"Save us, Lady Lysa, Lord Petyr!"
The soldiers of Gulltown drew their Longspears and greatswords, even maces and specialized flails, and began to "attend" to Littlefinger's cronies. Scabbards and Longspears struck people, eliciting screams. These pampered individuals now understood the power of a fist.
The entire Gulltown dock was enveloped in violence.
Petyr watched this scene, unable to utter a single word. Everything he had strived for was nothing more than a castle in the air, sand slipping through his fingers. He wasn't invincible; it was only because he had hidden in the shadows, and true power hadn't noticed him. Littlefinger had always tried to conceal himself, but the truth had come out; he was still Littlefinger. A schemer is just a schemer, and his power was still insufficient.
"Arrest them all!" Earl Jellico shouted. The encirclement quickly tightened, with steel, shouts, and heavy blows as soldiers dragged away the captives within the circle. "Send them away according to my list."
Littlefinger's cronies felt even more miserable, because Earl Jellico, as Littlefinger's ally, was involved in many matters, which made his actions so easy and smooth. But Jellico's involvement was purely commercial, not Littlefinger's sordid affairs.
The arrests proceeded swiftly. The soldiers brought all these pampered customs officials, rich merchants, and brothel owners under control. The soldiers formed shield walls and spear formations, pressing forward irresistibly.
However, there were also desperate incidents. The Gulltown customs was Littlefinger's starting point, and the brothels served as his intelligence network. These people were too deeply involved, and some knew their end was near. Several customs tax officials and brothel owners even tried to snatch weapons, showing considerable martial spirit.
The resistors angrily grappled with the taxi soldiers who were suppressing the formation, attempting to fight to the death. These were only a very small number, the most die-hard loyalists who wanted to hinder the progress of Gendry and Barristan, rushing towards the three Knights. Or, in desperation, they resisted arrest and tried to escape. After all, everyone could see that Grafton was the leader, but Gendry was still the most esteemed.
"Stop them!" Earl Jellico roared.
Most of these people were clumsy fighters and received an even heavier beating. The soldiers formed a Longspear formation and rolled forward. However, there were also incidents and pleasant surprises.
"Bang!" Gendry saw a plump, lavishly dressed brothel owner smoothly slip through a gap and roll out of the soldiers' Longspear formation.
This person was unremarkable in appearance, a chubby male brothel owner with flamboyant blue-purple hair. However, it seemed he had some skill in the past, a first- or second-rate fighter. Perhaps he was also a mercenary-turned-businessman, like Varys and the fat governor, attempting a desperate, all-or-nothing strike.
The fat owner roared and charged forward, pulling a dagger and stabbing towards Lord Jellico. Gendry caught the fat man's trajectory; he was still striding forward, and Gendry predicted his move.
"Slow, too slow." Gendry spurred his horse forward, snatching a lance from a blue robes soldier's hand. Then, Gendry put all his strength into it, throwing it directly from horseback. The lance was sharp; let it taste blood and rejoice.
The ten-foot-long lance was as fast as lightning, piercing through the rebel's chest as if cutting silk. The spearhead passed through clothes, skin, flesh, and bone, its momentum undiminished. After piercing the body, the lance continued its charge, nailing the person who tried to assassinate Grafton diagonally to the ground through his chest. The shattered tissues, blood, body parts, bone fragments, and clothing scraps all splattered.
In a surging mist of blood, the white lance violently passed through the person, then slammed into a crack in the white stone slabs of the road, the spear's shadow so fast it was unstoppable, sticking into the ground.
It was a bloody scene. The lance, like a heaven-piercing blade, diagonally impaled the body to the earth. The fat man looked at the lance in his chest in disbelief, but was powerless to struggle. The life of the rebel was like a flickering candle in the wind, until he died tragically, blood flowing.
The scent of blood spread. This was the first death; the color of blood began to envelop Gulltown.
"The first!" Gendry no longer paid attention to that fool and continued to ride forward.
This miraculous strike was witnessed by all the Knights of the Vale. After a moment of silence, a wave of cheers erupted.
"Long live the Storm!!"
"Long live the Storm!!"
"Gendry!"
"Gendry!"
The remaining few bold resistors, seeing the bloody scene unfold, had already been taking a gamble. Now they lost their courage and knelt on the ground, wailing.
"Traitors," Ser Barristan looked at them. The wailing agitators were the boldest, and also met the most tragic end.
The guards of Gulltown also became enraged, stabbing with Longspears, cutting with longswords, and firing crossbows one by one. Those die-hard loyalists of Littlefinger who had dared to resist and struggle were one by one struck down and summarily executed on the spot.
Dead men lay on the ground, staining their splendid clothes. Blood turned into small rivers, flowing haphazardly across the ground. Gulltown began to bleed profusely, the color of blood enveloping the docks.
Was this a death knell? A death knell for himself.
Littlefinger watched the bloody scene. He could only twitch all over, but no tears would fall.
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