Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 344 Evacuation, the door is wide open
Rarely, Commander-in-Chief Jeor Mormont was generous for a moment and ordered enough firewood to be lit to keep the hall of Night Watchman Castle Black warm enough.

In the past, in order to have enough reserves in the castle, this poor place was always freezing cold even indoors.

There was always a shortage of firewood, and the fire in the fireplace was always dim.

But now it was warm in the hall, and the fire in the fireplace was beating wildly.

It illuminated the faces of everyone in the hall who could still breathe.

This number is running out.

The Night Watch Legion was currently suffering heavy losses.

The death of more than two hundred people in the battle was a traumatic experience for Castle Black from every angle.

In high positions, those who could still speak in Castle Black gathered on that long table.

They were having a heated discussion.

About Castle Black, about the way out for the Night's Watch.

"We can't go on like this. We can't defend Castle Black."

The person who said these depressing words was the chief officer of the Night Watch, Bowen Marsh.

This guy is an experienced guy and can be regarded as the number two figure in the Night Watch.

Just like before, when Commander-in-Chief Jeor Mormont led his troops on an expedition, he was the acting Lord of Castle Black.

The status is quite high.

He is also a veteran warrior who has been fighting against the cold winds of the north for decades. This chief affairs officer knows one thing very well.

The Night Watch Legion could no longer bear the second battle like the one before.

After all, they no longer have such strength.

"Bowen, you mean, we have to abandon Castle Black?"

Alliser Thorne asked.

This is not a rhetorical question, nor is it sarcasm, it is just asking for the other person's opinion.

The tone is very calm.

As someone who has faced off against the Wild Hunt army, he is well aware of the strength of these enemies.

One-on-one may not be as good as their own, but they have a lot of power that they can't understand.

Those ferocious hounds that never seem to finish killing, the white snowflakes seeping into the bone marrow.

Together, these elements are constantly reminding the head coach of the Night Watch.

They should not continue to hold on here.

Now, they already know clearly that in the end, both Hearth City and Kaho City will be gone.

The Night's Watch had never thought that Castle Black's wooden wall to the south would be stronger than the towering stone walls of the two castles.

They have all been breached by these mysterious guys who came from afar.

If they continue to stay here, there is a high probability that they will follow in the footsteps of the first two castles.

Although everyone swore to be the strong shield of the kingdom and guard the country.

But this does not mean that they want to give away their lives at will.

They don't feel that cheap.

"You can't wait to die here, can you?"

Bowen Marcy made his stance clear.

Go, go now.

But where to go is another matter.

Everyone turned their attention to Commander-in-Chief Jeor Mormont.

The commander-in-chief looked tired.

The wind and snow on the Great Wall had already plowed him flat.

These two battles knocked away his pride.

He has always regarded guarding the Great Wall as his responsibility for the rest of his life.

But now, he knew better than anyone how empty the Wall, and especially Castle Black, was.

The overall number of troops has been reduced by nearly half, morale is low, and there are no strong defenses to rely on.

Therefore, this place cannot be defended at all.

He knew that everyone was waiting for his decision, but the elderly commander was really unwilling to issue an evacuation order.

This is different from other places and other armies.

This is the Great Wall, and they are the night watchmen.

As the kingdom's shield, they swore an oath to the gods beneath the weirwood trees to watch until death.

However, now they are retreating.

However, when he saw the injured young night watchmen sitting underneath, staring at him motionlessly with a look in their eyes that said they wanted to live.

His lips were trembling. No matter what, he could not give the order to let all the remaining 300 people be buried here.

I wonder how much Jeor Mormont thought about it.

But in the end, he still made his decision, although it was extremely difficult:
"In the name of the Commander-in-Chief of the Night's Watch Legion 997, boys, I order you to leave here and take the wounded, water, food, weapons, and horses with you."

"Leave here and go to the Nightfort. Our watch continues."

When the words fell, no one cheered.

But it was obvious that the expressions on everyone's faces were relaxed.

Jeor Mormont's words gave them hope of survival.

No need to die in this cold black castle.

Become a lonely ghost that no one cares about.

"In addition, I need the ten most savvy and capable people to go south from here."

"Inform Clay Manderly of everything here."

"He told us everything that was going to happen in advance, so the Night Watch Legion has an obligation to cooperate with him."

"Don't force it. Now, I hope that those who do this will raise your right hand."

At first, no one raised their hands.

For the night watchmen of Castle Black, the south is no longer the equivalent of safety and warmth.

After all, those enemies who cost them 200 lives came from the south.

Therefore, the commander-in-chief's proposal is actually choosing a dead soldier.

The message here must be passed on.

The ravens had certainly flown, but that wasn't enough.

Clay Manderly has moved his troops north.

The raven will only reach Winterfell, not Clay Manderly's army.

"I'll go."

After a long wait, Ser Alliser Thorne stood up.

His tone was very tired.

"Marado Locke, Jarman Bookwell..."

The coach of Castle Black directly named nine people.

Those whose names were called did not refuse.

They are the most skilled rangers.

"It's just us ten, we don't worry about others going."

Alliser Thorne gave a stiff smile.

Originally, he would not do this.

But this time, Jon Snow, whom he had always hated, was seriously injured trying to lead his army to save him.

After returning to Castle Black, he died on the bed not long after.

Perhaps the soul returns to the embrace of the old gods.

Maybe not.

Not important anymore.

The enemy is facing us, so come back alive with him.

But there are not a few who died due to excessive injuries.

Not many people care about a person's life or death.

If the living are not protected, how can we have the energy to worry about the dead?

Alliser Thorne suddenly felt that staying in Castle Black was not interesting at all.

It's better to go out and have a fierce fight with those enemies who don't know where they come from.

In death, he was worthy of the clothes and the oath he had found under the weirwood trees.

This was the end of his watch.

Alive, then, he's at least doing better than Jon Snow.

That's what he thought.

"Well, Allisa, I hope to get good news from you later."

Lord Commander Jeor Mormont also smiled reluctantly.

Then, he stood up and left here without looking back.

Now that you have made up your mind to leave, there are a lot of things you need to take away.

Moreover, the gate leading to the outside of the Great Wall must be sealed with something.

The commanders-in-chief of the Night's Watch throughout the ages happened to be those who believed in the legends beyond the wall the most.

Because it is better to believe that it exists than to believe that it does not exist.

In this position, they must shoulder this responsibility.There is not much time left for them.

……

The Wild Hunt army's tentative attack on Clay's army did not have a very good effect.

After the soldiers have been vaccinated.

The fear caused by the wild hunting dogs is far less intense than imagined.

The fear remains though.

But when the soldiers found out, they fell with a sword or a spear.

These look like monsters with snarling teeth and claws.

They will scream, struggle, bleed, and die.

The fear dissipated unconsciously.

In the end, killing the Wild Hunting Dog is, to them, vaguely equivalent to killing a larger dog.

As a result, the Wild Hunt Army's hound formula went bankrupt.

Under the advance of eight thousand troops, they were unable to delay.

Clay's troops successfully pushed across Long Lake.

The Wild Hunting army, which had paid a considerable price, retreated angrily after throwing down the corpses of hounds.

They tried to open a portal within the opponent's military formation for a sneak attack.

But they found that this army seemed to be well prepared.

No matter where they force it.

It does not fail because of lack of position.

It's like being hacked to death with random swords in person.

In the following days, Clay's troops were never attacked on a large scale.

Until they advanced to Mole Village, which was already in ruins.

The forward reported that a large group of Wild Hunt soldiers were searching for something in Mole Village.

Moreover, it seems that he does not know that his side has arrived.

Clay made a prompt decision and immediately sent Earl Jon Amber to lead the forward cavalry to launch a surprise attack on these Wild Hunt soldiers.

He was well aware that the Wild Hunt's war potential was very limited.

I am powerless to prevent them from coming into this world.

The only way is to destroy the opponent's vitality.

Invasion will naturally cease to exist.

"Remember, killing counts counts, don't think about expelling them. After the war, I will count their heads."

Clay said to Jon Umber.

The latter nodded immediately.

In terms of hatred, this person ranks second in the North, behind Count Rickard Karstark, who is still in the dark, but once he knows, his hatred value will definitely be full.

After a while, the cavalry were ready.

Under the command of Jon Amber, they pounced on the Wild Hunt army in Mole Village.

Until the sound of horse hooves woke up these Wild Hunt soldiers who were concentrating on searching for the remaining enemies and did not pay attention to the outside world.

Only then did they realize that they were surrounded by the indigenous people here.

Stand high and take a look.

The black iron cavalry surged towards them like a tide.

This is not something that a hundred or so of them can withstand.

So, these guys immediately asked their navigators to open the portal.

This is the lesson they learned from fighting the Night Watch army during this period of time.

In this world, fighting a positional war with the natives is courting death.

They have to play to their strengths.

……

Wait until Clay's horse's hooves step into the ruins of Mole Village.

With a regretful expression on his face, Jon Amber dismounted and stood at the entrance of the village to welcome the king's arrival.

"Earl, it seems that your gains do not make you happy."

Clay's tone was flat.

"Alas... these... things, they can actually escape in a way that is difficult for me to understand."

Some recent events have completely reshaped the outlook of the last Earl of Hearth City.

He realizes that there are things about this world that he doesn't know.

It's just too much.

"I chased them desperately, and before the last group escaped, I caught up and killed a few of them. Oh, by the way, I also captured a guy who could... open a light door and let those guys leave."

Clay raised an eyebrow.

Did you catch a navigator?

This was indeed beyond his expectation.

"Take a good look at this guy. Go and pick out the tendons of his limbs. I must not let him escape."

Clay said.

He didn't have time to interrogate this guy now.

But once the problem here is solved, he will have considerable time to get to know his enemy carefully.

This is a good breakthrough.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Jon Umber agreed.

Even if Clay didn't mention it, he would do it.

He has long been itching to hate these guys who reduced his territory to rubble.

Don't ask him how he knew it was a ruin.

Seeing the appearance in front of him, he knew what kind of virtue his own territory was now.

"Your Majesty, these guys are here to search for a group of remnants of the Night Watch hiding here."

"We've got them all out."

"The leader is a knight named Alliser Thorne."

Jon Amber said.

"Your Majesty, if you want to see him, come with me. His condition...may not be very good."

……

Beric Dondarrion chose to use a duel to decide whether to surrender.

To tell the truth, except to give no excuse.

There is still a little bit of the idea of ​​​​displaying things in it.

Caught in the middle, he didn't want to bow to either side.

There is no choice but to use this form, which is extremely sacred in Westeros and can be recognized by all parties.

Oberyn Martell gladly accepted the request.

At the same time, he also ordered the guards to replace the spear filled with poison.

He still liked Beric Dondarrion very much.

Wouldn't it be a pity if he died under his own spear like this?
The Prince of Dorne is extremely confident in his martial arts.

Moreover, he is also a person who loves talents.

This time, the Martell family is about to become a decisive force on the stage of Westeros in the future.

There is no support outside of Dorne itself.

Later, when facing Clay Manderly and Daenerys Targaryen, you can't speak too loudly.

As for the result of the competition between the two people...

Obviously, Oberyn Martell's confidence is not groundless.

A spear of the same style as the family flag is in his hand.

Sometimes he is as cunning as a poisonous snake.

Sometimes he is as domineering as an angry dragon pounces.

Beric Dondarrion was wearing heavy armor, and the sword in his hand was extremely sharp.

But facing such an enemy, it is still difficult to resist.

Soon, Oberon found an opportunity and made several non-fatal openings.

In the end, Beric Dondarrion abandoned his sword and surrendered.

It also means that Blackport City, controlled by the Dondarrion family, has changed its banner and completely become the forward base for Dorne's army.

The people in the city supported the family leader's decision.

Because in their view, this does have unquestionable sanctity.

Once Blackport City is lost, it will be a big problem for the Storm Land.

The Dornish army has a smooth journey here and there.

For Renly, it was a wide open door.

Beyond Summerhall, Oberon's army could penetrate right into Renly's heart.

This can be fatal.

Just
(End of this chapter)