The king on the Great Wall

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He asked the guards to order the troops to stop and set up camp and arrange security, then squatted down on the side of the road—opened the map on the low table moved out of the carriage, drew a few strokes, and began to explain why he did so: "Things are a bit unusual, I suspect—the White Walkers are planning some kind of conspiracy, so they will appear in our field of vision just at sunset today."

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Chapter 441 Suppressing Ghosts

Those ghosts and ghosts can still play tricks and tricks?

Daenerys raised her eyebrows slightly, feeling that Iger was a little suspicious.

However, the Commander-in-Chief of the Night Watchman commanded his own army to fight his own war, and he has just become the monarch he is loyal to for only two days, and has not fulfilled the content of the agreement. It seems that there is something wrong with it.

Thinking of this, she shrugged her shoulders and did not raise any objections: "Where do you see something wrong?"

"It's not to see, but to calculate. We are in the army, eat and walk with the soldiers, and know the situation of the troops well, so the pursuit speed is known." Iger pointed to the map connecting the western section of the Great Wall and the line segment of Houguan Town, the land-grant capital, "and the average transfer speed of the ghoul army can also be roughly inferred from the point that they rushed from Shimenzhai to Houguan Town in one day the day before yesterday." The enemy set off more than ten hours earlier than us, taking into account conditions such as traveling all day without rest, this is..."

This is a typical follow-up problem that a primary school student will do.However, in this world there is neither primary school nor the mature term 'following up questions'. Iger, who couldn't find a suitable vocabulary, finally had to change his words: "This is a simple arithmetic problem."

Under Daenerys' questioning eyes, he took out a blank piece of paper and scribbled on the calculation process, explaining his conclusion: "Unfortunately, no matter whether I guess by feeling or do calculations in my head, I can substitute the estimate The highest value or the lowest value of the speed of travel... The final result is: we can't catch up with the enemy before we approach Long Lake."

"But we're catching up now."

The queen likes to see the way the man writes and draws on the map and white paper, but she is even more curious: how Iger plans to explain the discrepancy and contradiction between reality and his judgment this time.

"Indeed, either I made a mistake in the calculation, or there is something wrong somewhere, which caused the reality and the calculation result to be inconsistent." Iger sighed, and handed the draft to a few educated guards, "Let's pass it on for a look. , See if I made a careless miscalculation... But it can basically be ruled out. It's not arrogance, but the problem model is too simple, and it's hard to make mistakes. If it's not a miscalculation, then--or the Last Hearth City The human fortress is still well-prepared, and the White Walkers spent more than a dozen hours on the brainstorming attack-this is unlikely; or it is the last reason-the enemy's speed is much slower than the lower limit I originally calculated."

"That's good news, why should we stop?"

"Because it's a lot slower, there are two situations: one is that it really can't get up fast, and the other is that it deliberately slowed down, and even stopped and waited for us. Now we can't judge based on the known information. What kind of situation is it?" Iger squinted his eyes and replied in a deep voice, "It's dark now, and the troops haven't finished their meal. If we forcefully chase after us, we may have to fight a fierce battle in the dark with hungry stomachs... Instead of taking risks, It's better to suppress your impatience, camp on the spot, and wait for the night. What kind of situation is it, we will know tomorrow."

He took back the previous piece of paper from the guards who shook their heads and said that there was no problem with the calculations on the draft, and made the final conclusion for this analysis: "If the enemy's speed is really slower than my most conservative estimate, we will see it at dawn tomorrow morning." Set off immediately, and we will definitely catch up before noon... Conversely, if we catch up with the enemy tomorrow when it is approaching dark, it means that my suspicion is correct. Keeping close, wanting to lure you, His Majesty—riding a dragon to get away from the main force, and rushing into the trap first!"

"The Aigers are really old-fashioned, this is a steady test and confirmation." Marquillo, who had already ridden from the Nightfort to catch up with the large army, looked at Daenerys with a smile, "Your Majesty, if it is true The commander-in-chief is too cautious, and the consequence of holding back tonight is nothing more than delaying the end of the war by one day... And if he guesses that there is a problem, your Majesty's rash attack will put yourself and the three dragons in a big crisis. Your honor As a queen, you should not risk yourself."

Daenerys listened carefully to what Iger and Marquilo said, understood what they meant, and nodded in agreement.At this moment, the scout who was standing aside and still waiting for orders couldn't help asking: "Then... my lord, what will happen to the Hearth City in the end?"

"No need to deal with it." Bran Stark, who was silent for a while in the wheelchair, opened his eyes and completed his close-range detection and perception through the eyes of the crow, "The corpses left inside and outside the Amber Castle It's all true. The White Walkers should have no extra power to transform the ghouls, so they left so many corpses behind. Write a letter to Houguan Town and let the left-behind staff send logistics to finish it, no need for additional attention. "

"They don't have any extra magic power to transform ghouls?" Iger raised his eyebrows, and almost blurted out asking if this also means that the enemy has no magic power to transform corpse dragons. The words were swallowed back.

"It's not bad to wait an extra night, but there is one more problem." Daenerys said again, "It would be best if we can catch up and end this shit by daytime tomorrow, but if it turns out that the enemy really slowed down on purpose to lure us I attack, how should I solve the problem in the end? I can't just let the three dragons follow the soldiers all the way, chasing the ghosts to the south!"

"The enemy is not fleeing to the north beyond the Great Wall, but to the hinterland of the northern border. As long as you hold on tightly, someone will be able to hold back the enemy's footsteps and force the White Walkers to slow down." Right now there is an army going north, you can play this role.Iger was originally afraid that the enemy would expand the army all the way and eventually swell into the spectacular sea of ​​corpses at the beginning of the war, but now even this worry has been relieved, and the whole person is at ease, "Bran, what is the northern coalition led by your brother at this moment?" The location—can you use the crow to try to determine their location and contact them, so that the two armies can cooperate with each other, and it is best to attack the White Walkers from north to south?"

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Robb Stark immediately launched a general mobilization to the North after receiving the Great Wall alarm.

Considering that the battlefield was a land grant and Winterfell was in the center of the northern border, in order to save the troops of the princes whose fiefs were further north from wasting time, he chose a village near the king's road in the west of Last Hearth to assemble the army sent in the letter.

It's winter, so most of the residents gather in the towns to escape the winter. In addition, the northern border is already in a state of long-term war with the Iron Islands, and they are always on guard. The northern border is always in a tense state. The speed of mobilizing the army was quite fast - Among them, the army of Winterfell set off on the second day after the outbreak of the war, that is, at noon on the day when the alarm was received, when the ghouls were still rushing from Shimenzhai to Houguan Town, they hurriedly set off. Going northward at a constant speed without chaos, the three armies of Seven, Glover and Bolton, who were on the same road and were closer, joined together, a total of more than 6000 people... After a few days of trekking, they have already approached Long Lake, and there are less than two days left The distance will be able to rush to the Last Hearth City.

But in the early morning when they stopped for the night on the King's Avenue on the west side of the lake and were about to set off to continue to the assembly point, a strange thing happened to the guards of the northern border who led the army.

A crow suddenly flew down from the sky and landed on his shoulder who was having breakfast.He stretched out his hand to grab it and didn't hide, and when he took a look in front of him, there was a roll of paper tied to the bird's foot, which said that the Hearth City had been captured at last, and that the ghosts were leading the army to go south, and other urgent information, and asked the northern army to stop on the spot. Stationed, set up a camp to prepare to block the enemy.

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Smart crows can indeed memorize several places after training, which is nothing unusual, but no matter how smart they are, they can only go back and forth to a fixed crow's nest, and cannot send a letter to a moving target, let alone deliver the letter to the supreme commander with such precision I have it in my hand.After reading the astonishing news, Robb immediately stopped the preparations for the army's departure, and announced the contents of the letter to the rest of the nobles who were dining together.

"How did this crow find you, my lord?" The nobles present stared suspiciously and vigilantly at the big black bird that flew back to his shoulder after being let go by Robb. Ask first, "I've never heard that crows have the ability to find people. Don't be a spy sent by the enemy to confuse our army with sorcery. They want to delay our trip so that we can never make it to the Great Wall to help!"

The crow who delivered the letter let out a loud cry, as if protesting the accusation against him.

"The night watchmen have taken in the wildlings from beyond the Great Wall, and I heard that some of them do have the ability to control animals, especially birds." Earl Glover asked, "Who wrote this letter, is there a signature and a seal?"

"It's signed by my brother Bran, and it's stamped with the official coat of arms of the Night's Watch. It doesn't look like a counterfeit." Robb frowned—to be honest, he really forgot what Bran's handwriting looked like. "Maybe it's because during the time my brother stayed outside the Great Wall, he learned some magical method of using crows to send messages—what do you think, my lords, how should we deal with the news in this letter?"

"Assuming the news is true, what are the night watchmen doing?" Another nobleman said angrily, "Didn't you say that the White Walkers crossed the Grand Canyon to enter the land grant? How far is the Hearth City from the Grand Canyon? Will it fall if you don't have enough time? Then Iger West is boasting about his own skills, why is it really fighting now, but can't stop the enemy for a while?!"

A group of patriarchs and accompanying heirs were chattering and expressing their opinions, and a good breakfast meeting suddenly turned into a pot of porridge.

"Everyone, please be quiet!" Roose Bolton coughed, "The White Walkers are leading the dead, and it is not easy to judge their marching speed by the standard of the living. If nothing else, assuming they can go north with our speed." Marching at a speed day and night, it is not impossible to reach Winterfell in three or four days. Anyway, the night watchmen issued an alarm immediately, and now they are chasing the enemy to the last hearth city, which is not completely ineffective , it’s better than the ‘Sleeping Jack’ 90 years ago who let the enemy cross the border without realizing it.” The voice of the Lord of Dreadfort was not loud, but he always had a strange penetrating power, “What we should judge now is : Is this letter really from the Night Watchman, or, as Earl Seven said, is it from the sorcery of the White Walkers?"

Roose Bolton's words reminded everyone, so - a new round of discussions began.

"Put this crow up first, don't let it fly away! Use the dragon crystal to stab it once, if it is the magic of the strange ghost, it will definitely die in an instant!"

"Nonsense, why won't a crow die if it pokes a dragon crystal?" The more sober opponent said, "I think, so what if it's true? When will the northern army obey the command of the night watchman! We have to deal with aliens." The ghost's dragon crystal weapon also brought kerosene and asphalt, what are you afraid of? If you stay here for a day, the enemy will invade the northern border a little deeper, and sitting and watching the enemy invade your own territory is the greatest incompetence!"

"Fart, we have all seen what a ghoul looks like. It is incompetent to sit back and watch the enemy invade. It is an honor to lead thousands of people in this area to die head-on, leaving hundreds of thousands of northerners to be slaughtered by the ghosts." Are you brave? If the content of the letter is true, camp on the spot, build fences and barricades for defense, wait for the armies of the Hornwood and Talhar families to catch up, and then attack the White Walkers with the Night Watchman on both sides. It will destroy the entire army. This is not 'obedience to the command of the night watchman', but the only way out right now, and you have to do it if you don't write it in the letter!"

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Although a noisy debate seems to have no positive meaning, the commander can indeed gradually absorb the opinions of all parties in the process of "listening in", and fill in the dead corners of his negligent thinking... Soon, Robb is brewing and Complete your own thoughts.

"Okay!" The young guardian of the northern border raised his hand to end the intense discussion that tended to escalate, and made a final decision: "We will camp on the spot, each family will arrange manpower and tools, log in the forests on both sides, and build temporary spikes Barricades and walls , get ready for the battle. In addition, send a few of the best riders, bring enough horses for transfers, and head north to investigate the situation lightly. Whether you find the enemy or rush all the way to the last hearth city, you will return immediately and report what you have learned. See the content!"

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Chapter 442

Dragons soared in the sky at the edge of vision.

Whether it's their huge size or the strong fluctuations of magic power they radiate, they are as eye-catching as lights in the dark night. Even as the night gets darker, they are still clearly visible... they are so close at hand, but they don't say anything and fly into this last distance range.

Sensing the movements of the three dragons at all times, and gnashing their teeth cautiously, the chief cold god priest faintly felt the dense breath of life beginning to appear at the end of the road in the southwest.

Either it was a fortress built by the road, or it was a human army that came after hearing the news, and no matter what the possibility was, the road going south was blocked!

This is the worst consequence of planning bankruptcy: the blitz against the Great Wall failed, the change of plan continued to suffer setbacks, step by step, and the situation finally reached the present where all the games were lost.Unknowingly, they, which were supposed to be the natural enemies of mankind and the destroyers of the world, unexpectedly fell into the fate of being surrounded and wiped out by the prey... Although they are hundreds of miles away from the Great Wall, the giants standing outside the line of sight The magic ice wall still reminds the priests of the cold god all the time - what is despair.

If you can't lure the three dragons forward to attack by acting as a bait, you will have no chance of winning the battle with the night watchman who is equipped with all kinds of restraining weapons.But if you continue to go south, you will not only get closer to the life-and-death magic concentration threshold line, but you will also have to face the interception of another human army whose situation is unknown.

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If you look at the map from the "God" or "satellite perspective", there is actually a safer way for the priests of the cold god to get out of the crisis: leave the road, retreat westward into the wolf forest, and rely on the dense forest and mountain clan territory complex terrain environment to get rid of human pursuit.Freeze to the north of the red line of the magic power concentration, slowly recover the magic power, and continue to wait for the turning point.

However, in addition to violating the last order of the Cold God, this plan also faces another more practical fatal difficulty: although the ghouls do not need to rest, they are not as easy to manipulate as imagined.

Except for a small number of "smart ghouls" who transformed immediately after being killed and deliberately injected extra magic power to preserve the functions of the brain's thinking and control centers-such as the kind that pretended to be dead and sneaked into Castle Black to assassinate the commander-in-chief of the night watchman, most of them The ghoul is actually just the torso being forcibly awakened by injecting magic power, turning into a puppet... and being able to act according to the will of the caster under the control of the spellcaster.Since the brain has long been decayed and damaged, the pure puppet mummies actually don't even have the ability to think at the animal level. While the magic power consumed for actions is reduced to the extreme, the disadvantage is that all actions must be remotely controlled by the aliens.

An example and comparison can clearly understand the difference: in the pursuit of the ghosts after the death of the Night King, Iger's order to the land-grant army was "follow most of the enemy and don't fall behind". To execute orders, each soldier can use his own brain to judge.However, the orders issued by the priests of the cold god to the ghouls were much more specific: "step left foot", "step right foot", "maintain balance", "step left foot again", "step right foot again"...

Relying on the ultra-low temperature magical thinking organ composed of pure energy, the White Walker has computing power far exceeding that of the human brain, and it is no problem to act as the thinking center of a large number of ghouls... However, the premise is that the magic power is sufficient: once the complexity of the commands to be issued increases , the calculation pressure that the ghosts have to bear will also increase sharply, which will further increase the speed of mana consumption - which naturally means that the lifespan will be shortened rapidly in a low mana environment.

When attacking the Grand Canyon defense line of the night watchman, relying on the advantage of being backed by the infinite cold magic power, the priests of the cold god are like laptops plugged in and turned on "high-performance mode", they can unscrupulously attack everyone A ghoul performs micro-management to reduce casualties and expand the battle results-but once they cross the Great Wall and come to the Great Wall, they can only rely on their own batteries after unplugging the power supply, and they have to switch to "power-saving mode" to consume every point of magic power They are all cautious.

Leaving the main road and drilling into forests and mountains, to the pursuing human army, it is just a little tired from the journey and a little less vision.With the Green Prophet and the skinchangers participating in the battle, they are not afraid of losing the enemy or encountering an ambush... But for the priest of the cold god who has already bottomed out his magic power, it is necessary to control thousands of ghouls to travel on complicated road conditions , Avoiding obstacles and other complex operations alone, it is like opening a high-consuming game with 5% of the battery left, which is burning life to support - not only can't really get rid of the chasing soldiers, but even face The danger of running out of mana and dying before being overtaken cannot be considered at all.

Unable to lure the enemy to break the situation, and now facing the dilemma of being attacked by the enemy, with no way to retreat, the chief cold god priest who was half forced and half driven and could only continue southward in the dark, felt a strange feeling of helplessness and desolation rushing through his body, Come to mind.

He is not afraid of death, but he is troubled and regretful that the purpose of existence cannot be realized.

However, after re-feeling the magic power in the body that was still full due to saving as much as possible, the discouragement that almost filled the body was slowly replaced by the resignation and determination of going to death: If it is not feasible to rely on oneself as bait, then add What about the lives of the enemies blocking the way ahead?

Tomorrow's battle will either be the end of another battle between ice and fire after a thousand years, or it will become a turning point to turn defeat into victory.Even if you lose, you must lose heroically!

***

The sky is bright again.

With some persuasion and the approval and support of others, the pursuing coalition army camped around the queen and the three dragons, and survived another night in the biting cold wind. Set out and pursue south along the tracks of the horde of ghouls almost covered in fresh snow on the king's road.

In just one night, the snow on the road that had been trampled flat by the ghouls was thick enough to cover the insteps of their feet again, which made it extremely difficult for the soldiers to take every step forward and every turn of the carriage wheels.But no one complained...instead, everyone rejoiced: it could have been worse.

After the land-grant received the people from outside the Great Wall, the sufficient manpower and the pre-war part with a complete defense plan allowed this road to have a special maintenance team clearing the snow until the day when the war broke out.

Now, the seemingly futile cleaning work in the past has shown a huge effect: the snow slopes that have been cleaned and shoveled on both sides are more than one person high, as if two beautiful white dykes guard the passage, and the center is The obviously sunken road surface of the King's Road - such a conspicuous feature makes the position of the road still conspicuous even in the white sky, and it is impossible to get lost without a guide.

The howling cold wind hits from the west, carrying countless snowflakes and flying by. This is another ordinary day in the cold winter season without the sun.Five thousand land-grant troops marched southward under the guard of three dragons. At the end of the morning, there was no trace of the enemy. After driving for a long time in the afternoon, they could still only see more and more clear stampede marks on the ground. Finally, miraculously—— As Iger guessed: half a moment before dark, the gray army of ghouls appeared in the vision of the birds controlled by the shapechangers.

After marching desperately for a whole day, even the legs are numb, but the distance between the pursuing troops and the enemy has neither increased nor shortened just right. Could this be a coincidence?

At least Daenerys didn't think so.In the face of the facts, the little queen had no doubts. When the army stopped and prepared to cook, she consciously called the three dragons back to the ground without saying a word about taking the initiative to attack.

Lighting up the cooking smoke in the snow, the soldiers who were waiting for dinner and resting and sleeping, waited for the hamstring-numbing news before they ate their first bite of food: Iger ordered the land-grant army not to set up tents Make preparations for the night—after dinner, they will continue the pursuit through the night, and end this damn war before dawn.

Of course, it wasn't that the commander-in-chief suddenly exploded with confidence, thinking that five thousand land-grant soldiers could win the field encounter with tens of thousands of ghouls in the dark, but according to the news and location reported by Bran Stark, Robb The first batch of reinforcements in the north led by Stark stopped not far from the south after receiving the crow's message. Judging from the speed of the ghoul army, if they continue to advance along the road, they will be at dawn in a few hours. Before that, they will definitely bump into the northern vanguard troops who are waiting in battle.The latter will block the target for the land-grant pursuit troops for a period of time that is difficult to judge, but they will never win alone. No matter how tired they are after a whole day of crazy marching, the land-grant army will have to grit their teeth and continue to move forward, striving to get everything in place. It's over for tonight!

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Chapter 443 Long Lake Bloody Battle

Under the dark sky with no stars and moon, the temporary camp of the Northern Frontier Army was brightly lit, and there were soldiers running around and the shadows they brought up everywhere.

The cavalry reconnaissance team headed north in light clothes, and the weird crows that kept flying and accurately delivered the letter to Robb—both brought the same information: the army of ghouls had already reached ten miles north of the road before dark, according to the normal Speed, they will arrive at the temporary position they hastily built before midnight.

This northern army is lucky. What they are about to face is an enemy whose number has been weakened to one-tenth of its peak, and the magic power of the ghosts leading the team has almost been exhausted. , They are also about to become the first batch of human troops in this war-with no wildfire, no explosive bombs, no dragonsteel weapons, and no strong fortifications to fight the ghouls on flat ground.

In the afternoon, the troops of the Taoha family also came from the rear to join the army, and the total strength of the northern army reached [-].Spending the day relying on flimsy walls and barricades of freshly felled trees and shoveled snowdrifts, as well as a handful of incendiary weapons like dragonglass and kerosene pitch—that's all they have in their cards right now.

The enemy is what the scouts described... "a dense mass of dark tide."

The torches and oil lamps brought by the army were all taken out and lit without hesitation, and the light illuminated the entire defense line, but after all, it failed to penetrate the heavy snow and penetrate into the darkness outside the camp.The soldiers grabbed their bows and spears, stood behind the low wooden wall facing the north, and waited quietly for the final battle.

The nobles assembled and led the soldiers northward as soon as they received the order. Could it be that in the past two years they participated in the killing of lions in the Western Territory, the remnants of Renly Baratheon, the Reach, the Golden Group, and even not long ago? The elite who fought against the Ironborn.But at this moment, under the icy darkness, the stories told by the old people many years ago that can make children scream and children have nightmares continue to emerge before them: white ghosts in the woods, cold shadows, riding Huge spiders chase hot-blooded human hunters...

The fear buried deep in the soul surged up, no matter how brave and well-informed a warrior was, it was inevitable that he would shiver due to tension and cold.

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The ravens were the first to stir up. They fluttered their wings and roared wildly. Over time, they even began to hit the cages, looking crazy as if they wanted to tear down the cages and fly away. The administrator tried to appease them with minced meat and corn, but It was painful to be pecked across the cage and gloves, so I had to give up and let them toss.

Then came the dogs. Each family more or less habitually brought some war dogs for chasing and hunting to supplement their combat readiness. Among them, the hounds brought by the Bolton family from the Dreadfort were the most—they were just hunting dogs at first. They huddled their tails together and whimpered in fear, but soon became manic as if infected by the thumping ravens in the cage. Although it was not extreme enough to bite, they barked and barked like crazy, desperately trying to Break free from the rope and flee south.When the animal trainer dealt with the situation, he didn't even grab one of them, and let a few escape back with the dog leashes, and quickly disappeared into the night.

In the end, the dogs had to be chained to stakes driven deep into the permafrost to barely end their chaos.

But even when held firmly, the beasts growled and howled, rattling on their chains, causing the soldiers to curse.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the soldiers had to add kerosene and cover the falling snow to maintain the flames in the iron basin and on the torches. Some nobles who were impatient to wait began to question whether the ghouls went into the wolf forest and avoided it. their camp.After waiting in awe for an hour or two beyond expectations, the enemy finally appeared in the sentinel's field of vision.

Since there is no commanding height advantage of a solid wall, the oncoming sea of ​​ghouls is not a black tide in the eyes of the northern soldiers on the low sentry tower, but a thick black line, as if suddenly coming from the dark horizon in the distance. Conceived, kicking the snow and rushing towards them, from the sound of the siren to the close in sight, it took only a few minutes.

Crows, dogs barking, horses neighing, as well as the air-conditioning and low exclamations of the soldiers around them—all sounds seemed far away after being weakened by the heavy snow, but the next second, the loud voice of the frontline commander on the sentry tower The order brought everyone back to reality from the trance.

"The enemy has arrived." The voice as loud as a bell roared, "Draw the arrow, light the fire, and draw the bow!"

Hundreds of feathered arrows were pulled out from hundreds of quiveres, put on the flames and ignited the oilcloth wrapped around the front end, and were attached to hundreds of bowstrings.

"Oh my god... how many are there?"

"Don't talk nonsense, hold on tight and don't panic!" The Hong Zhong-like voice said again, "Okay, hold on...wait for my order...draw the bow!" Pulled to the ear, the bright light at the front made them completely unable to see the outside world, and they could only determine by feeling that those things were rushing towards the camp through the heavy snow across a low wall, and their arms trembled with fear and fighting spirit. "Wait a second!" The commander's voice emphasized again, and after the archers drew their bows for two seconds, finally—"Let it go!"

Hundreds of flaming feathered arrows swished out, flew over the low wall into the air, and then smashed into the tide of ghouls like falling stars, slowing down the enemy visibly with the naked eye.

"Light the fire again, take the bow! Let it go!"

There was another swishing sound of feathered arrows.

"Change the dragon crystal arrows! The infantry step forward, get ready!"

After two rounds of rockets, the Kuroshio surged to the wooden wall. The archers had no time to wait for the rockets to heat up, and finally began to use the small amount of obsidian weapons provided by the night watchman earlier.Under the attack, some of the ghouls poured in, some stumbled and fell, some burst into flames, but the huge advantage in numbers made them no need to worry about losses. After another round of dragon crystal arrow rain, the sea of ​​corpses finally Arriving at the low wall made of ice and wood, the roar began to really attack the defense line of the northern soldiers.

Due to the rush of time, it was impossible for the northern soldiers to build a strong and tall wall. They just nailed the newly felled trees into the frozen soil as much as possible, and then piled as much ice and snow as possible behind the wall as a support. .It is not so much a fence as it is a wooden fence, and outside this fence, the soldiers also cleared the snow layer according to the night watchman's instructions, and used demolished carriages, wooden barrels and even tent materials to pave a narrow fence. The isolation belt and poured fire oil.The dense rockets quickly ignited it to form a wall of raging flames, bringing a sense of security to the soldiers in the barracks.

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Relying on the combat guidance sent by the night watchman with the crow, Robb Stark also simply formulated tactics for his battle.

Spiked wooden piles and low walls have forcibly created favorable terrain on both sides of the King's Road in Yimapingchuan, which can delay the enemy's offensive. Archers can take the opportunity to throw arrows to kill the first batch, and a flame barrier can effectively kill Enemies who were blocked in groups outside the wall; the infantry was arranged behind the wall to harvest the enemies who rushed through the flames and climbed over the wall alive, while the cavalry and reserves patrolled back and forth with torches, ready to deal with any rushing through the defense line enemy.

Anyone with a discerning eye should be able to see it here: Robb is trying to replicate the mature tactics of the Night Watchman relying on the stronghold to resist the ghouls in this wilderness by the long lake.

There were no problems with their thinking and tactical arrangements, and the White Walkers, who were severely lacking in magic power, no longer cast spells to extinguish the flames like they attacked Houguan Town... But the insurmountable difficulty lies in: the flame isolation zone made of ordinary materials, in terms of firepower, scale and In terms of span, it can’t compare with the sea of ​​​​fire annihilation area carefully prepared by the night watchmen, and the single-layer low wall or wooden fence hastily built with wood, ice and snow is even more incomparable with the strongholds along the Great Wall. The high and thick walls made of earth are inferior, and the limited number of dragon crystal weapons is even worse.

A little bit here, a little bit there... What finally appeared in the battle was the difference in the overall effect of the world.

And what about their opponents?

Emotionless ghouls are not demoralized by repeated defeats, nor do they fear spikes, barricades, and flames when they are unconscious.The density and attack power of the remaining 1 ghouls lined up on the narrow front line is not intuitively different from that of 100 or 10 million: anyway, they are rushing up all over the mountains and plains.Under the controller's determination to fight to the death, the ghouls strung up the pickets with their fleshy bodies, filled up the low wall with corpses, and relied on you to press me and I to step on your weight and impact, and they were only delayed outside the low wall. In [-] minutes, they began to climb over or knock down the wooden fence in sections, and poured into the camp like walking on the ground.

The archers withdrew behind the shieldmen and spearmen, and continued to throw arrows to kill and wound the enemy, while Robb Stark, who personally supervised the battle, raised the torch in his hand-yelled at the soldiers: "Soldiers, come on! I fight to block these monsters, long live the North!"

"Long live the North!"

Amidst the shouts of mountains and tsunami, hundreds of soldiers formed shoulder to shoulder to meet the ghouls who squeezed through the spiked stakes, rushed through the flames, and toppled the fence.

"kill!"

"Damn it, why is there a bear? Where's the spear—help! Ah!"

The roar of the fighting, the screams of the injured and the muffled sound of weapons colliding with the flesh spread throughout the entire temporary camp in an instant.The participants in this battle are the elites of the North, led by Robb, the ever-victorious division that has run across the entire Westeros without a defeat, and the iron army that can still fight with momentum even in the face of an ambush.Even in the absence of sufficient dragonglass weapons, they devised and arranged alternative tactics: Shieldmen and spearmen fend off and contain the ghouls, while men with torches or dragonglass weapons kill them.