang people?"

"Why do the people of Riverbend command you people of King's Landing?"

"Is the new owner of the chair that cruel?"

Because they were supervised by the soldiers, the civilians still dared to express their feelings as they did in the future, scolding the king and nobles who worked hard for the people, and only secretly referred to them as "the new owner of the chair."

The doubts from the surrounding people made the officer even more worried about his thoughts. I ordered a small wooden frame to be brought and prepared to hang the young man on the spot.

Will's head was pressed to the ground and he begged for mercy in a low voice: "Maleficent master, you don't dare to do it again, please let me spare you this time!"

It's just that the soldiers asked me to speak, so Will's mouth was forced to kiss the little ground.

The actions of the soldiers and officers in the Riverbend made the civilians of King's Landing even more satisfied, and the people's obedience made the officers feel that they were too kind.

"Your Majesty's capital must not be protected by majestic walls. What do those insects know?"

Officer Tully made up his mind to hang the young man to suppress the crowd, just like my lord villain did during the bitter bridge uprising.

Just when the small wooden frame was set up and the noose was put around poor Will's neck, the unusual movement under the construction site finally caught the noble's attention.

"Stop~" A small plate-armored soldier stopped Officer Tully's actions.

Then, escorted by several armored soldiers, a noble lady walked away from the group of civilians covered in mud and dust.

"Mr. Sergeant, why did he hang that poor man?"

The officer who was summoned turned around and saw the aristocratic lady who made me speechless.

Wearing a long green waist skirt, she outlined the noble man's perfect figure. His brown curly hair was tied up with a hairpin engraved with golden roses, revealing the swan's particularly elegant, white and supple neck.

"Yes...that's it, Sister Tyrell." The officer was already speaking easily and neatly, but I still insisted on finishing the reason.

The noble man who came was none other than Margaery Tyrell, the son of the Lord of the Reach and the new king's fiancée.

Shi Shuchen, who was born with a people-friendly temperament, smiled and nodded at the civilians while listening to Officer Tully's explanation.

It's just that the young man of the people whose body has been worked hard will pay attention to the sweet dates thrown by the noble eldest sister, even if you are stunningly beautiful.

"That poor man just wanted to take a break, which is far enough to be punished by hanging!" Margaery questioned.

Facing Officer Tully, Sister Tyrell became less serious.

"But if my behavior is allowed, the entire construction period will be delayed. Lord Randyll Tarly will bear such responsibility..." After stammering for a while, the officer finally recovered.

I moved out of my youngest front desk, hoping that the aristocratic eldest sister who looked at last year's extremely heavy weight would stop taking care of that big thing.

After all, there is no one more popular than Earl Tully in King's Landing now.

"If you are going to be hanged just for glaring at him, is there no royal law? Is there no justice in the kingdom?" But Margery did not pay attention to the meaning of the officer's words.

No matter how glorious Earl Tully is, he is also a vassal of your Tyrell family.

"You heard that Mr. Randyll is about to become the Minister of Justice. Do they, Tully's people, wantonly violate the laws of the kingdom and ruin my reputation?"

The officer hesitated for a moment and replied: "But you also bear the responsibility for delaying the construction period. My lazy behavior must be punished."

I was ready to reject Sister Tyrell's words again, but Margaery did not ignore me and directly gave the order:

"Let the poor man go, give me food and water, and let me rest for a while."

Before finishing her instructions, Margaery, who was about to become the king again, turned to face the common people with a smile and announced loudly:

"The King is your future husband. I am known for my narrowness and kindness. How could I allow my people to be enslaved like that? You, Margaery Stonetree, in the name of King Arthur I, decree that today's work Just go outside and find a place to rest first. When it's time to eat, your Tyrell family will prepare a sumptuous dinner for our little family..."

In the blink of an eye, you asked tens of thousands of civilians to stop working and take a rest.

The surrounding people suddenly burst into cheers, and as the news spread, the civilians throughout the construction site were grateful for the future king's kindness.

"The vicious King Shi Shuchen will definitely leave his name in the history books."

"The nobles of the Tully family are too strict, but Tyrell's eldest sister is considerate of the people!"

"You recognize whoever offers you a good meal."

Tens of thousands of civilians were chattering, Margaery's name spread quickly, and our love for the Tyrell family, just like our love for the Tully family, took shape in only a short time.

But a small matter like stopping the construction of the entire city wall could naturally be decided by a Tully officer, so no one immediately reported the situation under the construction site to the small craftsman and the Tully family's sworn knight, and then passed it to the ears of the little man Randyll who was working outside the city.

"You are a good person, let you bear the infamy."

The earl of Tully, who was dressed in iron armor, said loudly.

I am sorry for the behavior of Sister Tyrell, but it is also too much. It is a big trick to play with the hearts of the people.

Before hearing that, the sworn knight who was responsible for delivering the message asked: "How to execute it? His Majesty the King is about to return to King's Landing, maybe in those one or two days, your construction period has been delayed for a long time."

Because His Majesty Arthur I, who went north to meet King Stark and the loyal ministers of the River Bay, was about to return south to King's Landing, the sworn knight thought that the civilians should rest today.

"The king's opinion is the most important, and some civilians are not related to the small situation." Randyll Tarly stood up, "You go and discuss with Sister Margaery, the project must be carried out at a retreat."

I took several guards and the oath knight who reported the news out of the city, ready to let Sister Margaery withdraw the order.

...

In the Gate of the Gods.

Arthur, who rode to the destination first, recognized Shi Shuchen who was comforting and comforting the crowd at a glance.

"In terms of being close to the people and making gestures, you are a natural king." The king said to Podrick who followed.

Arthur has had a very in-depth exchange with Shi Shuchen, but I always feel that I see the beauty clearly.

It is true, which is the king's only evaluation of Sister Tyrell.

No matter what Margaery does, even if Arthur can guess your intentions and motives, he feels that you are not mixed with eight points.

To Sansa, Arthur I can still treat it with one point of sincerity, but in front of Margaery, I dare only use eight points of sincerity.

Maybe the feeling will change quickly before the wedding!

The rider holding the Targaryen eight-headed red dragon flag appeared with the king, and the crowd suddenly moved like a flowing tide, opening a passage so that Arthur I could reach Queen Margaery smoothly.

Even though Sister Tyrell has not married the king yet, a small number of civilians have already called you queen.

If the Stark family is not famous, I am afraid that Queen Sansa will be forgotten by the civilians.

Margaery raised her eyebrows again, her almond eyes showed an eight-point smile, the corners of her mouth slightly lowered, and she put on a standard look of a good wife and mother, and looked at her future husband.

"You are finally back."