Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

"Who is the Pig Pen Girl?"

The girl said angrily. She raised her head and the firelight shone on her young face.

"Oh?"

Wilfield took a sip of wine, "It turns out to be Miss Arya, why are you here? Didn't I hear that you have been catching cats in the countryside?"

"I heard that Riverrun was being attacked, so I ran back!

I just helped defend the city at the top of the city and killed more than ten Lannister soldiers in a row. Arya said with a proud tone.

"Are you so brave?" Wilfield was quite surprised. She had heard about this girl's superb swordsmanship from Domeric, but she didn't expect it to be so powerful!

Arya proudly held up the non-existent granary:

"Because Sir Domeric personally taught me swordsmanship, and I am his proud disciple..."

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“Ladies, I have to remind you that now is not the time for small talk.

Although we have temporarily disrupted the Lannister attack, the 'Kingslayer' will not give up. "

The old knight Sir Desmond walked in again at some point and interrupted the conversation of several people:

"And our defenders suffered serious losses in the daytime battle. There are insufficient manpower on the city and they cannot rest at all. If the Lannister takes the opportunity to launch a night attack, the consequences will be disastrous..."

"Who said we don't have enough manpower!"

Wilfield pointed to the people gathered together below. Most of them were noble women, accompanied by servants and maids. .

Their men set out to fight Tywin Lannister at the Golden Tooth, and they should have awaited victory with joy.

However, this bad news ushered in!

"The sword is not only a weapon for men, but also for women."

Wilfield spoke concisely and concisely.

"But women are not as brave as men," Sansa said with a pale face. "I'm afraid no one dares to ride out and face swords and axes..."

"I don't expect these hens to ride on horses and fight the Lannister soldiers, but standing on the wall and throwing clay pots down will always work, right? Even if it doesn't work, you can also throw a few spears, maybe they can be stabbed Hit a few Lannister soldiers..."

Wilfield's narrow eyes narrowed, with a smile on her face.

"I can kill a Lannister with a rapier!" Arya was afraid that no one would notice her.

"Miss Arya is a special case." Wilfield shrugged helplessly.

"If it comes to this, I am willing to put on armor and fight to protect myself!" Sansa seemed to have made some determination.

"It's very good!" Wilfield raised the glass and took a big sip.

Then he poured Sansa a large glass.

"Hopefully it gives you the courage to face the battle ahead."

Sansa raised the cup to her lips and took a sip.

The wine was cloyingly sweet and very strong.

"You did a great job," said Wilfield. "Do it in one go, Sansa, and you will transform from a girl to a real woman."

Sansa almost choked, but she managed to finish the glass. After the sticky and sweet wine, her head began to feel dizzy: "But I am already a woman..."

"I mean the heart, the heart of a woman, not the heart of a girl."

Wilfield stretched out her hand and gently placed her white fingers on Sansa...

Then she stood up and said to the women and children in the church: "Ladies!"

Wilfield stood on the high platform and shouted loudly, "You should all know what is happening outside the city. The Lannister is attacking the city! If you want to avoid unbearable insults and injuries, come with me to defend the city. !”

The women suddenly exclaimed!

Some are scared, some are screaming, some are questioning...

"I would rather face billions of swords than stand here helplessly, pretending to be happy to be with these frightened hens." Wilfield covered her face silently and whispered to Sansa beside her.

Wilfield stopped the women's riot and finally organized a group of women.

They were the wives of lords or knights, grizzled old servants, worried young women, maids, and wet nurses, more than 300 of them.

"As long as you can take up arms, you should fight for your dignity."

Wilfield drank all the wine in the glass.

Sansa rushed to refill her glass, but she turned the glass over and shook her head:

"That's enough, we need to stay awake tonight."

Old Sir Desmond hurried in again to report on the battle situation.

"Miss Wilfield," he said solemnly, "Lannister troops gathered below the city, and more enemies were preparing to scale the wall. The city gate was also attacked, and they also carried a battering ram. "

"Well, it seems that the 'Kingslayer' is more anxious than us."

After a long while, Wilfield raised a finger and said calmly, "Let's go now!"

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At the foot of River Run City.

Under the attack of the "wildfire" clay pot, the dry artificial ditch under the city wall had long been turned into a sea of ​​flames.

But sooner or later these green fires containing magical power will burn out.

Wilfield saw a dark figure under the charred city wall.

The Lannister soldiers below the city formed several square formations.

Wilfield estimated that there were more than 1000 to [-] people.

But it may take a while to wait for these Lannisters to attack the city again - even the bravest people will feel panic when they see those around them being devoured by wildfire.

"Wildfire" is a substance that burns so hot that flesh will melt like grease.

Even so... Wilfield has no illusions about the people on her side.

The guards at Riverrun were okay, but the women who had been organized temporarily around them were a bit worrying.

As long as the momentum is not good, they will immediately collapse and run away, so the only way to win is to ensure that they have the upper hand from the beginning to the end of the battle.

"Lady Arya, can you deal with those who have scaled the walls?"

"No problem, I guarantee that no living person can climb the wall I defend!" Arya assured, patting her flat chest.

Wilfield then said to a noble woman, "Convey an order to Sir Desmond for me and ask him to turn the trebuchet 45 degrees to the west. Although it is not enough to block the city wall, it can at least throw it farther..."

"Miss Wilfield, what tasks have you assigned me?"

Sansa asked impatiently. She also put on a suit of armor with a skinned man tattooed on it, but without a helmet. The girl was undoubtedly choked by the heavy helmet...

Wilfield's expression was very annoyed.

At this moment, the last thing she wanted to see was a stray arrow stabbing Sansa in the head.

In that case, it would be really difficult for her to explain to Domeric!

Wilfield placed a helmet heavily on the girl's forehead with a bang.

"Don't take off your helmet, Sansa. You don't want to get a few more holes in your forehead. If you really have nothing to do, come and instruct those women to throw 'wildfire' pots under the city wall. When someone climbs the wall Caitou, remember not to let those things stick to yourself."

"Yes!" Sansa hurried away happily.

The 11-year-old squire Ferdo followed her, and Wilfield fiercely lifted the boy's collar: "No matter what happens, keep her safe. If Sansa has an emergency, what fate awaits you, understand." ?”

"Yes, Miss Wilfield, I swear to protect Miss Sansa."

Ferdo's green face showed an abnormal blush...

Chapter 253 The situation takes a turn for the worse, check your body

Perhaps it was women going to the battlefield that inspired men's passion.

Relying on more than 300 women and less than a hundred defenders.

For two days in a row, Riverrun barely managed to hold on despite repeated Lannister attacks.

Of course, this is due to the large amount of food, grass and military supplies stored in the castle.

Even the maid, wet nurse, and pigpen girl all have a complete set of knight armor.

Many women don't even know how to swing a sword, so they simply hold the hilt and throw it under the city wall. If they are lucky, they might be able to slit the throat of an unfortunate Lannister...

As for "wildfire", it is even more inexhaustible.

A large number of "Wildfire" pottery jars transported from King's Landing happened to be stored here and did not have time to be transported to the Golden Teeth Castle.

Now, under Sansa's command, they throw themselves at the enemy desperately.

If Domi knew how quickly his fiancée threw clay pots, he would probably jump out of bed in distress.

But Wilfield knew that defending Riverrun was the top priority right now, and wasting a little "wildfire" was nothing.

Once the castle fell, it would be a trivial matter for these women to be insulted. After all, it would be over after all.

If the large amount of grain, grass and military supplies stored in the castle for the Western Expedition army were burned, the war under the Golden Tooth City would definitely be affected, and the [-]-strong army would probably have to return without success.

The prestige of Domeric, the young "Hand of the King", will undoubtedly be greatly reduced.

What would a great defeat bring to the Three Realms Alliance?

Criticize each other and fall apart?

can not imagine!

Wilfield obviously didn't want to see that situation, and didn't even dare to think about it...

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The third day of the siege.

The Lannister offensive became more and more fierce, and Wilfield kept commanding from the top of the city. His voice was hoarse just by shouting, and he was so tired that he couldn't stand it anymore.

At this time, a knight climbed up the stone steps panting.