Game of Thrones: Digger of the Dreadfort

"Miss Wilfield!" He knelt down on one knee. "Lannister gathered hundreds of people under the city gate! They also brought battering rams. It seems they are preparing to attack the city gate..."

Come again, the Lannister's previous battering ram has been reduced to ashes by "wildfire".

In just two days, they built a thicker, longer, and more powerful battering ram.

When Wilfield arrived near the city gate, she could already hear the roar of the iron wooden door being hit.

In front of the city gate, the Lannister army swarmed up, pushing a huge iron-headed black oak battering ram, and kept hitting the iron wooden door...

Again and again, each one heavier than the last.

It's like a giant man who is nine feet tall and violent to a weak and pitiful little girl who is less than five feet tall.

The huge iron-clad wooden door creaked, like the painful wail of a weak girl...

Wilfield looked around. This was the place where the Lannister was in close combat. There were no women, only male defenders.

Most of them were wounded soldiers, and many of them were not injured, just out of strength.

Although the defenders firmly occupied the terrain advantage, their numbers were too few.

The number of Lannister troops attacking the city was more than ten times theirs...

"Everyone, we must guard the city gate! Who is willing to lead the soldiers to defend there?"

Wilfield asked.

There was a dead silence and no one responded.

At this time, a knight stepped forward. The blood on his face was shining red, but his eyes were pale.

He inserted the long sword into the ground, leaned on the hilt, and swayed:

"Miss Wilfield, our casualties are too great, the enemy's bows and arrows are too fierce, the swords are too sharp, the horses neigh like humans, and the humans scream like horses - I have lost most of my men, I cannot bury everyone in this here……"

He is afraid!

As Domeric once said to her in bed:

Fear is worse than the sword!

Wilfield knew this wouldn't work.

Fear has shaken the morale of the army. If no one comes forward, everyone will be timid...

The situation on the entire battlefield will collapse in the worst direction!

There was another huge crash.

How long can the city gate hold up?

Nobody knows!

Wilfield felt that she was facing the biggest test at this moment.

"Very good. Since no one stands up, I have no choice but to lead the soldiers to defend the city gate myself."

How crazy!

But it was better to go crazy than fail, she thought.

Failure means disgrace and even death!

The surrounding knights and soldiers remained silent.

"Miss you?" the knight asked.

Wilfield saw the doubt and disbelief on the knight's face and everyone else's faces. She pretended to be relaxed and said: "Yes, me."

"Miss Wilfield, it is true that your command ability is not bad, but your thin body alone cannot fight against the Lannister..."

The knight leaned on the long sword that was full of gaps and stained with blood, looking at her with wide pale eyes.

Wilfield said loudly regardless, "Who wants to come with me!?"

Only a few people responded, no more than 20 people.

Most people chose to remain silent, their pale eyes no different from that of the knight.

"Even though I'm a woman!"

Wilfield showed an extremely sarcastic smile. At this moment, she seemed to have exerted her charm to the limit:

"But what do you men have more than me? Just a dick? That's really sad!"

These words greatly humiliated everyone present.

A knight joined the group without a helmet, and two soldiers followed suit without a word.

More and more people gathered around Wilfield.

During this time, the gate of Riverrun shook again.

After a while, Wilfield's team doubled.

She trapped them with words.

When I go to the battlefield, you have to follow me, otherwise you will consider yourself inferior to women.

A woman who doesn’t even have a dick!

…………

Wilfield's team formed a line of defense, blocking the city gate, with her in the middle as the coordinator.

A high platform has been built near the city gate with sacks filled with sand and gravel.

So that after the city is broken, the defenders can face the enemy in a condescending manner.

The iron wooden door creaked, and even if it collapsed the next moment, it would not be surprising.

Wilfield could smell the pungent smell outside the door, mixed with the stench of sweat and vomit. The most unbearable thing was the choking blood, blood, blood...

Soon, there was a loud "bang".

The heavy city gate covered with iron and wood was knocked open with a huge gap.

Lannister soldiers filed out of the gap.

They cheered and rushed in through the narrow gap, but what greeted them were countless steel spears and swords...

"Prepare the spear." Wilfield ordered.

The next moment, "Puff, puff, puff~~"

Like a stranger's kiss, the dull sound of spears piercing the body is endless...

Wilfield couldn't help but think of a word called "waiting for the rabbit".

This is what Domeric told her, saying that a farmer was waiting for a rabbit to hit the tree stump next to the field.

It’s such an appropriate word to describe the scene in front of me!

But they were not farmers, but tree stumps upon which the rabbits had crashed.

The ground was wet and slippery, half mud and half blood. Some Lannister soldiers felt the danger as soon as they rushed in and wanted to avoid it, but the companions behind them spared no effort to push him to the tip of the spear.

"Pfft!"

He was pierced by dozens of spears, as if he had been pierced into a hedgehog.

As long as someone appears in the gap of the city gate, he will stab him with a spear immediately.

In less than ten minutes, five or sixty Lannister soldiers died in this gap!

The Lannister soldiers who were lucky enough to pass through the gap under the spear attack were also besieged by everyone.

Wherever the sword struck, hands were broken and heads were broken, and shields were shattered!

Suddenly, the city gate became a dividing line between life and death...

The splattered blood splashed onto Wilfield's face, warm and bloody.

At this moment, the originally arrogant Lannister soldiers became so small and frightened, like pigs waiting to be slaughtered on the butcher's chopping board.

Wilfield thought to herself: This is the charm of war!

Domeric once said to her:

Sometimes I don’t know whether this world is real or illusory. Only on the battlefield can I feel that my life really exists...

You can't feel the pain of the wound, the weight of the armor, or the sweat dripping into your eyes.

In fact, you no longer feel, you no longer think, you are no longer yourself, there is only fighting, only the opponent.

One, and the next, and the next.

They are tired and scared, but you are full of energy.

Even though death is around you, why are you afraid of their slow swords, dancing and singing, laughing loudly...

Wilfield never thought that one day she would personally experience the feeling Domeric mentioned...

It seems a bit wonderful, and people can't help but immerse themselves in it.

…………

The city gate is guarded!

The Lannisters are on the run.

They gave up attacking the city gate!

While Wilfield was secretly rejoicing,

A shrill horn sounded together.

Heavily armed Lannister soldiers filed down from one side of the city wall.

Why so many?

Where did it come from?

Wilfield opened her eyes wide and followed them to the city wall through the smoke and firelight.

On the wall on one side of Riverrun, small boats supported large ships, tightly connected to each other, like a bridge across the chasm.

Lannisters jumped from deck to deck, scaling the walls.