The war is over?
Not for The Hound.
Standing on the Gatehouse Tower of Storm's End, he could already see the chaos and confusion in the Enemy Camp outside the city with his naked eye.
Distraction is the biggest taboo in a duel.
"Action!" he ordered, looking at the combat map on the Light Screen.
Hundreds of Cannons had been set up on the battlements for days, and now they finally came into use. The Gunners were as excited as the Cannons.
Lighting up the control panels, the Gunners couldn't wait to press the Fire button.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
The Hound watched silently below. The power of the Cannons was unleashed on the Open Space a few hundred paces outside the Enemy Camp, leaving a mess but with no kills.
Not only was The Hound not angry, he was quite satisfied.
He wasn't stupid.
Joffrey had just instructed him to do his best to capture the Lambs intact. How could he use Cannons to slaughter the Lambs at will?
This was perfect.
To deal with ownerless Lambs, all that was needed was to startle and guide them.
"Soldiers!" The mighty roar sounded again, "Renly's rebellion has failed! No one should be buried with him, surrender immediately! Your Liege Lord has already..."
The Hound looked at the map.
Marine Regiment 2 and Marine Regiment 3 of the Royal Fleet, which had secretly landed during the night, were approaching the Enemy Camp from the north. Marine Regiment 4 and Marine Regiment 5 appeared in the south, and Marine Regiment 6 and Marine Regiment 7 outflanked the enemy from the rear.
The fence was already set up.
The Hound wasn't worried about the strength of the Marine Regiments.
Although most of these people were recruited and formed from Sailors and recently recovered Castles, they all had Light Screens, and many were even granted Divine Grace. They also had the assistance of Cannons.
While they couldn't compare to the Royal Guard, dealing with the panicked and disordered enemy forces, who were practically routed, was not a problem at all.
The Hound nodded. "Continue."
The shouts that echoed throughout the land changed content. "Look at the disaster in front of your camp, those are Cannons created by Your Majesty's Divine Power!"
The roaring and explosions had already stopped the arguments between the Soldiers from the Stormlands and the Reach. People either stood still or walked around aimlessly, but the sound they heard all came from Storm's End.
So these were Cannons.
People deeply remembered this name.
"The Cannons are about to advance and flatten all Military Camps!"
The Soldiers exploded into a frenzy.
Randyll Tarly struggled to get up. "Lord Mace, Lord Renly, leave here quickly! Save your Life first, then talk about other things."
"Soldiers, leave the Military Camp, leave death. You only have ten breaths!"
"Ten, nine..."
Mace Tyrell instantly regained all his strength, propped himself up on a table, and shot up. Then, ignoring everything else, he immediately ran wildly towards the outside.
The survivors from the Reach tried to follow their Liege Lord's steps, but could only lag far behind Lord Mace.
The Lords of the Stormlands also fled on their own.
Randyll Tarly frowned and stopped a few people. "Even if you plan to pledge allegiance to King Joffrey, at least fulfill your final duty to your former King!"
"No need." Renly had already been helped up by a few still loyal guards.
"Lord Randyll, you are a truly honorable noble," Renly sighed sadly. "The Gods are too partial. However, I accept defeat."
"Six, five..."
There wasn't much time left, and Randyll Tarly couldn't help but feel anxious, then looked at Renly with worry.
Renly forced a smile. "Let's go together. I haven't planned to give up my Life just yet. At least, I should see Joffrey again and ask him a few questions."
"Three..."
Renly turned his back to Storm's End, his steps faltering, barely even running.
Bang! Bang! Bang...
The Cannons gradually extended, engulfing Tents and fortifications, getting closer and closer to Renly and the others.
Renly still didn't speed up.
He had gambled correctly. The Cannon Fire only spread and raged behind him, but didn't cross a single step past him, even after they completely left the Military Camp area.
The Hound curled his lip. He was clearly a loser, why bother putting on such an act?
However, he really didn't dare to deal with Renly on his own. Who knew what Joffrey was really thinking? Was it because of public opinion, people's hearts, credibility, or something else?
In short, Renly couldn't die yet.
"Reporting to the Commander, the Cannon Fire strike is complete!" The Chief Gunner jogged over to report, his face full of respect.
The Hound, however, didn't appreciate it. "Waste of time! Say what you need on the light screen!"
"Yes!" The chief gunner straightened up.
Ding~
The Hound glanced at the light screen and was immediately speechless. "It says 'next time'! You... never mind. Go back."
"Yes!" The chief gunner returned to his post at a run.
The Hound shook his head and refocused on the battle map. "The rebel army has dispersed. All marine regiments advance!"
"Cannons execute the second phase of support!"
The tens of thousands of soldiers, surrounded and bewildered, heard that thunderous voice again.
"Soldiers, to the west, to the south, to the north. The Royal Army will accept surrender in these three directions. Remember, do not gather! Cannons will destroy any group exceeding fifty people. Do not gather!"
"Ten breaths! Ten, nine..."
Randyll Tarly looked around. Clearly, there were more than a hundred people.
Renly sighed. "Lord Randyll, let us part ways here. I presume you also have matters to attend to."
Randyll Tarly stepped back two paces and performed a final, proper bow.
"Lord Renly, take care."
Renly gave a bitter smile. "Perhaps I won't be a lord for much longer. You take care too, Lord Tarly."
Randyll Tarly said no more and strode away.
Some soldiers exchanged glances, silently left the formation, and followed Randyll Tarly.
The cannons only fired two more rounds.
Having personally witnessed hundreds of their most ignorant comrades reduced to dust, the flock completely broke into scattered individuals.
There was no longer any threat.
The Hound grinned. "Priests leave the city. The King has decreed forgiveness for all who surrender and bestowal of divine grace."
Once the divine grace core is applied, everything will be without further complications...
It was just past noon, and Storm's End was completely filled with countless captives. Only knights were granted a cell or room; most common soldiers had to return outside the city and build their own prisoner camps.
Now this is what you call an end. The Hound submitted the mission with satisfaction.
...
Ding~
The war was over. Jon Snow couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion at this good news.
So fast.
How much time had passed in total? Jon calculated carefully and found that it had only been less than two months!
Yet, this was indeed a great war that affected the Seven Kingdoms.
The Stormlands and the Reach raised the banner of rebellion, the Westerlands and the Crownlands went all out, and the Riverlands and the Vale all dispatched troops. Even the most remote and desolate North and Dorne could not remain unaffected.
Regardless.
Renly had failed, and the war had indeed ended.
But the aftershocks were still rippling.
Jon looked up.
The castle before him sat on a small hill deep in the woods. The hill was covered in lush green grass and military camps, devoid of trees, clearly offering excellent visibility and making it difficult for external enemies to launch a surprise attack.
But was a surprise attack even necessary?
Jon looked at the knight beside him and smiled with a hint of mischief. "Ser Hart Fell, you are most familiar with Felwood. You shall serve as the vanguard."
Hart Fell gazed at his own fortress with a complicated expression. "As you wish."
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