Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

Clay pots sealed with green liquid were thrown down.

One of the cans exploded on a ladder, and green flames instantly rose, billowing, and burning.

Fireworks filled the air and the soldiers screamed.

Horrible cries came from above...

"Wildfire!"

James's face changed greatly.

Compared to bows and arrows, ballistae and trebuchets.

The threat from wildfires is very different.

Created by alchemists, this evil substance is nearly impossible to extinguish.

Even if there is only a little spark, if you use your cloak to suffocate it, the cloak will catch fire. If you slap it with your palm, your palm will burn.

"Pee on a wildfire and your stuff will burn."

This is one of the famous sayings of Soros the Red Monk.

James often saw him saying this at tourneys in King's Landing.

The fire spread through the siege troops at an unimaginable speed. Soldiers covered in green fire continued to jump into the dry artificial trenches and let out inhuman screams.

The entire wall seemed to boil from the riverbed.

There were burning armors and burning soldiers everywhere, and debris from the exploded ladders flew into the air.

A long wall of hot black stone and swirling green fire stood in front of them.

The artificial trench that was originally dry has now become the gate to hell.

The air was filled with smoke, arrows and screams.

These hard-wearing Lannister soldiers looked so small in front of the miserable green fire ceremony.

The flames were eerily beautiful and terrifyingly beautiful!

Just like the legendary dragon flame.

I wonder if Aegon the Conqueror felt the same way when he was flying in the sky during the Battle of Fire.

The hot wind lifted the cloak behind his back and slapped the "Kingslayer" on his exposed face.

But he didn't avoid it.

James was vaguely aware that people in the castle were cheering, but he couldn't join in loudly...

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Riverrun, Temple.

Sansa visited the seven altars of the Seven Gods in turn, lit a candle at each, and took a seat on the bench.

In the sept, the air was still hot and heavy, reflecting the light of crystals and candles, mixed with the smell of incense and sweat, making Sansa dizzy.

Some sang for the Blessed Mother, others prayed to the warriors.

She remembered Septa Mordane telling her that the Warrior and the Mother were two forms of the Seven.

If the Seven Gods are unique, which prayer will he listen to first?

This question suddenly came to her mind...

Suddenly, Sansa heard the sound of fighting in the distance:

The murmur of the trumpet, the swing and crash of the trebuchet, the blood splattering, the splintering of wood, the crackle of the burning "wildfire" clay pot, the ballistae firing the yard-long iron-tipped arrow...

Then a group of cheers...

Chapter 252 Women’s war and suffering

Riverrun, Temple.

Although the space here is not large, the layout is extremely elegant.

Fragrant rushes cover the floor, and there are exquisite narrow windows carved into the wall, but they are covered by thick velvet curtains, allowing no light to pass through.

The bright torch fills this place with light, but there are still shadows in the hall.

Wilfield was still wearing a military uniform and was sitting on the large oak table on the high platform. She lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking about...

On the other side was Lady Catelyn, who asked the maid to bring another glass of wine.

This is Qingting Island's fine golden wine, a fruity and full-bodied wine.Lady Catelyn drank a lot, and the more she drank, the scarier her cheeks became, and she felt like she was drunk.

Rather than listening to some scary battle situations here.

Lady Catelyn was more eager to go to bed and meet Ned immediately in her dreams.

However, these golden wines were much less effective than the specialty wines of her son-in-law Domeric. She had not seen Ned in her dreams for many days...

Sansa was a little disappointed to see this.

His mother, Lady Caitlin, is the highest-ranking noble here. She should have shouldered her responsibilities, but she has been avoiding something.

At this time, the old knight Sir Desmond strode in, leaned over and reported something to Wilfield's ear.

He smelled of blood, and there were four new long, scabbed scars on his face. His hair was spread over his neck, covering his eyes, but his eyes were still determined.

Perhaps for a knight with half a foot in the coffin, it is more honorable to die on the battlefield than to die in a hospital bed.

Even though Ser Desmond's voice was soft, Sansa couldn't help but listen.

"Miss Wilfield, the servants in the castle wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rob them. The guards caught a groom and two maids. They stole three horses in the castle and a batch of silver plates and cups. They wanted to take advantage of the chaos. Open the city gate and slip out..."

"The first traitors tonight!"

Wilfield said coldly, "But not the last group. Break their legs and put them all in cells. Anyone who resists will be killed without mercy."

"But they are all poor civilians! Poor people!"

Sansa couldn't help but lost her voice when she heard this.

Wilfield gave her a strange look and shook her head:

“There are no chaste prostitutes nor loyal mercenaries in this continent.

If the battle is lost, these 'poor souls' will eagerly steal whatever they can and run away.

Those maids, washerwomen, grooms... they are all the same. Their first consideration is their worthless skin.

Lady Sansa, do you know what a sacked castle looks like? "

"I, I don't know!" Sansa regretted saying those words. She was very embarrassed and stood aside timidly.

"Yes, you don't know anything, right?"

Wilfield raised her eyebrows slightly, opened her mouth slightly, and then a faint sigh slowly formed at the corner of her mouth:

"Miss Sansa, you have been protected too well by your father, Lord Eddard, since you were a child, and you were protected too well by Domi in King's Landing. Your understanding of life all comes from the ballads spoken by the bard, but there is not a single ballad. Will celebrate suffering and injustice...

If you are merciful at a time like tonight, the remaining servants will appear like mushrooms after the rain and cause chaos.

And the only way to keep these people loyal is to make sure they fear you more than your enemies..."

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"But, Miss Wilfield, haven't we already won the battle during the day?" Sansa asked doubtfully. She was a little confused as to why the castle was still so well prepared.

"Won?

During the day, it was just a probing attack by the 'King Slayer'.

Our only result was the elimination of hundreds of Lannister soldiers.

But the 'Regicide' troops were far more than these numbers.

What's more, this kind of city defense battle is useless no matter how much we win. Once we lose one battle and the castle falls, all of us will be doomed..."

"Then can we win in the end?" Sansa asked tentatively.

“I don’t know, maybe,” Wilfield continued, “If the defenders are willing to fight desperately, we may be able to hold on here longer, waiting for Domi’s reinforcements to arrive, and avoid the worst situation.

But if Riverrun falls before he arrives...

In that case, I dare say that all of you here will have to endure a little rape..."

"No, a true knight will protect women and children." Sansa said, feeling that these words were so hollow.

"A real knight?"

Wilfield blinked her beautiful big eyes. She seemed to be quite interested in Sansa's words: "Miss Sansa, you are not talking about Star-Eyed Symeon and Dragon Knight Prince Aemon. They are just It exists in the songs... And for those rough Lannister soldiers, abuse, rape, sexual intercourse and torture are beyond anyone's control..."

Sansa was truly frightened.

She said in disbelief: "But we are all women! We are defenseless and we are of noble birth."

"Being a noble will prevent us from dying in the chaos!" Wilfield admitted this, "But it's not as good as you think, although each of us is worth a large ransom.

But you must know that after a crazy battle, those soldiers are often more interested in flesh and blood than money.

They will ravage any female in sight.

In fact, we should be thankful that having gold as a shield is better than having nothing at all. Those maids in the castle will be treated even more roughly!

As for us aristocratic women, we might just do better.

However, Sansa, a beautiful noble lady like you will definitely be played with and fucked all night long..."

Speaking of this, Wilfield showed a strange smile: "And it's not just one person! All kinds of people, all kinds of ways... There are also some tricks that Duomi has never used on you... "

"You're not scaring me, are you?"

Sansa clutched her chest, trying to suppress the trembling inside her.

Wilfield's words made her face heat up, her heart beat faster, and she imagined the unsightly scene in her mind, rushing towards her face like a raging flood, making her unable to breathe, let alone think.

"Not just pretty girls like you!"

Wilfield smiled and pursed her lips at the girl next to Sansa, and chuckled softly:

"Those women who are old and beautiful or born ugly will not be spared. After drinking a few glasses of strong wine, the blind washerwoman and the smelly pigsty girl will be as good as the great beauties."