Chapter 301
"What do you mean?" Mance Rayder asked with a frown.
“Did you know Chaos of Four Kings?”
“I know.”
“Red Wedding, the Winterfell incident, you know?”
"This creates an extremely rare opportunity for us, and without you, we would now be eating meat by the fire of the Southern Lord's fire," Mance Rayder said.
"Hehe!" Dany smiled contemptuously, and asked back: "North has been fighting again and again, and has not completed the grain storage mission before winter, and will soon be so poor that he can't even drink porridge, where can you find meat to eat? "
Mance was stunned, and said, "no matter how poor, still richer than us."
The leader from Ice River Cannibal Clans licked his lips with an aftertaste on his face , said: "Beasts without limbs and feet, and two-legged sheep with more delicious meat, old ones are chewy, small melts in the mouth, very tender."
Dany looked deeply. Glancing at the yellow-toothed man in seal skin, Nodded recognized: "Maybe you're right, the two evil dragons I raised have always liked to eat people.
I kept saying to them, you guys They are dragons, with the same wisdom and divinity as humans, not comparable to ordinary animals.
I have whipped them several times for this reason, but they are stubborn. To a group of inhuman two-legged beasts, they can open their stomachs and eat them vigorously."
Huang Dianya grinned and said proudly to his companions: "Look, even dragons like to eat people. , you walrus people should learn from us."
Then, he turned to the Wildlings King, happily saying: "Mance, last time you said 'Cannibal Tribes' is not good, you need to change our tribe's name,' The Glacier Tribe' was not aggressive enough, I refused.
But now that I think about it, the 'Cannibal Tribes' is really not aggressive enough, why not just call it the 'dragon tribe'?"
Mance raised his hand holds the forehead, groaning: "Okay, just call it the 'dragon tribe'."
"hahaha, that's great."
Three Night's Watches looked at his Eyes.....
Reluctantly sighed then said, Dany said directly: "Mance Rayder, since you want to take Wildlings over the Wall, you might as well surrender to me, I will take you to the warm and rich south of the Wall. Farming the land."
"Acknowledge allegiance? You're daydreaming for us to kneel before you!" Mance sneered.
"Bah! Free Folk is unyielding knees!" Tormund roared angrily.
"We can steal and rob everything we need. If we want to enslave us to farm, there is no door!"
"Be free or die!"
"Free Folk, never be a slave!"
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Like poking a hornet's nest, the sixteen Wildlings glared furiously and jumped like thunder, Standing up and roaring, some even drew their knives and slapped their shields hard, watching Dany be eager to have a try.
Dany leaned on the back of the chair with ease, his right hand rested on his chin, his head was tilted, his expression was as calm as he was watching a boring stage play.
Barristan's expression is stern, his muscles are tense, and the next moment can take a step forward and protect the Queen behind him; Jon, Ser Mallister, Ser Glendon have ugly faces, lean forward, and press the right hand unconsciously hilt.
Night's Watch on the city wall also saw the scene of Wildlings' sudden riot, and asked Aemon, Marsh and other bigwigs loudly if they wanted to send someone out of the city to bring back the Queen and several Ser.
"Fuck—" Big Black let out a loud roar, resounding through the empty snowfield.
Night's Watch first covered his ears and quieted down. Wildlings saw dragon stretching his neck and flapping his wings on the high wall outside several hundred meters, and slowly stopped yelling.
Seeing Wildlings retracting his weapon with an ugly face and sitting back in his seat, Jon and Barristan also secretly sighed in relief, and their stiff bodies relaxed.
Dany's charming purple eyes glanced at each Wildlings lightly, and said softly: "Since it is a negotiation, naturally any conditions can be put forward on the spot.
As you said before keep on saying I want to kill the Night's Watch, turn over the Wall, go to the North and set fire to eat people and rob women, and I didn't draw a knife and cut people, did I?"
"Nothing to talk about, Free Folk will not tell any lord, The King is on his knees!" the Wildlings King solemnly emphasized.
Dany said with a sneer: "Don't deceive yourself, any society is impossible without class. You sixteen people are equivalent to the lords of Wildlings, you represent the privileged class, the people under your command It's worse than the lowest peasants in the Seven Kingdoms, and has the freedom of a fart."
Mance slowly shook his head and said with a serious look: "You don't understand anything, we are not immune to the state, the nobility, the King and the law, choose and follow a leader based only on oneself's preferences."
"You are a bunch of poor bastards, deceived by an illusory lie for thousands of years." Dany sighed.
"Woman, make it clear, who are we being deceived by?" Tormund was furious.
Dany said slowly: "With the barrenness of the land beyond the wall, with the level of civilization of your Wildlings, you have not even reached the food and clothing line, and you are not qualified to pursue freedom at all.
One Ordinary Wildlings, from birth to death, overwhelming majority of their lives are struggling for a meal. But no matter how hardworking and intelligent Wildlings are, it is impossible to survive the winter with the power of oneself.
It does not depend on whether he can accumulate or not. Enough food for the winter...
You have no laws, no restraints, you are used to strength to bully the weak, and the powerhouse robs the weak of the living materials to live, and he is powerless to stop other Wildlings from plundering.
At that time, he only had two choices left, 1. Die freely, work hard for a few years, the food prepared for the family is cheap and delicious, lazy idlers, oneself starve to death, and his wife is killed by others Possess; 2. Freely choose who to be enslaved. A single person cannot protect property, only the power of the organization, he can take refuge in a region's Overlord. But this also forms the most primordial bureaucracy, which is contrary to your idea of complete freedom, It's not as advanced as the lordship of Westeros.
Excuse me, what kind of freedom is in the above two situations?
You are just a naked|naked jungle Principle without morality and etiquette— Weak are prey to the strong that's all, what's there to be proud of, living in the same freedom as wild beast?
In other words, wild boars and wolves in the woods are also free, but who envy them Who's an idiot."
After listening to Dany's words, Jon suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment, and he had never forgotten Ygritte's "know nothing" preaching to him.
Being bound by the illegitimate child status and the strict discipline of Night's Watch, deep in one's heart actually envies the freedom of Wildlings.
At one point, in the underground hot springs beyond the wall, when he knelt down to lick Ygritte, the cheerful and unrestrained feeling even made him have the urge to abandon everything, stay in the hole with the female Wildlings, and never leave .
Now after some analysis by Queen Your Majesty, he suddenly discovered that Wildlings' so-called 'Free Folk' is really a lie.
Ser Mallister and Ser Glendon smiled nodded and said proudly: "Your Majesty is right, we are human beings, not wild beasts, we know etiquette and integrity, and understand morality and faith."
Mance Rayder looked gloomy, but couldn't find anything to refute for a while, sitting there thinking long and hard in silence.
“What’s wrong with weak are prey to the strong? Powerhouses deserve better women and food,” Tormund said righteously.
“Between civilizations, between nations, between races and races, weak are prey to the strong, it is right and proper. But within civilizations, benevolence and the public are more important. Weak are prey to the strong. Yes, but it must be controlled in moderation. We are human beings after all, and human beings should be born with compassion.”
Jon frequently nodded, feeling that his thoughts have never been as transparent as this time in his life, there is a kind of enlightenment a feeling of.
Barristan, Mallister, Glendon also looked thoughtful and admired the wisdom of Queen Your Majesty.
But on the Wildlings side, even the most "civilized" Mance Rayder only thinks long and hard, as if encountering intractable problems, while others, such as Tormund and the like, are at a loss. .
"What are you talking about? Come on!" said the foul-mouthed leader of the Hornfoots, whose feet were skinned like cooked leather.
"Okay, I'll just give an example." Dany rubbed his face and sighed, "If I and your king, Mance Rayder, have the same number of soldiers, no Wall, no dragon and Giant
Winter is here, Wildlings can't survive, and the North people are short of food. He wants to go south to grab food, and I want to protect the North people. We meet here.
But the number of soldiers is equal, and no one is sure to win.
In order to win this battle, we must try our best to improve the battle strength of the army. Magnars, tell me, how to improve the battle strength?"
Well, the lord of the Wildlings is called 'Magnar', similar to the horse men lord called 'Khal'.
"Free Folk can beat five Kneelers and we're going to win," Tormund said immediately.
"Yes, without Wall and dragon, we would have done that crow long ago." Wildlings nodded in agreement.
Mallister also frowned and said: "Don't say the number is equal, just give me two thousand iron cavalry, I can fight these tens of thousands of Wildlings army, even Others are not afraid - I promise, my iron armored army is stronger than Others. More kills!"
"What did you say?"
"crow bragging."
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Dany said with a sullen face: "Everything quiet! I said, for example. Suppose that the soldiers of Mance Rayder and I are exactly the same as the current Wildlings."
"This... ." Tormund muttered: "Only Gods can know who wins and who loses in the end."
"We are equal in strength, and neither of us is sure that we will win. The best option is to avoid fighting. But this war It's very important, whoever wins will survive; whoever loses will be extinct in winter.
In order to win the war, I decided to enhance the power of oneself, study the smelting technology, from Iron and steel are extracted from the ore; horses are hunted from the grasslands and trained to be tamed horses; forests are cut down to build warships, while fishing to increase food, you can also cross the sea behind the sneak attack Mance; I will also send Maester to draw maps, according to The terrain establishes a camp that is favorable for decisive battles, and then develops a city wall from the camp, which is the prototype of Wall.
Alright, you see what I have done, may I ask Your Excellency King-Beyond-the-Wall , what would you do?"
"I..." Mance Rayder face deathly pale, muttered: "I will learn your method, and even go a step further and invent more advanced technology than you. , build better steel, train more warhorses, build bigger and stronger warships..."
"Why?" Tormund said blankly.
Dany lightly said with a smile: "Because, I have the same number and quality of troops as his. If you want to win, you can only improve the quality of your weapons. It's very simple, you can definitely have an iron sword. You win with the stick, right?"
"Yeah..." Tormund muttered.
His face also turned pale and pale, just like Mance, he also understood the deep meaning.