Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web.

Chapter 217: Surprise Attack on Stonebridge

Was the war over?

Not for the "Hound."

Standing on the gate tower of Storm's End, he could already make out the chaos and confusion of the enemy camp with his naked eyes.

Nothing was more taboo in a duel than distraction.

"Action!" he ordered, looking at the battle map on the light screen.

Hundreds of cannons had been set up on the battlements for days, and now they were finally put to use, the gunners as excited as the cannons themselves.

Lighting up the control panel, the gunners couldn't wait to press the fire button.

Bang! Bang! Bang…

The Hound watched quietly below, the power of the cannons all vented onto the open ground hundreds of paces away from the enemy camp, a scene of devastation, but without any gain.

The Hound was not only not angry, but very satisfied.

He wasn't stupid.

Joffrey had just told him to try his best to capture intact flocks of sheep, how could he use cannons to indiscriminately slaughter lambs?

This was just right.

To deal with unowned sheep, all you need is to scare and guide them.

"Soldiers!" A mighty roar sounded again, "Renly's rebellion has failed! No one should die for him, surrender immediately! Your lord has already…"

The "Hound" looked at the map.

As early as the night, the Royal Fleet's Second and Third Marine Regiments, which had secretly landed, approached the enemy camp from the north, the Fourth and Fifth Regiments appeared in the south, and the Sixth and Seventh Regiments outflanked them from the rear of the enemy army.

The fence was already in place.

The "Hound" was not worried about the strength of the Marine Regiments.

Although most of these men were recruited from sailors and newly recovered castles, they all had light screens, many were also granted the power of divine grace, and there were cannons to help.

Although they could not be compared with the Kingsguard, it was completely no problem to deal with the chaotic, disorganized enemy army that had almost become a rout.

The Hound nodded, "Continue."

The shout that echoed through the wilderness changed its content, "Look at the disaster in front of your camp, that is the cannon created by His Majesty's divine power!"

The roar and explosion had long stopped the disputes between the Stormlands and Reach soldiers. People either stood still or wandered around blankly, but the voices they heard all came from Storm's End.

So this was a cannon.

People deeply remembered this name.

"The cannons are about to move forward, leveling all the military camps!"

The soldiers were in an uproar.

Randyll Tarly struggled to get up, "Lord Mace, Lord Renly, leave here quickly! Save your lives first, then talk about the rest."

"Soldiers, leave the military camp, leave death. Only ten breaths of time!"

"Ten, nine…"

Mace Tyrell instantly recovered all his strength, propped himself up on a table, and then rushed out without caring about anything.

The survivors of the Reach tried to follow the footsteps of their liege lord, but could only fall far behind Duke Mace.

The Stormlands lords also fled on their own.

Randyll Tarly frowned, stopping a few people, "Even if you plan to be loyal to King Joffrey, at least fulfill your final duty to your former lord!"

"No need," Renly had already been helped up by a few still loyal guards.

"Lord Randyll, you are a truly honorable nobleman," Renly sighed sadly, "The gods are too partial. However, I accept defeat."

"Six, five…"

Time was running out, Randyll Tarly couldn't help but feel anxious, and then looked worriedly at Renly.

Renly forced a smile, "Let's go together. I don't intend to give up my life just yet. At least, I should see Joffrey again and ask him a few questions."

"Three…"

Renly turned his back to Storm's End, his steps faltering, barely even running.

Bang! Bang! Bang…

The cannons gradually extended, devouring camp tents and fortifications, getting closer and closer to Renly and others.

Renly still did not accelerate.

He bet right. The artillery fire only spread and raged behind him, but did not cross him a step, even until he completely left the military camp area.

The Hound curled his lips. Clearly a loser, why pretend to be like this?

But he really didn't dare to dispose of Renly without authorization. Who knew what Joffrey was really thinking, was it because of public opinion, people's hearts, or credibility, or something else?

In short, Renly could not die yet.

"Reporting, Commander, the artillery strike is complete!" The artillery chief ran over to report, with a respectful expression.

The Hound did not appreciate it, "Wasting time! Say anything on the light screen!"

"Yes!" The artillery chief straightened his body.

Ding~

The Hound glanced at the light screen, and was immediately speechless, "It's about next time! You… forget it, go back."

"Yes!" The artillery chief ran back to his post.

The Hound shook his head, refocusing his attention on the battle map, "The rebel army has dispersed, all Marine Regiments press on!"

"Cannons execute the second step of support!"

The tens of thousands of soldiers who were trapped in the middle and did not know what to do heard that thunderous voice again.

"Soldiers, to the west, to the south, to the north, the royal army is ready to accept surrender in three directions. Remember, do not gather! The cannons will destroy any group of more than fifty people. Do not gather!"

"Ten breaths of time! Ten, nine…"

Randyll Tarly looked around, obviously there were more than a hundred people.

Renly sighed, "Lord Randyll, let's part here, I believe you also have things to be busy with."

Randyll Tarly took two steps back, giving a final formal salute.

"Lord Renly, take care."

Renly smiled bitterly, "Perhaps I will soon no longer be a lord. You also take care, Earl Tarly."

Randyll Tarly no longer spoke, striding away.

Some soldiers looked at each other, silently leaving the team, following Randyll Tarly.

The cannons only fired two more rounds.

Having personally witnessed hundreds of the most ignorant companions reduced to nothing, the flock was completely broken up.

There was no more threat.

The Hound grinned, "Priests, leave the city. The King has ordered, forgive all who surrender, grant them divine grace."

After imprinting the divine grace core, everything will be smooth sailing…

It was only just past noon, and Storm's End was completely filled with countless prisoners, only the knights could get a cell or room, most of the ordinary soldiers could only return to outside the city and build their own prisoner camps.

This is what you call the end. The Hound satisfactorily submitted the task.

…

Ding~

The war was over. Jon Snow couldn't help but feel emotional about this good news.

So fast.

How long has it been? Jon Snow seriously calculated, and found that it was actually less than two months!

But this was indeed a great war that affected the Seven Kingdoms.

The Stormlands and the Reach raised the banner of rebellion, the Westerlands and the Crownlands went all out, the Riverlands and the Vale also sent troops. Even the most remote and desolate North and Dorne could not be unaffected.

In any case.

Renly had failed, and the war was indeed over.

But the aftermath was still rippling.

Jon Snow raised his head.

The castle ahead was located on a small hill deep in the forest. The hill was covered with green grass and military camps, without trees, obviously with excellent visibility, making it difficult for enemies to attack by surprise.

But was there any need for a surprise attack?

Jon Snow looked at the knight beside him, smiling slightly darkly, "Ser Harth Fell, you are most familiar with Stonebridge, so you will be the vanguard."

Harth Fell looked at his own fortress with a complex expression, "As you wish."

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