An army of 100,000 people siege the city, and news spread throughout the entire King's Landing City.

After all, this is not a hundred thousand ants. Even if it is a hundred thousand ants, it is still a huge area, so it is impossible for Lin Feng and the others to block the news.

For a moment, the entire Junlin City people were panicked. They didn't know who the owner of the city would be tomorrow, and they were also worried about their future.

The trend of public opinion in the city is basically more towards Lan Li. After all, Lan Li is the younger brother of the former king, and in name, it is much more authentic than Lin Feng.

Of course, the most important thing is that Lan Li holds an army of 100,000, while Lin Feng only has 20,000.

In this era, there are few cases of winning with less, so when the forces of both sides are not equal, most people will choose the side with a larger number of people.

Water can carry a boat and can also overturn it. The people's hearts are particularly important. At such a panic moment, what Lin Feng needs to do the most is to stabilize the morale of the army and the people.

The method Lin Feng chose is very simple, kill people and sacrifice the flag!

This is the easiest and easiest way to establish authority at present. As for who to choose, Lin Feng has already had a candidate in his heart, King Baratheon II!

I think no one in the entire King's Landing City has a higher identity than the king, at least in public.

Lin Feng did this clearly to tell those who were malicious that I could even kill the king, let alone you, I hope you can be honest.

News about the king's execution spread throughout the city overnight.

It was noon the next day, and the central square was crowded with people.

The king and the others have seen each other many times, but this is the first time they have seen him.

Among these people, some are watching the fun, some are ulterior motives, and some want to do some stealing business.

In short, today the entire King's Landing City is empty.

Under the guarding of many soldiers, Baratheon II walked towards Xingtai step by step.

Every extra step his white face turned pale, which was simply torment for him.

Some people have said that death is not terrible, what is terrible is the waiting before the moment, which is the most unbearable.

Since becoming king, Baratheon II has become arrogant, arrogant, powerless, and has done many infuriating things. Today, it is finally his turn to feel the waiting before his death.

This feeling is very uncomfortable and even a bit scary.

"I am the king! The guardian of the entire territory of the seven countries! You are not qualified to sentence me, let me go!" Baratheon II, who could not withstand the pressure, suddenly began to roar in anger.

The muscles on his face kept trembling, as if they were caused by excitement.

However, Lin Feng understood that this king was a powerful person on the outside. If he hadn't been born in the Lannister family, his brain and way of being a human being would never live outside for three days.

Now remove his only layer of defense and strip him of his king's identity, and he will be nothing.

And the reason why he was so excited was simply that he knew that he was in trouble and did not want to die.

Lin Feng looked at the other person with a squinted eyes and sneered, "You are not as strong as your mother. It's such a big joke to make you the king of a country."

"My father, Lauber Baratheon I, is the orthodox king of the Iron Throne. You have no right to judge me. You and your father are all traitors and should be executed!"

Baratheon II said without hesitation: "It was so cheap that he just cut off your father's head. I should have found the homeless people in the city and let them serve your father well!"

The more he talked, Baratheon II became more and more crazy, simply let himself go and roared wildly: "Bad, miscellaneous, even if I die, I will not let you go. The Seven Gods will spit on you forever!"

Lin Feng let him finish his last sentence, and then he slapped him in the face.

"Bang!"

A crisp sound rang throughout the audience. If someone hadn't pressed him, I'm afraid Lin Feng would have slapped him out with this slap.

Looking at Baratheon II, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, Lin Feng said in a cold voice: "This slap was not for me today, but for Duke Ned Stark and those who were tortured to death by you."

"Also, you just reminded me that you are right. I shouldn't let you die so early. I will adopt your opinion just now, so don't worry, I will satisfy you." Lin Feng sneered: "If the homeless people in the city can't satisfy you, it doesn't matter. There is also my army. Many of them like you, a tender skin like you."

"Of course, if you are not satisfied, you have to wait for two days, because I have to wait for me to defeat Renly Baratheon and then catch him. I heard that he is the most famous homosexual. At that time, I will definitely let you perform well in the middle of the crowd!"

Lin Feng said with all his emotions and frightened Baratheon directly. If this is the case, it would be better to die.

Baratheon II, who was a little frightened in his eyes, began to tremble his voice, "I am recognized by the bishop and protected by the Seven Gods. If you kill me, you will be despised by the Seven Gods!"

Hearing this, Lin Feng couldn't help laughing, "From now on, I will protect the Seven Kingdoms, and the Seven Gods cannot interfere! I don't know whether he spits on him, but I will definitely not like him!"

"Only the weak will pray, and the strong will always rely on themselves to fight for it!" Lin Feng glanced at Baratheon II with contempt, "Even if you die, you will be willing to do anything!"

"Of course you won't understand." Lin Feng said, then looked in another direction, "By the way, it's not me who came to execute you for the death penalty today, but him. I hope you like it."

Baratheon II looked in the direction of Lin Feng's finger and immediately became furious, "Lord of the North, you can kill me, but you can't insult me. I would rather die in your hands than in the hands of a dwarf!"

Lin Feng nodded with a smile, "From the beginning to now, this sentence is like a man, but you can't decide it, it's me!"

"You dwarf, little demon, a waste who betrays the family, why can't you wait to join your new embrace when you meet a new master?" Baratheon II hated this dwarf uncle very much for various reasons. It can be said that he hated him to the core.

Now that the little demon is going to execute his death penalty, he naturally cannot accept it.

But these things are not something he can decide.

Because the right to determine is in Lin Feng's hands.
Chapter completed!