Chapter 242
2021-01-06
Chapter 242 Bloody Battle Against the Wall"Ser Jaime...the hanging gate...was brought down! "
"I see it!" James replied irritably, turned to look at the thousands of wildlings crowded in the dark at the door, and understood why Mormont ordered this: renovate and add The Castle Black behind the wall is indeed much stronger, but as a price, the area has been reduced to a fraction of the original size, and more than a thousand Night's Watch and land-grant militias are stationed. Disarming just passed the Wall, even if you were lucky enough not to bring in the pile of ghosts outside the fence, it was a huge threat to Castle Black in itself.
even more how, those human predators outside the fence have already begun to ram doors and climb wooden walls, if the suspension gate is raised to allow entry, no one will fight against those things...
Instead of opening the gate , let a bunch of people crowded at the door to scramble to enter the qualification, and then face the enemy and be massacred, it is better not to put any in, forcing everyone to take up arms to resist!
James was born in the Aristocratic Family, and he can figure this out from a big standpoint, but it doesn't mean other Night's Watches who accompany oneself out of the wall to execute orders, and those who just ran away from Haunted Forest The refugees who came out can understand. A large crowd of wildlings gathered in front of the lowered gate, angrily ranting, protesting, and even calling on everyone to raise the gate in Common, archaic, and other words that Jaime simply did not understand.
"Silence!" Kingslayer shouted as he stood in front of the gates, "Even if you lift the gates, we can only get one-tenth of us to escape at most, take up arms and take the chasers. If your ghosts are repelled, we have a chance to live!"
"What thing are you, do you want to command us?"
"It's just a damn crow! Don't Get in the way!"
After the crisp sound of a weapon being unsheathed and a sword light flashing, the wildling who had raised the stick towards James fell bloody. James killed the enemy with one blow, realizing that oneself can't reason with the wildlings in front of him at all, holding the steel essence sword that drips blood, breathes deeply organized the language, and yelled: "You bastard wildlings! Now! There are two options, either take up arms and drive back the gang of ghosts outside the wall and make it through the wall safely, or just hack me to death like this guy on the ground!"
Jaime never thought However, oneself will blurt out such unbelievably rude words one day, but the insults and threats are unbelievably effective - looking at his bloody sword, and the rest of the black clothed soldiers around who also glare like a tiger watching his prey, can listen The Tribes who knew the Common language were the first to quiet down, and they relayed Jaime's words to the incomprehensible beyond the wall and the last of the Giants...very slow, all turned away, took up arms, Towards the wooden wall that has been on the verge of collapse under the ghoul onslaught.
It wasn't because of James' eloquence or a sudden change of temper, but the situation is now very clear: Castle Black's gate has been repaired and wrapped with more iron bars, which are strong and heavy. It is absolutely impossible to open it in a short period of time, and the ghoul behind him has already broken the wall. This battle is not to obey the command of the blond "crow" or to protect human beings, but must be in order to fight for the survival of oneself and the family members beside him.
In the cold and snow, the wildling and dozens of Night's Watch, who were huddled in the wooden fence, took up the best weapons they could find, and lit as many fires and torches as possible. ...
Before they were ready, the gate of the wooden fence was the first to be unable to withstand the impact of hundreds of ghouls, and fell to the ground with a loud noise, and the enemy rushed in.
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"James was locked out of the Wall?" Igor hearing this suck in a breath of cold air: "Why him?"
The soldier who was caught and questioned shook his head innocently: "There is no reason...today...today is his turn to be on duty."
This is really bad, quite bad— -Igor is nervous, James is a Ranger Captain, and seems to be happy to play this role, he can be called loyal to his duties, conscientious, fully obeying the orders of his superiors, and it is his turn to carry out the mission of going out of the wall to collect wildling weapons completely. Reasonable.
He regards oneself as an ordinary Ranger Captain, but if something happens to Night's Watch and even this world, it is not as simple as sacrificing a middle-level officer of Night's Watch, Not to mention that the Westerlands may never have to think about Wall's aid... If Tywin thinks this is a story made by the North people after killing his son, the Seven Kingdoms will definitely be messed up!
Mormont also realizes the seriousness of the problem: "He has to find a way to get him up."
"He won't come up alone, to carry all the oil drums in the warehouse, We have to fight off this wave of ghouls at all costs." Igor shook his head, knowing Jaime's temperament. If only the King's Landing batch of solidified Wildfires were here, Nina had arranged to ship them to Eastwatch not long ago, but Legion has been so busy receiving wildlings these days that there is simply no manpower to deliver those dangerous goods. "Try to surround the wooden fence with fire, and use this opportunity to cover the brothers underneath to pass the Wall!"
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The wooden fence is used as a place to collect wildling weapons, various The tools and equipment are all available, and the few remaining Giants, all wildling Warriors and Spearwife quickly arm themselves, and protect the young boys and girls without battle strength in the inner circle... Most of them did not hold swords, but lit in the bonfire Torch, arm oneself with flame.
The ghouls passed through the fallen gate and swayed towards the crowds huddled by the wooden fence.
"Don't huddle together!" Jaime yelled, "Spread, rush!"
If the crowd continued to huddle like this, the ghouls would still be ignited by the flames. It can threaten the protectees of the inner circle. The sane person in the wildling also reacted, and roared first followed along.
"Kill!"
"Taste the taste of being grilled!"
"@#￥%&!"
Each Roars of various languages and tones sounded, Saibei's pony neighed, Hound barked, Giant's thunderous voice, mixed together, and people could no longer distinguish each other. A middle-sized ghoul with tattered fur, Direwolf, was the fastest and charged at the front of the crowd. Its strength was improved after the ghoul turned into a ghoul, but its flexibility was greatly reduced. James dodged sideways, and his arm muscles instantly tensed under the armor. It was as strong as steel, and the steel sword cut into the neck of the corpse wolf, almost beheading its head.
The corpse wolf fell heavily to the ground, and was stabbed by countless torches by the wildlings who came up from behind. It quickly turned into a raging flame, knocking down a few people and then making no sound.
The Kingslayer's prowess and valour contained the rout, and the surrounding wildling Warriors and Spearwife, who had barely gathered their courage to fight, provided some cooperation. Driven by the instinct of self-preservation, the wildlings began to move towards and protect the Kingslayer spontaneously, gritted their teeth and fought bloody battles with the non-human opponents in front of them.
And the roars and shouts of these warriors inspired those who were afraid behind them. Under the chain reaction, many young wildlings who were huddled in the crowd were also boiling with enthusiasm and roaring to join the battle.
Angry roar, accompanied by a sword, hammer or torch, and the quick-response can still avoid the ghoul's counterattack to deal with the next enemy, and the slow-response will be thrown down with blood... Heavy casualties, but this is the battle method of untrained wildling.
The enemy continued to pour in from the broken gate, and the battle quickly developed from the gate of the fence to the camp. The few Giants who were so unresponsive that they didn't know how to retreat instantly became an island in the ghoul tide, and the battle quickly progressed from the gate to the camp. Overwhelmed by the enemy by numbers forcibly. Every few seconds, the living fell, and the ghouls turned into fireballs. In addition to the screams and roars, the torch collided with the flesh, the corpse oil was roasted at high temperature and splashed out of the flesh, and the sound of steel and skeleton colliding was also added, creating a strange symphony.
Thankfully, no Others are joining the fray. In the case that the attackers were all ghouls, the living side's last stand... Perhaps it should be said that the back wall counterattack effectively stopped the enemies who rushed in from the fallen wooden door and planned to massacre.
Unfortunately, although they briefly played imposing manner, they did not change their situation that they had nowhere to retreat and nowhere to escape. A bloodless and hopeless battle and attrition with the ghouls, expecting the Commander of Castle Black to be merciful and raise the iron gates.
And as the surrounding wooden walls crumble and fall, Giant's staggering silhouette emerges on the edge of the Haunted Forest, and the scale of victory will soon tip toward the dead.
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(end of this chapter)