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Chapter 100 Bombardment of Pike Town

Pike City's location is quite special; to capture Pike City, you must first conquer Kingsport.

Port King is located on Pike Island and is the home of the Portley family. It is the largest town on Pike Island, but it's really not that great.

Pike is an ancient fortress.

It was originally built on a cliff jutting out into the sea, but as the rocks supporting the cliff were eroded, the towers of Pike City were gradually isolated on fragile and precarious reefs, which were surrounded by salty seawater year-round.

From then on, longships could no longer dock at Pike Island; to get to Pike Island, longships had to first dock at the shore of Kingsport, near Pike Island.

The Battle of Pyke was the bloodiest battle fought by the Iron Throne army since they swept across the Iron Islands, as it was, after all, the stronghold of House Greyjoy.

The sailors, blacksmiths, and warriors were all loyal to the sea monster.

Another point is that King's Port is no ordinary place; the Ironclad sailors here are better equipped.

This small port is famous for its forges and metalworkers, who can produce high-quality swords, axes, ring armor, and plate armor.

Having gained experience from yesterday's capture of Harlo Island, the soldiers now have experience landing on the island.

Redwin's fleet completely surrounded Kingsport, with catapults and ballistae roaring incessantly.

"Waaaaaah!"

"Long live King Robert! Long live King's Landing!" As the horns sounded, the Iron Throne's army began its sweep of King's Port.

King's Port is relatively small, probably only half the size of a large town in the river region, and doesn't have much buffer zone.

In this situation, the Iron Throne army was replaced by heavily armored knights fighting on foot.

The iron-fed soldiers on Pike Island were relatively well-equipped, making the war there particularly bloody.

Seeing that the Ironborn of Kingsport were fighting to the death, Robert had no intention of being polite.

"Long live Greyjoy!" The Ironborn, hiding behind stone fortifications, raised their swarm of sea monster banners or silverfish banners, fighting to the death.

Despite the trouble caused by arrows, crossbows, and throwing axes, the Iron Throne's army still charged forward fearlessly.

The Iron Throne army has a significant numerical advantage over the Iron type.

Even if the Ironclad warriors are fearless and some can achieve a trade ratio of one for two or three, it still cannot make up for the lack of numbers.

However, it's understandable that Iron Man could achieve this kill-to-death ratio, considering that many Riders haven't undergone rigorous combat training.

Iron-type soldiers, on the other hand, receive complete training in killing and plundering. Suitable Iron-type soldiers have seen blood and engaged in numerous real battles.

The ironworkers guarding this place are mostly sailors from Pike Island and blacksmiths from the blacksmith shops, and their combat strength is truly formidable.

The vanguard led by Arthur, Lynn Cobry, "Big Bear," and Soros of Mil began to press forward with perfect coordination, continuing their relentless trident formation.

With such a powerful combination of three punches, Iron Seed couldn't even find a place to hide.

"Kill the sea monster!" The fat, red-robed monk Soros laughed heartily, his longsword burning with green flames making him look like a war maniac.

"Long live Winterfell!" The usually taciturn bear, however, had a fierce look in his eyes as he brandished his longsword, displaying the bravery of a northerner.

"The He'an family, ten thousand men united!" The He'an cavalry, clad in heavy armor and yellow robes, followed Arthur like iron fists, crushing forward.

"Die!" Arthur, accompanied by his elite guards, transformed into a war beast and began hacking and slashing across the battlefield.

The Dark Messenger displayed its power and began to feast on the blood of the Ironborn.

"Die, you bat demon!" A middle-aged blacksmith brandished his axe and began to chop at Arthur.

"Too slow, you fool!" Arthur sliced ​​off his upper body with a single stroke of his sword, blood billowing in the air like mist, staining his yellow robe.

In Arthur's hands, the Dark Messenger seemed to come alive, slashing, spinning, hacking, and parrying.

The combination of strength and beauty is unstoppable.

Not to mention that Arthur brought eight or nine skilled men with him at close range, making the "sharp knife effect" truly terrifying.

Arthur took command, Sir Lucas guarded him, and the rest charged forward under the leadership of ruthless mercenary knights like Rosso, Craton, and Tritimor.

These three mercenary knights all have extensive combat experience and know how to exploit weaknesses in the Iron Seed.

"Don't let others outdo you, kids, proud Vale warriors!" Lynn Cobree tore off his burqa and said fiercely.

The people of the valley also became fierce, brandishing their longswords, spears, and battle axes, fearing they would fall behind.

This trident vanguard formation was absolutely ruthless.

It's quite fortunate that such a small town as King's Port could have so many elite warriors slaughtering it.

Arthur's men formed a triangular formation, which in turn spurred the elite troops of the Three Rivers region, including those from Crowtree City, Seafront City, and Lihe City, to fight fiercely like tigers.

The Mikawa Knights unleashed their fury, achieving maximum destructive power.

"Wow, that's incredible!" Earl Parker gasped, raising his telescope atop his flagship.

All we could see was the Dark Knight slashing left and right, like a warrior descending to earth.

That sense of violent power was something Parker could never forget.

Lynn was a renowned swordsman from the valley, and Count Parker never expected that a rising star like Arthur would be so ruthless.

It's just like those genius knights who sweep through everything in their path.

"Kill!" King Robert could no longer hold back and, under the protection of the White Knights, charged into the battlefield.

"Long live King Robert!" Duke Eddard, Earl Royce, Earl Tetos, Earl Genos, and others followed closely behind.

As for Earl Jason, he directed his warriors to transport the catapults to the flat ground, assemble them, and prepare to bombard Pike City.

Robert wielded that massive, imposing warhammer with remarkable agility, as if its weight were no problem.

In fact, that warhammer was extremely heavy; even a first- or second-rate warrior like Ed could barely lift it, let alone wield it with incredible speed.

Robert's strength was simply too great, to the point that he could lift heavy objects with ease; ordinary iron objects simply couldn't defend against them.

The king began to fight, wielding his giant spiked warhammer to slash left and right.

Under such overwhelming force, even a simple blow could tear the Iron Seed's skin apart.

If you hit the spine or the head, it's an instant kill.

With the King Killer and Ser Kovars close behind, King Robert's killings seemed as simple as mowing grass.

"Surrender or die!" Arthur Hoan roared, and the Dark Messenger danced to an astonishing degree, the dark, smoky steel carrying a cloud of blood mist and wails.

By the end, Lynn's muscles were aching, and of the four forwards, only Arthur was still playing with great enthusiasm.

This is the energy and stamina of the "Blue Hands" – true supermodels.

"Such stamina and recovery? How is that possible!" Sir Lynn Cobbry rubbed his eyes and said in shock, as if he had seen a ghost.

If that were the case, it's fortunate he didn't overestimate himself and challenge Arthur Hogan to a duel, otherwise he might have humiliated himself.

Arthur transforms into a demon of war, leaving behind only the remains of Ironborn wherever he goes; a true man never looks back.

If we add the King, Duke Eddard, and Earl Royce to the mix, then the killing begins.

This small port city of kings has a king, a duke, a duke's heir, and a great lord known as the Bronze King who go on campaign together.

If we include the restored Herenberg, there were actually five representatives from the top twenty or so families present at the same time.

In addition to the ice, King's Port also had four steel swords wielded.

"Long live King Robert!"

"For King Robert!"

Under the banner of the King's Stag, the Iron Throne Army's fighting power surged like it was on steroids.

King Robert wasn't the kind of king who would say "Go for it!" Instead, he was the first to go, and his brothers would follow him.

This kind of personal charm and attraction is something that ordinary people simply cannot resist.

Led by these Westeros superhumans, the Royalist army began to go berserk, relentlessly attacking the Ironborn.

Moments later, the Iron Seed's defensive network at King's Port was completely destroyed.

Those Ironborn who refused to surrender were all killed, and the king vented his anger.

In the end, every alleyway in King's Port was filled with dead people and corpses.

Many of the most famous sailors, blacksmiths, and shipbuilders died.

There's nothing we can do about it; it's just normal attrition during wartime.

"You deserve the most credit for taking King's Port. I'll reward you even more after we take Pyke City," Robert said to Arthur after a moment's thought. "King's Port is yours now, but it's littered with corpses. Take what you want."

"Thank you for your reward, Your Majesty." Arthur was overjoyed and quickly curtsied in gratitude.

The other knights weren't jealous at all.

After all, King's Port was littered with corpses, and the port was only half the size of a large town, so everyone thought there wasn't much to be gained.

The reward everyone was waiting for was either the exploitation of Pyke City or Robert's golden dragon.

Moreover, the Dark Knight's contributions are undeniable, so no one really cares.

"Light up that fortress for me!" Robert ordered.

The Portley family fortress on the hill near the port was not heavily defended to begin with, and it was easily flattened.

The castle, built of wood and fences, was burned to the ground by Robert's order.

Amidst the raging flames, the Potter family's fortress began to burn, sending up plumes of black smoke.

The garrison in Pike City could certainly see it clearly, but there was nothing they could do about it.

After dusk, night gradually descended.

But the war was not over. The soldiers lit torches, and the catapults began to roar as they bombarded Pike.