In the tenth year of the Conquest, King Aegon I ordered the construction of city walls around residential areas to protect the safety of the people in the capital.
In the history of nearly three hundred years, King's Landing has suffered many wars. For example, during the Dance of the Dragons, the Black Party and the Green Party successively controlled the place, and the capital changed hands twice; during the Usurper's War, the city fell to Lannis.
Specially in the hands of the four alliances.
But no matter how the previous wars were conducted, they did not cause much damage to the city wall.
To put it another way, the battle between the Lions and Stannis caused more damage to the city wall than any other war that took place here.
This point is concentratedly reflected near the Gate of the Gods with open terrain.
The former city wall was twenty feet high, luxurious and majestic, and the carvings on the city gates were even more exquisite. Both the iron gates and the facades were engraved with extremely detailed carvings of gods. Those carved eyes seemed to follow you and look at you.
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Nowadays, large sections of the city wall are only four or five feet high, and have little effect except to block the wall charge of the cavalry. Even a nimble child can easily climb it, let alone the strong soldiers fighting in formation.
The reason is not only the prudence and stability of the then coach Kevan Lannister, but also related to the fighting style of Westeros.
Throughout the Western Continent, the division of arms is extremely vague. The top nobles can afford to raise a large army, so they can barely divide their soldiers into sword and shield infantry, lancers, light scout cavalry, etc., while the small nobles and some have
The soldiers under the name of the knights are mainly trained peasants. They can handle long weapons and have full helmets. How can they be subdivided into different types of soldiers?
Therefore, when a battle occurs, we should fight in the field if we can. After both sides have fought, the nobles should admit defeat. This will basically affect our status.
Only in rare cases will they retreat into arduous siege battles. The besieging side, usually with several times the strength of the defenders, blocks the city gates first, and then finishes destroying the castle and towers before the construction of siege equipment is completed.
In the feudal fiefdom system of Westeros, the lords worked hard to strengthen their castles. In order to deal with those stone cities, small-power trebuchets came into being.
The representative among them is the counterweight trebuchet.
The power of that giant trebuchet can be described. After all, a small number of people who have faced it have died. However, just from some data, it is enough to outline the horror of that kind of city-breaking weapon: seventeen feet long, four narrow and four feet high.
A weight box containing 70 to 70 kilograms of projectiles may be wrapped in fuel cloth.
Soothed by that kind of war giant, the entire west wall of King's Landing was smashed to pieces. Earl Tully, who was temporarily in charge of the capital's defense, chose to "mobilize the people" in order to restore the city wall to its original appearance as soon as possible.
To be specific, a small number of civilians were conscripted to build the wall, blacksmiths, stonemasons, wealthy businessmen who panted like dogs, carpenters, women who cooked, men who carried wood, old people who were as thin as firewood... To the west of King's Landing...
Under the construction site, those people worked exhaustingly, struggling with stones, wooden beams, masonry, etc.
Hundreds of armored soldiers patrolled back and forth among the working people. Suddenly, whips were raised, and screams could be heard in front of them.
"How dare you delay little Tully's business? I'll take a whip first."
For lazy civilians, a whipping is already a mercy. In recent days, people who have committed crimes are often hanged and hung in a conspicuous place to deter the masses.
The crimes he committed were small, such as stealing the meat of nobles, resting in hiding places, and obeying the orders of officers.
There is a way. In order to show his talent, Earl Tully strictly ordered that after the king's return, the wall far away from the Gate of the Gods be completed. My intention was conveyed to the officers and the craftsmen who directed the construction, and those people weakened their own pressure tenfold.
, venting it on the working civilians.
At this moment, among the crowd who were struggling to move stones along the city wall, a young man who was too tired to move his feet stopped and was ready to leave in a hurry.
My name is Will, and I am the most common commoner outside King's Landing. I eat brown soup, wear gray robes, and have a yellow complexion and a thin body.
Will originally thought that if he only stayed for a minute or two, the supervising officer would find out, but reality taught me what cruelty is.
A whip fell quickly under the exposed arm, leaving a blood stripe.
It was as if the skin had been torn apart and the flesh was rotten.
"Just hurry up!" He was at the age when he was afraid of everything, and with the pain coming from his arm, Will immediately fought back.
But I only dared to shout out and add a fierce look.
"You're howling, and you dare to glare at people. He's like Flea Bottom..." The officer who withdrew his whip cursed on the spot.
The coat of arms of the Struggling Hunter hangs on my chest, and I am a member of the Tully family.
Before my lord came to power, the officer's voice was lowered a few tunes. And in such a public place, how could I endure a civilian talking back.
The more the officer cursed, the harder Will stared.
When we got to the front, Officer Tully also knew that he was scolding him because he was afraid of Will's eyes. I raised the whip again and was ready to give him a few lashes.
But how could Will, who was already prepared, suffer a loss again? I grabbed the whip and then let it go.
Before the officer's supervision came to an end, dozens of civilians stopped to rest and watch the arrogant and domineering officer's jokes.
The looks from the people around made the officer angry. I immediately pulled out my sword and prepared to cut off a few swords.
Of course, Will would suffer the consequences, so he let go of the rope, took light steps, and escaped from the officer's attack range.
When the surrounding soldiers saw the commotion over there, they rushed over immediately. When he was young, the disgraced Will was caught by the glorious armored soldiers.
In order to vent his anger, the officer first spit on Will a few times, and then gave me a few whips.
In that process, we attracted the attention of fewer civilians.
Perhaps out of showing off his power, or perhaps out of due diligence, the officer announced in a low voice: "Such lazy scoundrels should be hung up for you to see. Only if a few of them die will they realize that their lives are like insects, and they will be careful.
Working for His Majesty King Arthur I."
At the end of the day, the civilians knew what mistake the young man who was being held down had made, but there were still no witnesses to witness what had happened, so the truth of the matter was widely spread.
The people, who were already tired enough, naturally had little sympathy for Will, and we talked to each other.
"Doesn't that person have the power to hang people?"
"Why do the people of Riverbend command you people of King's Landing?"
"Is the new owner of the chair that cruel?"
Because they were supervised by the soldiers, the civilians still dared to express their feelings as they did in the future, scolding the king and nobles who worked hard for the people, and secretly referred to them as "the new owner of the chair."
The doubts from the surrounding people made the officer even more worried about his thoughts. I ordered a small wooden frame to be brought and prepared to hang the young man on the spot.
Will's head was pressed to the ground and he begged for mercy in a low voice: "Maleficent master, you don't dare to do it again, please let me spare you this time!"
It's just that the soldiers asked me to speak out, so Will's mouth was forced to kiss the little ground.
The actions of the soldiers and officers in the Riverbend made the civilians of King's Landing even more satisfied, and the people's obedience made the officers feel that they were too kind.
"Your Majesty's capital must not be protected by majestic walls. What do those insects know?"
Officer Tully made up his mind to hang the young man to suppress the crowd, just like my lord villain did during the bitter bridge uprising.
Just when the small wooden frame was set up and the noose was put around poor Will's neck, the unusual movement under the construction site finally caught the noble's attention.
"Stop~" A small plate-armored soldier stopped Officer Tully's move.
Then, escorted by several armored soldiers, a noble lady retreated from the group of civilians covered in mud and dust.
"Mr. Sergeant, why did he hang that poor man?"
The officer who was summoned turned around and saw the aristocratic lady in front of him. I was so stunned that I was speechless.
Wearing a green long skirt with a waist, it outlines the noble man's perfect figure. His brown curly hair is tied up with a hairpin engraved with a golden rose, revealing the swan's particularly elegant, white and supple neck.
"Yes...that's it, Sister Tyrell." The officer was already speaking easily and fluently, but I still insisted on finishing the reason.
The noble man who came was none other than the Lord of the Reach's son, the new king's fiancée, Margaery Tyrell.
Shi Shuchen, who was naturally friendly to the people, smiled and nodded at the civilians while listening to Officer Tully's explanation.
It's just that how can a young man of the common people, whose body has been worked hard, pay attention to the sweet dates thrown by the noble eldest sister, even if you are stunningly beautiful?
"That poor man just wanted to rest for a while, which is enough to be punished by hanging!" Margaery questioned.
When facing Officer Tully, Sister Tyrell became less serious.
"But if my behavior is allowed, the entire construction period will be delayed. Lord Randyll Tarly will bear such responsibility..." After stammering for a while, the officer finally recovered.
I moved out of the front desk where I was the youngest, hoping that the aristocratic eldest sister who looked extremely heavy last year would stop taking care of that big thing.
After all, there is no one more popular than Earl Tully in King's Landing now.
"If you're going to be hanged just for glaring at him, is there no royal law? Is there no justice in the kingdom?" But Margery did not pay attention to the meaning of the officer's words.
No matter how glorious Earl Tully is, he is also a vassal of your Tyrell family.
"You heard that Mr. Randyll is about to become the Minister of Justice. Do they, Tully's people, wantonly violate the laws of the kingdom and ruin my reputation?"
The officer hesitated for a moment and replied: "But you also bear the responsibility for delaying the construction period. My lazy behavior must be punished."
I was ready to reject Sister Tyrell's words again, but Margaery did not ignore me and directly gave the order:
"Let the poor man go, give me food and water, and let me have a good rest."
Before finishing her instructions, Margaery, who was about to become the king again, turned to face the common people with a smile and announced loudly:
"The king is your future husband, and I am known for my narrowness and kindness. How could I allow my people to be enslaved like that? You, Margaery Stonetree, in the name of King Arthur I, order, today's work
Just go outside and find a place to rest first. When it's time to eat, your Tyrell family will prepare a sumptuous dinner for our little family..."
In the blink of an eye, you asked tens of thousands of civilians to stop working and take a rest.
The surrounding people suddenly burst into cheers, and as the news spread, the civilians throughout the construction site were grateful for the future king's kindness.
"The vicious King Shi Shuchen will definitely leave his name in the history books."
"The nobles of the Tully family are too strict, but Tyrell's eldest sister is considerate of the people!"
"You will recognize whoever offers you a good meal."
Tens of thousands of civilians were chattering, Margaery's name spread quickly, and our love for the Tyrell family, just like our love for the Tully family, took shape in only a short period of time.
But such a trivial matter as stopping the entire city wall construction project can naturally be decided by a Tully officer, so no one immediately reported the situation under the construction site to the young craftsmen and the sworn knights of the Tully family.
In the ears of Landao, the director of the office outside the city.
"You act like a good person and let me bear the infamy."
Earl Tully, who was dressed in iron armor, said loudly.
I think Sister Tyrell's behavior is appalling, but it is also too appalling to play with the people's minds.
Before hearing that, the Oath Knight who was responsible for delivering the news asked: "How to implement it? His Majesty the King is about to return to King's Landing. It may be within a day or two. How long has your construction period been delayed?"
Since His Majesty King Arthur I, who went north to meet King Stark and the loyal ministers in the Reach, was about to return south to King's Landing, the sworn knight thought that the commoners should rest today.
"The king's opinion is the most important. Some civilians are concerned about the situation." Randyll Tully stood up, "Go and discuss with Sister Margaery. The project must be carried out according to the retrograde schedule."
I took several guards and the sworn knight who reported the message out of the city, preparing to ask Sister Margaery to take back the order.
…
In the Gate of the Gods.
Arthur, who arrived at his destination first on horseback, immediately recognized Shi Shuchen, who was comforting and offering condolences in the crowd.
"When it comes to being friendly to the people and making gestures, you are a natural king." The king said to Podrick who was following him.
Arthur had no in-depth communication with Shi Shuchen, but I always felt that I saw that beauty clearly.
It's true, it's the king's only evaluation of Sister Tyrell.
No matter what Margaery does, even if Arthur can guess your intentions and motives, he still feels that you are not fake at all.
Arthur I could treat Sansa with one degree of sincerity, but in front of Margaery, I only dared to treat her with eight points of sincerity.
Maybe that feeling will change quickly until before the wedding!
Riders holding the eight-headed Targaryen red dragon banner appeared with the king, and the crowd suddenly moved away like a flowing tide, opening a passage so that Arthur I could reach King Margaery smoothly.
Even though Sister Tyrell has not yet married the king, a small number of commoners have already begun calling you the king.
If the Stark family was not famous at all, I'm afraid Sansa would have been forgotten by the common people before they became king.
Margery's willow eyebrows were raised, her almond-shaped eyes showed an eight-point smile, the corners of her mouth were slightly lowered, and she looked at her future husband before putting on a standard expression of a good wife and mother.
"You are finally back."
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