The Iron Throne of Ice and Fire

The Tully soldiers immediately took action, and they worked together to carry huge wooden barrels filled with boiling oil to the wall stacks.

"Pour the oil!"

As the officer's roar rang out, the mouth of the barrel tilted - the hot oil poured down like a surging waterfall, forming scorching arcs in the air.

The miserable scream broke out instantly. The sound seemed to come from the seven hells. It was sharp and shrill, piercing people's eardrums.

The pouring boiling oil quickly penetrated the enemy's armor and clothes. The armor became hot under the high temperature, and the clothes burned instantly, emitting acrid black smoke.

The Lannister soldiers injured by the boiling oil twisted their bodies in pain, their faces distorted by the extreme pain... Some fell from the ladder and directly hit the soldiers below.

Some were rolling crazily on the ground, slapping the flames on their bodies in vain with their hands, trying to extinguish the torture from hell.

The originally turbulent attack wave suddenly became chaotic and stagnant. The Lannister troops rushing towards the city looked at the boiling oil pouring down the city wall in horror, their eyes full of fear and despair.

The soldiers retreated involuntarily, and the originally tight formation began to become loose, pushing and trampling on each other, causing chaos.

However, the enemy's rear commander was still driving them forward frantically, swearing loudly, and driving the soldiers back towards the city wall like a herd of sheep.

Under the roaring banner of the largest lion in the rear, the Guardian of the West, Davon Lannister, drew his sword and roared: "No retreat! Damn it, anyone who retreats will be killed on the spot!"

"No retreat, no retreat! Attack!"

"Attack! Attack!"

Although the Lannister soldiers were filled with fear, under the coercion, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and launch the almost fatal attack again.

The horse paced back and forth beneath Jaime Lannister, veins bulging in his hand holding the reins as he stared at the battle in the distance.

Ser Balon Swann, the Kingsguard who came to the Riverlands with James for training, drove his horse to the side and said in a somewhat anxious voice: "My lord, maybe I can shoot down those soldiers pouring oil."

[In the Tourney of King's Landing where Green won the lance championship, Balon Swann was the archery champion]

Sir James pulled the reins, stretched out his other hand to stroke the horse's mane, soothed the horse underneath him, and said: "Sir Balon, a siege is a huge war of attrition. The strength of one person can't change anything. ”

He looked at the direction of Riverrun for a while, and then said: "Brynden Tully is good at fighting, and this battle will not end so soon."

During the War of the Nine Copper Kings (the Fifth Rebellion of Blackfyre), many young nobles stood out and became famous in the Seven Kingdoms. The most outstanding ones are: Brynden Tully, Stephen Baratheon ( Robert's father), Tywin Lannister and Aerys Targaryen (the Mad King in the prince's time).

Sir Baron did not insist on fighting anymore. He paused and said with some pain: "Lord James, I can feel the despair of the soldiers in the city. How much price do we have to pay to break through Trout's castle?!"

James suddenly remembered his father's motto - standing high in a fortified city, one is worth ten.

Sir Jaime glanced at Balon, moved his lips, and said: "Maybe ten thousand, maybe more...Balon Swann, there is no room for mercy on the battlefield."

The last sentence was the old lion's teaching to himself.

He kicked the horse's belly, turned around the dock, and continued: "But there is no need to make unnecessary sacrifices."

Ser Balon pulled the reins and followed Ser Jaime towards the largest lion banner.

Ta-ta-ta-ta.

Sir Davon looked at James who was driving his horse to the side. He forced a smile on his face that was full of anger and said: "My cousin, Trout has a lot of tricks up his sleeve."

Sir James said solemnly: "Davon, today's battle should be over."

Hearing this, Sir Davon gritted his teeth, grasped the sword handle tightly, and said: "James, just now the soldiers almost climbed up the wall of the Trout family..."

"Yeah, but Trout's oil made them slide."

Sir James reached out and patted Davon's arm, and said: "You know, the soldiers' active retreat and the rout are two different things. The morale of the latter is difficult to recover."

A rough calculation shows that the Lannister army suffered at least a thousand casualties under Riverrun today... Sir Davon closed his eyes with a face full of reluctance, and then loudly said: "Herald, give the order to retreat."

Du-du-du-du.

The sound of retreating bugles sounded like a pardon from the gods in heaven, allowing the Lannister army trapped in a bitter battle to instantly find an exit from the Seven Hells. They turned around in a panic, their steps were rapid and chaotic, pushing and crowding each other, everyone just wanted to get away from this place of death as soon as possible.

The scraping of armor, heavy footsteps, and heavy breathing intertwined into a chaotic cacophony.

The Lannister army quickly retreated from Riverrun like the ebbing tide.

On the way to retreat, Sir Davon, who had been sullen all the time, suddenly said angrily: "Damn Frey's army, they only played on the Tengshi River and did not attack the city together as agreed. They broke their promise!"

Sir James pulled the reins, adjusted the direction of the horse, glanced at his cousin, and said, "I heard that a few giant crossbows scared the Frey family soldiers back to the ferry."

After a moment of silence, he added: "The new Marquis does not have enough prestige to let his soldiers fight to the death."

Sir Davon pulled the reins slightly and said in a cold voice: "I think the Freys are just dealing with us casually. I can't trust those weasels!"

Sir James frowned and said, "But we can trust Aunt Gina."

Sir Davon opened his mouth, then shrugged and said: "You are right."

Sir James twitched his lips and said, "Hey, my cousin, the battle has just begun."

"I will..."

After riding in silence for a while, Sir Davon spoke again, with a faint hint of anger in his voice: "Didn't Kleb agree to use trebuchets to assist us in our siege? Why didn't they make any movement today? No perfunctory actions?”

Sir Jaime turned his head to look at Davon, frowned and said: "Davon, I remember I didn't tell you that Duke Green would cooperate with Lannister's siege."

"Yes, he only promised to throw a few stones at Riverrun depending on his mood."

Sir Davon spread his hands: "I'm sorry, James, I want to kick everyone right now. I shouldn't be like this."

James was silent for a moment and comforted: "I will help you appease the lords of the West. You have to cheer up and let the trout be frightened by the roar of the lion, my cousin."

"I understand, thank you, James."

…………

The next day, early morning.

Green Kleb sat on the shore, lowering his head and reading the "Code" compiled during the period of Jaehaerys I.

After conquering the Seven Kingdoms, Aegon the Conqueror allowed each conquered kingdom to have its own laws and traditions, while Aegon's grandson Jaehaerys I had a different vision for the kingdom's laws. He spent Decades of hard work finally resulted in the Code recognized by the seven countries.

Law is an important means to maintain rule. Looking through the "Code" that was full of loopholes in his eyes, Lord Green began to prepare for the new laws of the kingdom in the future.

He lowered his head and read the text on the page, and he couldn't help but pinch his chin. Since it was a new code, it should have a new name... Shouldn't it be called the "Grimm Code"?

Lord Green, who was imagining, suddenly raised his eyes, glanced into the distance, then withdrew his gaze and continued to read the book in his hand.

Not long after, footsteps came from far away, and a lazy female voice came over: "Good morning, Duke Kleb who loves to read."

The young woman who spoke had short black hair and wore a black nightgown loosely.

Green looked up from his book and looked at An Gai next to the black-haired woman.

Seeing the lord looking at him, Sir Ange said helplessly: "Sir, this young lady told me that I have something important to meet with you."

Green's brown eyes moved slightly, his gaze moved to the black-haired woman, and said: "I can put you in an iron cage for the noise you made yesterday. You are my prisoner, Miss Greyjoy."

Last night, the squid slipped into the tightly defended Camp Kleb and was caught in a fishing net by Sir Angai, who was on duty.

Looking back, Lord Green could only say that some people are indeed very lucky... She happened to meet Sir Ange. If it were Menton... what he saw was a squid with its head smashed by a war hammer.

"Oh, thank you for your kindness."

Asha Greyjoy stood on the bank of the river and stretched, then took off her robes and threw them on the ground, then stepped into the river with swaying steps.

The muscles on her back were well defined, her waist was slender, and her waist was round. Her smooth skin glowed golden in the morning light.

The legs are very long... Green looked away, turned the pages, and continued reading.

The early morning sun shines softly on the river, making the waves sparkle.

Feeling the coolness of the river water on her toes, the sea monster's daughter couldn't help but exhale in relief. As she gradually went deeper, the water covered her knees, thighs, and even her waist.

Then, she stretched her limbs, swung her arms gently, and drew arcs in the river as nimbly as a fish.

After swimming in the water to her heart's content, the water slid down the curves of Asha's body, and she slowly walked out.

As Asha bent to pick up the robe from the floor, Briennetus came over and handed her a new robe.

"You are very charming." Asha took the clothes and winked at Brienne.

Brienne looked at Asha expressionlessly, said nothing, and silently returned to her guarding position.

Shaking away the water drops from her hair, Asha put on her robe, adjusted her collar, and walked towards where Green was.

Green put the book aside, looked at Squid who came in front of him, pointed to the folding wooden chair beside him, and said: "You have a good figure, please sit down."

"I thought you would come to 'interrogate' me in person last night." As she said that, Asha took a few steps, reached for the folding chair, and then placed it opposite Green, and then sat down.

She stretched out one leg and gently lifted it, placing it on the other leg. The corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and her seductive gaze passed under Green's body, saying: "After all, I am trespassing. If I am a prisoner, you The bed prepared for me was so comfortable that I waited for you all night."

Due to the infiltration of the river water, her slightly rough skin looked much more delicate.

Green smiled slightly and said in a slightly cold tone: "Miss Greyjoy, whether you can continue to sleep on a comfortable bed tonight depends on our current conversation."

Asha leaned back in her chair and stared at Green for a while, then suddenly said: "Is there any wine? Ale is fine too."

Green picked up the wine bag next to him and threw it over.

Asha took it, uncorked it, and began to drink it... with a gulp, her behavior was like a man.

After she drank half of the wine bag in one go, she stopped, exhaled, and said: "Duke Crabbe, you are very kind to me, your 'prisoner'. You are different from what I imagined... I thought I would suffer a lot of physical pain for my offense."

Green said calmly: "Not every adventure can be lucky."

He tapped the armrest of the chair with his fingers and continued: "Tell me, why do you want to see me, and in this way that doesn't seem very rational?"

Looking at Green, Asha took another sip of wine and said: "I heard that you are going to attack Riverrun, and there is a river under the city. I think you should need someone who is good at commanding ships to fight at this time."

Green shook his head slightly: "I am not interested in breaking through Trout Castle. That is something Lannister needs to consider."

He waved his hand to stop Asha spoke up: "Listen to the next reason."

Asha was slightly startled, she blinked and said: "Perhaps, you can try to let the daughter of the sea monster be your bedmate?"

Green frowned slightly and said: "Next reason."

Asha was startled again, paused, she leaned back in the chair, covered her face with her palms, and sighed: "It seems... I have no charm in your eyes. Do men in the Green Land really not like women like me?"

"There are many women like you in the Crab Claw Peninsula. They are very popular in Westeros."

Green spread his hands and said: "Let's stop chatting here, Miss Greyjoy, I hope you can tell me the reason why you came to me. This is my sincere suggestion."

"I accept your suggestion." The smile on Asha's face faded, straightened up, and looked at Green.

She continued, "Some time ago, my uncle, Rodrik Harlow, suddenly told me that a merchant working for Lannister had sent me a letter inviting me to talk about the Iron Islands. The inviters were the deceased Lord Kevan Lannister and you, Duke Green Crabbe."

After a moment of silence, Green nodded slightly and said, "Lord Kevan did discuss the affairs of the Iron Islands with me when he was alive (Chapter 379). Because of his unexpected death, I no longer paid attention to it."

Asha leaned forward in Green's direction, smiled slightly, and said, "So, respected Duke Crabbe, why did you come to me?"

Green shrugged slightly, "Maybe I should find someone else to negotiate with now. I heard that the new leader of the Iron Islands is plundering the coast of the Reach. Before... we were worried that he would make the West his enemy, so we thought of talking to you."