Game of Thrones: Winter Dragon Lord

Chapter 175 Battle on the Great Wall
They will choose to come at night, when the indigo sky gradually turns into black ink, and the stars gradually reveal themselves.

The night watchman's horn sounded, and it blew twice.

One sound represents the return of the brothers, two represents the approaching wildlings, and three represents the arrival of the White Walkers.

Jon struggled to get out of bed, he had a nightmare.

He had personally cremated Ygritte a day earlier, remembering that was her wish.
He looked at the Wall from the King's Tower, and Mance Rayder came at last, and the raven they sent still did not answer.

Those vassals in the south seem to be addicted to the struggle for power and have completely forgotten about the night watchman.

Even his father, Jon felt a little sad when he thought about it.

He turned his eyes to the King's Road in the south. Although he couldn't see it from here, he knew that Winterfell was there. He would come, he would come.

Although the leg is still hurting, it is numb and he can walk around.

Brothers of the Night's Watch poured out of the tower, armed with weapons, and gathered in the iron cage at the corner of the wall. Pulling the iron cage through the winch, they could climb the seven hundred feet of the ice wall.

Jon looked for several of his friends among the night watchmen, Pip, Grenn and Vigil.He didn't find them until he walked under the iron cage on crutches.

An iron cage can only hold ten people at a time, and they can only wait while the iron cage goes up.

The sound of the wind was unusually harsh. He remembered that when he first arrived at the Great Wall, he didn't understand why Cole said that the most deadly thing on the Great Wall was the wind.

Later at night he climbed up to the Great Wall to patrol, and only then did he realize that the gust of wind that roared like a giant beast could hurt people just like a sword.

Standing in the iron cage, he slowly climbed up with the ten night watchman brothers. The higher he went, the louder the wind would be.

"It's really cold today!" A brother scolded. He was a new night watchman and a prisoner sent from Storm's End.

Jon was used to working with this kind of weather. Compared with the cold wind, he thought that something in the dark made him feel more chilled to the bone.

The Wild King once told him that ring walls, stakes, and swords mean nothing when the dead haunt them.A man cannot fight the dead, Jon Snow, and no one knows that better than I.

When he climbed to the top of the Great Wall, what caught his eyes was the flames burning on the steel basin, as well as bunches of arrows, crossbows, spears, rocks and asphalt barrels.

Instructor Rodrik of Winterfell taught them that when defending the castle, this kind of wooden barrel filled with pitch and lamp oil can burn the enemy to cry.He looked at the flames of the steel basin that swayed with the cold wind, wondering if the flames of the asphalt bucket could block the wildlings.

To make them appear more numerous, the Night's Watch filled the Wall with scarecrows in black cloaks.

The endless night in the north of the Great Wall, like countless black hands, shrouded their eyes. In addition to the darkness, Xue Nuo also saw the dots of fire. With the light of the fire, he saw a huge shadow .

That monster had curved tusks and was several times the size of a horse.

Boom!

He heard the sound of giant catapults hurling pitch pods that lit up the night.

With this light, Jon saw the herd of mammoths clearly, many, ten, fifty, a hundred! ! !

He saw the wildlings begin to flood in, their horns answering the crows on the Wall, their attack coming.

"The gate! Their goal is the gate!" The wildlings had no intention of scaling the seven hundred-foot wall.

Only a fool would think of storming the tallest wall in the Seven Kingdoms, and Mance Rayder was no fool.

They set fire to the jars of oil and threw them down the wall, pushing down the boulders at the same time.

These savages kept coming to the city wall like ants.

The city gate is a curved tunnel cut in the ice wall, the space is narrow, barely enough for a horse to pass through.

The pitch-black night made it impossible for them to see where the enemy was, but the occasional flashes of flames reflected shadows, reminding them that there were many enemies.

"Jon, before I come back, the Great Wall is yours." Master Noy told Snow.

He handed over the command of the Great Wall to himself?
"Yes." He reluctantly agreed.

The blacksmith chose a few people to go down the city gate with him. Vigil silently followed behind him, but shouted loudly at the weapon master, "Why are you following behind, you idiot!"

Vigil opened his mouth slightly, but Master Noy said again, "You're too short, don't get in the way."

The master blacksmith took away two good bowmen and two spearmen.

The guards on the Great Wall poured arrows into the boundless night.

Until dawn, the sky was still gloomy, and they were finally able to see clearly the appearance of the wildling army from a little light. The cavalry and giants, wolf spirits and skinchangers, the wildlings all gathered here.

"I didn't know there were so many of them," Satin said.

Hundreds of mammoths, and giants with clubs, mallets or boulder axes on their backs.More giants ran beside, pushing a great tree trunk mounted on wooden wheels, the front of which was honed to a point.

"What should we do? How should we deal with them?" Someone asked desperately.

"The Wall will stop them," Jon heard himself say.He turned to everyone, raising his voice, "The Great Wall will stop them, and the Great Wall will protect itself."

He heard several of his partners echoing his words, although the words were extremely weak, but he had to say so.Any frustrating words from now on may cause their morale to collapse.

The bows and arrows of the savages couldn't shoot at all, and their rough skills couldn't make a good bow at all. After those arrows shot into the air, they fell back weakly.

They condescendingly threw all kinds of weapons to the wildlings, and when Xue Nuo walked down the Great Wall because of a leg injury, the bachelor told him that the master blacksmith had died.

He saw Vigil weeping, and Snow's heart sank.

The ensuing battle continued unabated, and the flames of battle resounded day and night in every corner of Castle Black.

"They sent more wildlings?" cried Satin, a Night's Watch recruit whose name came from the brothel where he had grown up.

The recruit was pretty as a woman, young and just beginning to grow a beard.

Who is going to guard the city gate? Xue Nuo looked at his feet and couldn't help biting his lip.

Dudu Dudu! ! !
A loud horn resounded through the heavens and the earth. This strange horn came neither from the night watchman nor from the wildlings.

It was a familiar voice, Snow thought.

"Look at that!" Satin's voice came again, and he pointed to the south of the Great Wall.

Xue Nuo turned his head, and what caught his eyes were silver-gray iceland wolves flying around.

(End of this chapter)