Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 189 The Attack Begins

Once the order is given, there is no chance of regretting it.

After Clay returned to the room prepared for him by the night watchman, he immediately summoned all the northern nobles who followed him.

These days, the level of science and technology is very high, and real-time communication is impossible on the battlefield. Therefore, in order to prevent the commander from losing contact with each unit at the beginning of the war and still achieve the goal of the war, the generals need to communicate with each other in advance. communicate.

When Clay called everyone into his room, he was assigning them combat tasks in advance, and the fight would start tomorrow to solve the problem in one battle.

A few thick candles were lit, illuminating the small room brightly. With his back against the bonfire, Clay tapped his fingers on the cold table, quietly waiting for everyone to arrive.

These are all his officers, and he has enough patience with these people. After all, the real battlefield command, one's own will, can only be implemented well by them, and it is unrealistic to expect soldiers to understand and implement it.

After all the people arrived, Clay pointed to the seat and motioned for the last person to sit down. After looking around, he smiled lightly and said:
"Everyone, the Great Wall of Desperation is a good place, right? To sleep tonight, you have to cover your pants tightly. Otherwise, it's hard to say whether your things can still be used when you wake up tomorrow morning."

The rough old men showed mysterious smiles, everyone was still very protective of their brothers, at the moment, the room was full of strange "hey" laughter, which aroused the thinking of the night watchman soldiers on duty at night.

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense, now, let's talk about what will happen tomorrow."

Clay suppressed his smile, and the officers who were familiar with Clay's temper also calmed down tactfully. They are familiar with their own commanders. When they relax, they can joke casually, but once they get serious, everyone must fight Spirit.

"Master Clay, are we sure we are going to fight?"

As Clay's deputy, Earl Glover knew a little more than the others, but he didn't know the specific situation outside the wall. Only Clay, the commander who made the decision, understood this key information.

"Yes, the savages closed the windows of the peace talks with their own hands, so we don't need to be polite to them. It has been decided. We will prepare tomorrow morning and send out scouts tonight, led by rangers who are familiar with the terrain, and go north to the Great Wall to observe their movements. camp."

"See blood?"

"Let me tell you one thing, all the savages who find our army's scouts will send them to the old gods with bows and long swords. Tonight's reconnaissance is very important, so cheer up. Do you understand?"

"I understand!"

All the legions in the room shouted in unison. They already understood that the young commander of his family had made up his mind to go to war, and calling them now was to prepare for the work before the battle.

They all knew in their hearts that when Clay Manderly fought, he always liked to maximize the suddenness of his own offensive. Whether it was the few battles to attack Lannister in the south, or the current battle to annihilate the wildlings, it was the same.

Just now they were asking "Do you see blood?", which actually meant whether to kill the other party's scouts. If they didn't plan to do it, then just expel them, and there was no need to go all out.

But if there is blood to be seen, it means that Clay Mandalay's purpose is very clear, to remove all the wildling's eyes placed on the periphery, which is the usual posture before a large-scale cavalry charge.

"Earl Glover, go down and make arrangements. There must be enough food for tomorrow morning to ensure the soldiers' physical strength. Also, at six o'clock tomorrow morning, the ice wall passage of Castle Black will be opened. As the vanguard, you will lead 1000 people out of the city first."

Clay continued to issue combat orders. The food in the barracks was different from the food before the battle. It was not a decapitated meal, but the physical exertion on the battlefield was very high, and sufficient energy must be replenished.

"After your troops go out first, immediately move to the northeast behind the hill. The night watchman rangers will take you to that position. After I leave the city with the main force, we will meet again."

"Okay, Lord Clay, I will finish it on time."

"Remember, silence, be quiet, and don't be discovered. The goal of your team is to intercept the wildlings' escape route."

Clay pointed to the detailed map laid out on the oak table. The Night's Watch had surveyed the terrain inside and outside the Great Wall for thousands of years. This map may be the most exquisite in the Seven Kingdoms.

His finger drew a line that deflected to the northeast along the position north of Castle Black, and continued:
"Don't join the frontal battlefield. I believe that 4000 people will be enough to disrupt them. There are cracks in the ice sheet to the northwest, and the terrain is rugged. As long as they have brains, they won't run in that direction."

Clay clicked on the northeast corner of the map, at the top of Stord's Horn, near the Shivering Sea, the largest fortress of the savages, and also the largest ruin, Harden.

"They won't cross the Antler River anymore. That way they will be close to what they call the Legion of the Dead. Therefore, they will definitely evacuate to the northeast. As for those who choose to run west, as long as there are not many people, just ignore them."

He raised his eyes, stared at Earl Glover who was staring at the map with breathless concentration, and gave the final order:

"It's really impossible to stop them, hold them back, you are lone wolves, the purpose is to make the prey bleed, slow down the speed of escape, and wait for the wolves to rush up to deliver a fatal blow."

"Remember, as many people as you can catch, we can eat as many people as possible. Wherever Mance Rayder is, we will chase him. We must smash him and let him see my banner. Can kneel."

"Frozen to death in the wasteland, or kneel under my banner, these are the only two choices."

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The night passed quickly, and no matter whether people fell asleep or not, time was still stubbornly flowing forward. Finally, it woke up the rising sun from the sea and shone in front of the gate of Castle Black.

It was already eight o'clock, and it took more than an hour for Earl Glover's 1000 men to go north out of the Great Wall and sneak towards the northeast. Now, Clay's main force was leaving the city.

War horses, leading well-equipped knights on horseback, walked out of the towering Great Wall with white smoke.

This time, Lord Commander Mormont led three hundred Night Watchmen to join the battle behind Clay, and Jon Snow was placed behind by Lord Commander Mormont as the temporary commander of Castle Black.

"Master Clay, in three more hours, the whole army will be able to leave the city. The forward [-] heavy armored knights have already completed their formation."

A messenger came to report to Clay. Clay is now stationed in front of the city gate, making eye contact with every soldier who leaves the city. Although this is a trivial matter in normal times, but on the battlefield, there is no little things.

The outlying scouts in the wildling camp had long been stunned by the interception troops that suddenly left the city last night. The fierce fighting all night had already made Mance Rayder completely blind to the Great Wall.

Due to its inefficient command system, the leader of the wildlings in charge of the scouts slept too much last night, and only found out about it this morning, and he didn't realize anything, so he swayed towards Mance Ray Go over there.

In the chaotic meeting, the savage leaders quarreled over the supplies and the next arrangement, some hoped for peace talks, and some blushed and wanted to attack the city, they spat at each other.

In this way, the quarrel continued until almost noon, and Mance Rayder, who had a huge head, finally had time to ask the sleepy wildling leader about the scouts.

After getting the answer, the wildling king, who was once a member of the night watchman and knew what a battlefield is in the south, turned ugly instantly.

Just as he was about to inquire carefully, he heard a loud commotion outside the tent, as well as the faint sound of horseshoes.

With a trembling in his heart, Mance Rayder had already rushed out of the tent while the other wildling leaders were stunned. However, it was already too late.

The heavily armored knights with the banners of direwolves and mermaids had already urged their horses with all their strength, and charged fiercely towards the camp.

These savages didn't expect the group charge of the cavalry they met at all, so they didn't even prepare for a repelling horse or pit that blocked the charge of the cavalry.

Therefore, the horseshoes splashed the broken snow, and the long sword was unsheathed.

Amid the shouts of "for the northern border, for Lord Clay", the forward [-] heavy armored cavalry rushed into the middle of the wildling's camp.

They don't need to work hard to slash with their swords. They have only one role, to rush forward and smash all the enemies in front of them.

Behind them, Clay's main force of 3000 and [-] cavalry formed a fan shape, lined up neatly, and charged towards the savage's camp. They were the main force to harvest life.

(End of this chapter)