The setting sun is like blood.

The battle is over, the air is full of disgusting smell, and the flat road is full of blood and mud.

The rainwater and blood water mixed together and stuck to the boots of the middle-aged coach.

Snapped-

Then he stepped on it staggeringly, splashed with water, and stayed in a small pit on the spot. The red rain quickly filled up.

stumbling did not go out a few steps, and then William Derry knelt down in the mud.

With one hand resting on the ground, the sweat from his forehead seeps out continuously, and he opened his mouth and gasped for breath, like a fish thrown ashore.

Huhu~

And his other hand is clutching his abdomen tightly, blood is still flowing from his fingers.

he is hurt.

This is the most serious injury on his whole body. A masked robber mortally counterattacked and stabbed him in the ribs with a sword. And there are many injuries left, large and small, even he himself can't remember.

Not far away, the lame knight also drew his sword with difficulty and knocked down the last Red Fort guard who tried to kill him, and the long sword slammed on the opponent's neck.

"you..."

"Damn it."

Then he swiped down forcefully in the opponent's numb eyes, and blood spurted out instantly.

The corpse's knees weakened and lost all strength, and then fell into the mud.

The crippled knight killed the soldier, staggering slightly, and then used the sword pillar to stop his body on the ground with difficulty.

The breastplate that was thrown out of a deep pit by a javelin undulated slightly, panting heavily, his golden hair and sweat stuck to his face.

At this moment, the black cloth used to cover the face of the lame knight has long been lost.

However, now he doesn't care anymore.

The panicked shout was not far away, and the faint back figure was still looking backwards, and then went through the hills and into the woods, escaping without a trace.

This was a fierce battle. Both sides had deserters who could not bear the pressure. They underestimated the morale and strength of the Red Fort guards, so they paid the price.

When the battle entered a stalemate and it was obvious that the plan was impossible, the lame knight actually wanted to retreat.

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

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

Now on the entire battlefield, in addition to a few men lying on the ground who were seriously injured and unable to escape, a few of the guards of the Red Fort were also leaning against the tree and wailing.

then.

The Red Fort coach once again stood up with difficulty holding the sword.

Only he and himself can stand up on the entire battlefield.

The blond lame knight's eyes were as sharp as a falcon and it was hard to say tired at the moment. He knew that since he was abandoned by his subordinates, it might be difficult for him to survive.

Unless he can kill everyone here with one last breath, including Queen Laila hiding in the carriage shivering...

At this moment, the crippled knight seemed to have thought of something, he was slightly dazed in front of him, and he held his forehead.

Only then did he see that there was a boy with silver blond hair standing beside William Derry. His body was also covered with mud and blood. He was holding a sword in his arms. It was he who helped Sir William.

"So there is another man here."

The lame knight leaned on the sword and laughed blankly.

Not far away.

The slightly curly hair of the middle-aged teacher also clings to his cheeks, with one hand covering his ribs, and his eyes are dizzy.

This is a sign of excessive blood loss.

However, he still recognized who the mastermind of this attack was, and the black cloth on the face of the lame knight had been lost.

"Kavon Lannister!"

"It turned out to be you!"

The blond lame knight's face looks a bit old, but in fact he is only in his thirties. Deep eye sockets, long decree lines, and a short trimmed golden beard on his chin, but he looks a little embarrassed at the moment.

William's upper and lower lips trembled slightly, of course he recognized who this person was before him.

He is the younger brother of the famous Western Guardian Duke Taiwen, and is now the uncle of James Lannister, who is with His Majesty the King.

"It turns out that Lannister has betrayed the Iron Throne!"

Sir William's voice was shocked.

If the Lannister family has decided to betray the Iron Throne, then King's Landing might be really dangerous.

Because before they set off, the Western Territory Army had already marched towards King's Land under the banner of King Qin.

If King Iris II orders the gates to be opened and the western army enters King's Landing, then this city that has never been attacked from the outside will probably fall from the inside.

And there is a James Lannister beside His Majesty the King.

"Sir William."

"It's better for us to take a step back."

And Kaivon Lannister didn't mind being recognized. Now his condition is very bad, and he can only beg for his life. Other things are not important.

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

There are few stunners in the Lannister family. Perhaps there are flexible genes in the bloodline. After all, everyone knows who Lannister's ancestors are.

Now that he is stuck in such a rigid situation, Kaifeng did not give up his hope of survival. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com

But he didn't try to persuade the coach to surrender, because both sides knew that this was impossible. If the coach wanted to surrender, he could have done it long ago instead of fighting to such a degree.

So he wants to take a step back.

Don't look at the other side, there are Queen Leila, some maids, and a little boy.

But Kaifeng has received strict training since he was a child, and he is proficient in combat. Several women and a boy pose no threat to him. He can kill these women and children one by one, even if he has a lame leg.

The only threat to him is the Red Fort coach who was seriously injured and far inferior to his own.

heard what the lame knight opposite Sir William called Kaivon Lannister said.

Veserys was a little nervous in his heart, raised his head and looked at the man beside him.

"impossible!"

However, Sir William put one hand on his ribs, his face was pale, but he flatly refused.

It is impossible for him to let go of the opponent, otherwise he will wait until Kaifeng converges on the deserter.

Then he looked at Veselis who was standing next to him and said.

"Child, do you remember what I taught you just now?"

'Learn to use the pointed end to stab the enemy. '

Veserys nodded heavily with his sword in his arms.

"follow me!"

Immediately, the middle-aged coach held the sword with one hand, staggering step by step towards Kaifeng.

And Kaifeng knew that the opponent's attitude was resolute. He limped on one leg and couldn't run the other side. He also drew a long sword to fight.

The two once noble Sirs are now like two wounded hungry wolves, stumbling, rolling and killing in the rain and blood.