Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 190 The Death of Mance Rayder
On the real battlefield, there are very few so-called unrelenting armies. Everyone carries one head on two shoulders. When the threat of death is in front of them, the first reaction must be, run!

An army with a little training and a common pursuit may be stronger, but its strength is limited. If it is Mance Rayder's gang, the daily fight is a rabble of dozens of people.

Therefore, this battlefield became very interesting, because most of the savages fled towards the rear of Mance Rayder's camp screaming in terror, while a small number of unconscious ones could not even hold it. What is called a weapon roars to resist.

The problem is that these are not the people that are really needed on the battlefield. The army is a sophisticated machine, and what is needed is the kind of soldiers who fear death but have the courage to gather together to face the enemy. Ray, did not see such a person.

The northern cavalry came over like a mountain, and where the horseshoes stepped, all the slow-running savages, after leaving a bright red color on the white snow, would become corpses on the ground that gradually lost their temperature.

There is no resistance, to be precise, there is resistance, but it is all ineffective. In the confrontation between these two armies, individual bravery is smaller than a grain of sand in the sea.

You can growl, you can roar, you can wield the best weapon you think you want, you can curse your enemies, you can curse the opponents who charge towards you, you can do everything you can, but...

This does not prevent the horse from charging. The knight in iron armor, on the horseback, with the help of the high-speed movement of the horse, lightly swung the steel sword in his hand who does not know how many times better than your weapon, and then swiped lightly. your neck.

Pain, severe, heart-piercing pain, the blood spurting out of the heart, flying in the air, in the cold world, bringing up a white mist, but that's all, no one cares about your last moment before you die talking about something.

Because you are too weak to be remembered by your opponents, and being weak is the most shameful sin in this world.

"Master Clay, the wildlings' first, uh... line of defense, has been breached by us, and a large number of wildlings have begun to flee. They are simply vulnerable."

The soldiers who came to report the report carefully considered the appropriate vocabulary, and reported to their commander that this seemed like a child's play to him.

Clay said nothing, and asked:
"How about the offensive of the left and right armies? If we go down with a pair of big pliers, if we don't unscrew a large piece of meat, people will look down on us."

"It went very well. The troops led by the two adults have already cut into their rear from the east and west directions. According to the information they reported back, most of them are old people and children who have no combat effectiveness."

The scouts didn't mention women, and Clay understood what that meant. It seemed that Mance Rayder had indeed given a stick to every woman as a so-called spearwife.

After thinking about it, Clay nodded and gave an order:
"Take my order to the army and tell them that men only need to resist and let go of killing without mercy. I will resist all the sins brought about by killing. If it is a woman, try not to kill. Of course, it is in the The premise is to ensure the safety of our soldiers' lives."

"If you are stubborn, don't feel pity. I don't hope that after they come back, there will be no blood on the sword and the edge of the sword will not be blunt."

"Your will! Lord Clay!"

The scout agreed, and after giving a military salute, he immediately galloped forward. In this army, Clay's order was like an oracle, which could not be violated.

Following behind Crema, Lord Commander Mormont, who had been observing the battle, waited until the scout disappeared, and asked aloud:
"Clay, why did you keep the woman? I noticed that you didn't distinguish between old people and children at all, only the gender. Can you clear up the confusion for me, an old man? Young general."

Clay glanced back at the commander-in-chief of the night watchman who was dressed in pitch black. The old guy sent 300 troops this time, which was almost all the main force that could move the castle, and it was a waste of money.

Moreover, the previous scouts who cleared the war and the topographic map outside the Great Wall are also free help provided by these people. In view of this, Clay reluctantly answered Commander Mormont's question:

"Commander-in-Chief, what do you think if you were in my position, how would you deal with these doomed savages?"

Regarding this question, Commander-in-Chief Mormont actually thought about it a long time ago. After all, he deals with these savages every day. He replied:
"If they want to live, they must lay down their arms and swear allegiance to His Majesty Robb Stark. After that, I will temporarily arrange them in the land-grant and guard them first."

Clay nodded, his pupils reflected the snowflakes all over the sky, and said in a low voice:

"and then?"

"Then I will transfer them to various places in the northern border in batches, coordinate with His Majesty Rob, and give them land so that they can gradually adapt to the lives of ordinary northern citizens."

Commander-in-Chief Mormont's method cannot be said to be wrong, at least in terms of thinking, but it is somewhat idealistic. The wild people have survived for such a long time outside the Great Wall, relying on catches, fruits, and prey to survive. It is impossible to carry out large-scale agricultural planting.

Give them farm tools, allocate them a piece of wasteland, and then forget it?

Expecting them to turn barren hills into fertile fields with a pickaxe is simply the habitual thinking of someone like Lord Commander Mormont, who was born a nobleman and doesn't actually know the underlying situation.

According to this method of development, the final result must be that these savages cannot live on the land, and then they are forced to live on their own initiative, abandon the land, and start a zero-yuan purchase business again.

At that time, Clay will be able to sit in White Harbor and watch a high-quality work about bandit suppression staged in the entire northern border.

Commander-in-Chief Mormont stopped talking because he realized that his plan might not be bought by the commander of the army in front of him. Although he thought his plan was the most reasonable in his heart, he had no choice but to ask Ke Ray thought.

And Clay's answer is very simple, summed up in one sentence:

He wants to make the wildlings completely disappear from the land of Westeros.And the easiest way to destroy a nation is to kill most of the men of this nation and snatch all their women.

When the women of this nation give birth to the men of the new nation, the original nation can be declared extinct in a macro concept, because there are no newborns who will carry out the self-identification of that nation.

Yes, Clay never planned to let these savages go from the very beginning. He is not the Holy Mother, and he will not let the savages in, and finally retaliate against his own stupidity. For him, a great nobleman, the best way is to let the savages It has since ceased to exist.

The entire White Harbor and the Twin Rivers area, after the war, the population will inevitably decrease, the stability and war support (crossed out), and the people's hearts will also be unstable. That's easy, I will send you women.

Who is bachelor?Come, come, as long as you support my Mandalay family and dare to fight for my Mandalay family, I will send you a woman when you go back, and I promise to give you a child.

Don't think that all the people who die in war are men. In fact, the death rate of old and weak women and children who have no self-protection ability is much higher than that of adult men, unless it is a country that has no brains to send troops to die.

"Master Clay, maybe the savages really disobeyed the gods, and that's why they let you deal with them. Well, a thorough bloodshed may be better than continuous, endless bloodshed."

Commander-in-Chief Mormont was silent for a long time, snowflakes had covered his gray eyebrows but he didn't know it at all. In the end, he uttered such a sentence faintly, looked at Clay, not knowing what to say.

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The fate of the wildlings was already sealed after their scouts were wiped out. The central camp where Mance Rayder was located only resisted for about 10 minutes before being crushed by the heavy cavalry who had already rushed through the round. .

Mance Rayder was knocked into the air by the horse, fell to the ground and coughed blood, he actually wanted to say something, but these red-eyed northern cavalry didn't take it into consideration at all, so, the king of wildlings, now became It became a puddle of ooze in the snow.

Fortunately, a "loyal" subordinate confessed the identity of Mance Rayder, otherwise, he would have been abandoned in the snow, and together with his dead people, frozen in the snow forever.

Oh, no, when the White Walker comes, there is a high probability that he will become a member of the ghoul army, and then, he will be shot through by a dragon crystal arrow shot from nowhere, and then become a complete corpse .

Who remembers who he is, Mance Rayder?The savage no longer exists, who will he be king for?
After the weak Mance Rayder was sent to kneel in front of Crema, Clay glanced at the "King of the Savages" who looked like an ordinary middle-aged man, not even interested in talking, and waved his hand directly:
"Drag it on, just kill it."

"No, no... you... I am Mance Rayder, the king of the wildlings you have been looking for, we are free people, why do you judge me?!"

Clay glanced at him and signaled the soldiers to stop. He got off his horse and came to Mance Rayder.

He drew the long sword from his waist.

"Remember my name and tell your god, of course I can judge you, former night watchman, I, Clay of the Manderly family, in my name, sentence you to death as a deserter."

The long sword swung down, and the head flew up.

That's how Eddard Stark killed the deserters of the Night's Watch, and today, Clay did the same thing.

"It's treason...Mance Rayder."

Clay looked at his head and said softly.

(End of this chapter)