Angel and Littlefinger ascend to the ground and make their way to the main fort.

At the gates of the main castle, Bran Stark was as silent as a stone sculpture in his wheelchair.

The three-eyed crow on his shoulder was gone, probably flying into the sky.

Bands of soldiers were pouring into the castle through the gates on three sides.

Melisandre rode the Red Smoke Beast on the north side of the gate.

To the north is the main battlefield.

The pikemen, cavalry, and sword and shield men of the Klegane army began to pour into the northern gate, and the number of them increased and surged, and the generals also appeared on horseback. They shouted the slogans of their own legions, cursed the crowded soldiers, and the generals who entered the city blew their military whistles and summoned the soldiers of their own legions who had entered the city to re-array.

Fink Edwin stood near the north gate, and he did not find Angel's archers, who were defending themselves against the enemy at the first wall.

On the first wall, the archers' arrows were still wreaking havoc on the ghouls.

Among the tumultuous soldiers, Fink caught his first sight of the tall Polivier Clegane.

Polivier Clegan impresses everyone, not only because he always twitches the right side of his face, he looks at people like a knife awl, he likes to ask people to make a work of art with his eyes or hands, but he also has a large bald head that is eye-catching.

It's just that this bald head is now covered in blood.

"General Polivier Clegane. Finn Edwin squeezed to Polivier's side, "General Angai has urgent military affairs that you need to visit. ”

"Where's that kid?"

"He's at the gate of the main fort. ”

"Take me there. ”

There were also two captains in the cavalry team without horses in the Magic Mountain, Sweetmouth Raff and Dunson the Executioner, and Polivier had always been only concerned with fighting, regardless of leading troops into formation. The legion retreated into the city, and he would not bother to reorganize the remnants of the army. Sweet-mouthed Raff and Executioner Dunson are in charge of military affairs.

Finn Edwin took Polivier Clegane to meet Ange Clegane.

Ange saw Polliver walking quickly. He whispered something to one of the little attendants beside him, and the little attendant hurriedly greeted him.

Not far from the gate is Bran Stark, and under the influence of Littlefinger, Angel needs to be on guard against Bran.

Littlefinger was gone, and when he came to the ground, he told Angai to check on the dispatch of supplies from the various officers. As for whether the guy went to do something or went underground to hide first, Angai wasn't sure.

"General Polivier, I'm Jeffrey Jim, Angay's squire. ”

"What military affairs does Angai have?"

Angay is the adopted son of the Magic Mountain, and Polivier Clegane believes that the Magic Mountain is not there, and it is possible that Angai will convey the military orders left behind by the Magic Mountain.

"Under the secret order of Lord Magic Mountain, the soldiers of Clegan must prepare to enter the underground tunnel. Don't try to defend the second wall, just fight with a false appearance. ”

"Yes. "Polivier Clegane obeys the orders of the Magic Mountain, whether it is right or wrong, black or white.

Whatever the magic mountain says, he will do. Angai understands this, he only needs to sacrifice the four words of Lord Magic Mountain, then there is no need to worry about anything, Polivo will be most resolute to complete the order.

"Tell this secret secret to the other officers of the Clegane Army, and never make it public, let alone let the officers of the other legions know about it. ”

"Lao Tzu understands what the secret order means. Polivier's eyes widened. Lao Tzu's tone comes from the Magic Mountain.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Jeffrey Jim hurriedly agreed, retreating and trotting back to Angay.

The boy was afraid of Polivier Clegane, this guy was a psychopath.

*

On the first wall, the archers were almost depleted of rockets, but the rain of arrows still caused great difficulties for the army of ghouls. The army of ghouls attacked the edge of the antlers, and the coalition retreated like a tidal wave, leaving the gates wide open on three sides.

Outside the north gate, Melisandre rode on the Red Smoke Beast and began to chant loudly, while the Great Wise Man on the city wall led hundreds of fire warlocks had already descended the city wall and retreated into the city through the moat bridge.

The Legions, who had retreated from outside the city, continued to ascend the second wall under the command of Eddard Stark and Jon Snow. The soldiers are like ants, densely packed with uptown, in columns, in columns. There is also a steady stream of water and food deliveries. Wooden carts transporting wounded soldiers also flowed one after another, coming and going between the city gate and the school grounds.

Between the first and second walls, the moat had frozen over.

As the day and night passed, the weather became even colder.

On the first wall, Robb Stark gave the order for the Coalition archers to retreat to the second wall first.

Outside the first wall, the oil ditch outside the antlers that were densely blocked under the city wall burned like a long red dragon.

Melisandre's chanting continued, and some of the ghouls in the army of ghouls crossed the first ditch of fire and oil, and as they saw that they were about to charge into the antlers, a fiery serpent rose out of thin air and burned rapidly along the antlers......

The second oil ditch also burned......

Then there is the third fire oil ditch......

A total of three fire oil ditches firmly blocked the momentum of the ghoul army's advance, and the flames were raging, burning a red wall of flames more than a person high. The three walls of flame brought to a halt the army of ghouls in front of them, while the ghouls in the back continued to surge.

The black tide of the ragy army that was surging on was stopped at once.

The last of the soldiers entered the city gates, and Melisandre rode the Red Smoke Beast alone to face the army of ghouls, and between her and the army of ghouls, there were three walls of flame and a deer antler array tens of meters wide. A narrow path in the middle leads to the open gate.

On the wall behind Melisandre, bows and arrows rained down, puff puff, puff, puff, puff, The ghouls became targets and kept falling by the fire.

It was a much clearer day than yesterday.

Robb Stark, King of the North, stood on a high platform at the head of the city, so that every soldier on the walls could see him.

This is the rule that Eddard Stark taught him to lead the army, and the same is true of Jon Snow, if he leads the army, he must charge at the front, so that every soldier can see the Stark flag and the general himself as long as he looks up.

Eddard Stark's rule of leadership: Fight first

Melisandre stood motionless at the gate of the North Gate, the dark army of ghouls still looking black and oppressive, but Melisandre knew that the army of ghouls was less than 100,000. And the Night King, he hasn't even taken the first wall yet. It has not yet broken through the last three fire oil ditches and the antler array under the city walls.

The united coalition forces and the fire attack tactics from start to finish dealt a heavy blow to the army of ghouls. Reduced the Night King's legion by more than half. In addition, the two magical creatures that Melisandre feared the most, the Ice Spider, were also killed by Bran Stark, Angie Clegane, and Julie Clegane. It's just that Julie and Angai were killed and injured.

Of course, the real battle was the street battle after the second wall was breached.

The three walls of flame gave the retreating soldiers time to take their time, with Melisandre alone staying to last.

Suddenly, the army of ghouls separated, and one rotting horse after another appeared, and eventually, the Night King, dressed in frost armor and carrying a spear, appeared in front of the fire oil ditch. His gaze fell on Melisandre's face through the wall of flames, sending a chill through Melisandre's face.

The Night King's gaze moved upwards to see Robb Stark, the King of the North, commanding on the ramparts. The arrows whizzed and fell in front of and behind him, and he looked unaware. Follow-up

The arrows that shoot the army of ghouls, not obsidian arrows.

Obsidian arrows and obsidian daggers, daggers, knives, and spears are used in decisive battles with strangers.

The Night King's one hand slowly lifted upward, and on the ground, the piled up of ghoul stumps and the corpses of coalition soldiers slowly floated, one by one, superimposed on each other, and landed on the first fire oil ditch, pressing out a large black gap, then the second fire oil ditch, the third fire oil ditch, three burning fire oil ditches, and three gaps without flames appeared.

There were too many corpses stacked, crushing the flames in the fire oil ditch.

The Night King rode his rotten horse and pointed his spear forward, and the army of ghouls poured through the gap, bypassing the antlers, and swooping down on Melisandre's gates.

Titicaca!

The centurion gave the order, and the gates slowly closed. Melisandre remained motionless. It wasn't until the last moment that she turned the Red Smoke Beast and rushed into the city gates, which slammed shut. Dozens of ghouls rushed to the city gate, and there was a shout from the city, and then the burning oil barrels were dumped, and a raging fire burned outside the city gate in an instant, once again forcing the ghouls who rushed to stop.

The Night King looked at Robb Stark on the rampart, and he uttered a strange syllable, and the army of ghouls surged towards the Antlers. Many decaying ghouls have their bodies pierced by antlers, and their bodies hang from their antlers. But more draugr trampled over their companions' bodies and fell into the antler crevices ahead. In just a few moments, the antlers at the very edge were completely filled with the ghouls' bodies. The ghouls behind trampled on 'flat ground', falling into the crevices of the antlers in front of them, or impaling themselves on the sharp antlers.

Every ghoul crawls and rushes forward, no matter the sharp antlers or anything else!

On the city wall, Robb Stark's face was solemn!

The ghouls forcibly charged the antlers with their numbers, and they had to use their bodies to 'fill' all the antlers under the city walls. Tens of thousands of allied troops under the city walls left behind more than 10,000 corpses, and each of these corpses that could not be burned became the Night King's warriors, and they all got up from the ground, their eyes turned blue, and they were wearing the armor they had died in battle, and they were holding the weapons they had died in battle, and they rushed forward with a strange scream.

The corpses of decaying ghouls and newly killed coalition soldiers became the best materials for the Night King to fill in the antlers.

On the three fire oil ditches that block the army of ghouls, there are more and more black gaps that allow ghouls to pass through, more and more, and the antler array laid down along the city wall looks like it will not be long before the bodies of the ghouls will be 'filled' by the bodies of the ghouls.

"Retreat!" Robb Stark ordered.

Woooooooooooo

A low and solemn clarion call sounded.

The archers on the first wall retreated. Their arrows are almost gone. And the second city wall is already full of soldiers, long swords and spears, densely packed, erected a forest of swords and guns.

The four gates on the second wall were wide open to greet the retreating soldiers on the first wall.

*

High in the sky, in the night.

In the darkness of the night, Arrene Martell felt the cold.

She came out of Dorne and didn't wear much.

Autumn in Dorne is warmer than the summer in the north.

Thankfully, she was able to burrow into the arms of the Magic Mountain, and the sheep thief himself was a giant flying stove. But despite this, the strange cold of the north is also something that Alene Martell is not used to. She still needs time.

The magic mountain patted the dragon's head, and the sheep thief slowly lowered.

The flames in front of him soared into the sky, and the rocket drew a line of light and shadow. The cries of battle were earth-shattering.

Arlene poked her head out of the mountain's bosom, and the dragon silently descended over Winterfell. She saw a burning ring wall of fire below, unbelievably large.

"What kind of flame is that? Wildfire matter is green!"

"The warriors set fire to the first wall of Winterfell. The Magic Mountain's contemplative voice.

Winterfell had two walls, and Arian had heard that between them was a moat.

"That was the first city wall to be set on fire?"

"Yes. ”

"How can a wall be set on fire?"

"Fire oil, the magical power of the fire sorcerer, the fire spell of the Red God Priest. ”

"Is that the bridge over the moat, it's also burning?"

"Yes, the bridge over the moat was also watered with oil. ”

"With such a fierce fire, how could a ghoul attack Winterfell?" said Arryne, who felt his breath choke.

The fire below, the shouts, the dense black dots reflected in the light of the fire, everything moved her.

"The oil doesn't burn for long. The more violently it burns, the faster it will go out. ”

"Hmm!" said Arrene Martell, in a soft, nasal voice, "Magic Mountain, shall we go down now?"

"No, we're going to be the last to go down. ”

"Finally?"

"Yes, after the whole city burns. ”

"After all of Winterfell burns?" said Aryane, surprised. She remembered the burning of the High Court by the Magic Mountain.

The Magic Mountain is a demon who likes to slaughter cities.

"There are a lot of wildfires buried in Winterfell, and we haven't destroyed the bridge over the moat, so that the ghouls can easily attack the second wall along the bridge. Pouring fire oil on the bridge and igniting it on the first wall were actually our bluff tactics. In fact, it doesn't take long for the oil to burn before it goes out. ”

"You're going to burn the Wraiths to death along with the Northern Alliance?" said Arlene's voice, excited.

"We dug a big tunnel underground in advance, which can accommodate 100,000 soldiers to hide. The entire underground of Winterfell had been hollowed out before the war. ”

Dragons fly over Winterfell, and the battlefield of fire below is in full view.

"Can you fly a little lower?"

"No, the Night King is alert, and we can't let the Night King know. ”

"Will the Night King be burned to death in the wildfire after he breaks the city?"

He could only be killed by the Dragon's Crystal weapon or the Valyrian Steel Sword, neither wildfire nor normal flames could kill the Night King. ”

"Who would dare to fight the Night King in hand-to-hand combat?" said Araine Martell, looking up at the Magic Mountain with her big beautiful eyes.

"The Night King and the Wraiths are very vulnerable to Valyrian steel sword or dragon crystal weapons, and the slightest touch of the weapon will shatter them into ice chips. ”