Chapter 8 Kevan Lannister

The setting sun is like blood.

The fight was over, the air was filled with a disgusting smell, and the smooth road was full of blood and mud.

The rain and blood were mixed together and stuck to the middle-aged coach's boots.

Snapped--

Then he stepped on it staggeringly, splashing water, leaving a small hole in place, and the red rainwater quickly filled it up.

thump--

He staggered without taking a few steps, and then William Darry fell to his knees in the mud.

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

Huhu~

While his other hand was tightly clutching his abdomen, blood was still flowing from his fingers.

he is injured.

This was the most serious injury to his body, and he was stabbed in the ribs by a masked robber who was dying to counterattack. And there are many other injuries, big and small, that he can't even remember.

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

"you"

"Damn."

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

thump--

The corpse's knees went weak and lost all strength, and then fell to the ground in the mud.

The lame knight killed the soldier, staggered slightly, and then used his sword to stand on the ground with difficulty.

The breastplate, which had been smashed into a deep pit by the javelin, undulated slightly, panting heavily, and his golden hair stuck to his face with sweat.

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

However, now he doesn't care anymore.

The panicked shouts were not far away, and the vague back was still constantly looking back, then passed through the hills and drilled into the woods, escaping without a trace.

It was a brutal battle, with deserters on both sides who couldn't stand the pressure, and they paid the price for underestimating the morale and strength of the Red Keep.

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

However, the broken leg became an obstacle to his escape.

The deserters did not take their 'adult' who had obviously become a burden, but left him and fled.

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

Subsequently.

The Red Fort instructor stood up again with difficulty leaning on his sword.

On the entire battlefield, only he and himself were able to stand up.

The blond lame knight's eyes as sharp as falcons were also unspeakably tired at the moment. He knew that since he was abandoned by his subordinates, he might have no way to survive.

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

At this moment, the lame knight seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes were slightly dazed, and he supported his forehead.

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

"So there's a man here."

The lame knight, leaning on his sword, laughed dumbly.

…

not far.

The middle-aged instructor's slightly curly hair also clings to his cheeks, one hand covers his rib, and his eyes are dizzy.

This is a precursor to excessive blood loss.

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

"Kevon Lannister!"

"It turned out to be you!"

The blond lame knight looked a bit old-fashioned, but in fact he was only in his thirties. Deep eye sockets, long nasolabial folds, and a very short golden beard trimmed on his chin, but he looks a little embarrassed at the moment.

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

He is the younger brother of Duke Tywin, the famous guardian of the West, and is now the uncle of Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard at the side of His Majesty the King.

"So Lannister has betrayed the Iron Throne!"

Sir William's voice was filled with shock.

If House Lannister has decided to betray the Iron Throne, King's Landing may be really dangerous.

Because before they set off, the army of the western border has already marched towards King's Landing under the banner of King Qin.

If King Aerys II orders to open the city gates and let the army of the Westland enter King's Landing, then this city that has never been conquered from the outside will probably fall from the inside.

And next to His Majesty is a Jaime Lannister.

"Sir William."

"Let's each take a step back."

And Kevan Lannister didn't mind being recognized at all, and now his condition is so bad that he can only beg for his life first. Other things don't matter.

Kevan leaned on the sword in one hand and raised the other slightly, trying to make his words more sincere.

There are very few stunned young people in the Lannister family. Perhaps there are flexible and changeable genes in their blood. After all, everyone knows who the ancestors of Lannister are.

But now in such a rigid situation, Kaifeng did not give up hope of survival.

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

So he wanted to take a step back.

Don't look at the other side, there is Queen Layla, a few maids and a little boy.

But Kevan has received strict training since he was a child and is proficient in combat. Several women and a boy can't pose any threat to him. He can kill these women and children one by one, even if he is lame.

The only person who would threaten him was this Red Fort coach, who was seriously injured and far inferior to himself.

Heard the words of the lame knight who was called Kevan Lannister by Sir William.

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

"impossible!"

Sir William, however, with one hand on his rib, turned pale, but refused.

It is impossible for him to let the other party go, otherwise when Kaifeng reined in the deserters, he and others would die.

Then he looked at Viserys who was standing beside him and said.

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

'Learn to stab the enemy with the pointed end. ’

Viserys nodded heavily, holding the sword.

"follow me!"

Immediately, the middle-aged coach held the sword in one hand and staggered towards Kaifeng step by step.

And Kaifeng knew that the opponent's attitude was firm, he was lame, and he couldn't run the opponent, so he pulled out his long sword to fight.

The two once noble lords were now like two wounded hungry wolves, staggering, tumbling and fighting in the rain and blood.