Tyrion Lannister squatted motionlessly like a gargoyle on the battlements, overseeing the battlefield.
The air was filled with smoke, arrows, and screams. The "kiss" of Wildfire turned Stannis's vast fleet into funeral pyres, and his soldiers became living torches.
Tyrion's eyes trembled. The rebel captains downstream on the Blackwater River, whether of noble birth or not, watched helplessly as rafts and derelict ships carrying the green fruit he had prepared assailed them. The long white oars on the warships thrashed wildly like the legs of a centipede, desperately trying to change direction, but it was futile. These centipedes had no escape.
Boom! A jade-colored fountain suddenly Rose from the river, thirty or forty feet high. Flames danced on the water, crackling and hissing, drowning out all the screams.
The low clouds were dyed the color of the river, varying shades of green covering the sky.
Prime Minister Little Devil slowly stood up. They were strangely beautiful, terrifyingly beautiful, just like dragonfire in books.
Tyrion wondered... if Aegon the Conqueror had felt the same when he flew through the air during the Field of Fire.
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In the afternoon, Osney Kettleblack rushed in and knelt before Queen Regent Cersei, saying somewhat flustered, "Your Majesty, Stannis's army is assaulting the Dung Gate, and they've brought a battering ram to the Kings Gate. The Prime Minister is currently selecting men for a sally."
He added, "Someone told me... he said he saw the Prime Minister quietly preparing to go into battle himself."
A look of disdain flashed in Queen Regent Cersei's eyes. She asked, "Where is my son?"
Osney glanced at the Queen Regent's wine-red skirt and replied, "The King is at the Dung Gate, and my brother is protecting him."
"Is the Dung Gate not currently under attack by Stannis?"
Queen Regent Cersei's voice was filled with anger: "Tell Ser Osmund that it's too dangerous. Have him escort Joffrey back to the Red Keep immediately."
Osmon stammered, "But... the Prime Minister ordered... the King must stay..."
Queen Regent Cersei interrupted, "I am the Queen Regent, and my word is law."
She narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "Either do as I say, or lead the next sally yourself, with your brother."
"Yes... yes, Your Majesty."
Queen Regent Cersei leaned back in her chair. Although she didn't show it, she knew in her heart that Stannis would soon reach here... because if the battle wasn't desperate, it wouldn't be the Dwarf's turn to fight.
A certain madness flickered in her eyes. The Lioness and her cub would never be the Stag's captives.
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Thousands of soldiers were swallowed by Wildfire, but Stannis, hard as steel, did not waver, nor did his army.
The currents of the Blackwater River were unpredictable, and the Wildfire did not spread as evenly as Tyrion had hoped.
Although the main channel turned into a sea of fire, many ships that fled to the south bank of the Blackwater River escaped unscathed, and several ships that had already landed below the city, whether they landed successfully or ran aground, the result was the same: Stannis's soldiers were brought ashore in front of the Dung Gate.
On the south bank upstream of the Blackwater River, Stannis already had thirty or forty warships, enough to transport his entire army across the river.
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Tyrion had no illusions about his army. The Commander of the Gold Cloaks, Ser Jacelyn Bywater, had warned him (Chapter 231) that as soon as the tide of war turned, their soldiers would immediately collapse and flee. Therefore, the only way to win was to ensure that the battle remained in their favor from beginning to end.
Tyrion rubbed his face. The Little Devil's "magic" was over; what remained was a desperate struggle.
He climbed down from the battlements and ordered his squire, "Pod, put on the Lannister giant's armor for me."
After speaking, he looked at his guard captain and added, "Bronn, are you interested... in going with me to deal with Stannis's * *, we can discuss the price first."
Bronn asked in surprise, "My Lord, you're going to the battlefield?"
Tyrion shrugged and said, "Stannis's army is coming up soon. The Prime Minister Dwarf is the last courage of King's Landing."
Bronn got a positive answer from Tyrion and grinned, "I'll be with you, a Sellsword occasionally works for his employer for free."
Tyrion patted Bronn's thigh, then paused and grinned, "Just name your price. I'm a little worried you'll defect, and I won't feel at ease."
Bronn's smile became lewd: "After the war, I want to stay in Shataya Brothel for a month, My Lord."
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