Chapter 132

Sassanid Stark never dreamed that this would happen so suddenly. Overnight, Winterfell was back in her hands. And at this time, she hadn't even transitioned from the role of a prisoner. And Celine Baratheon, after taking Winterfell, directly returned the ownership of the castle to the Sassanid Stark.

After normal fighting, the soldiers of the Bolton family did little to put up any decent resistance. Before the war began, the head of the house hung up, which was a fatal blow to the soldiers of the Bolton family, or indeed to any army. Most of the soldiers simply threw down their weapons and crouched to the side. A handful of die-hard loyalists tried to resist. But in the face of the charging cavalry, they could not afford to make any waves.

By the time the sun had set, all the armies had already entered Winterfell. With so many troops pouring in at once, the whole city seemed a little crowded. It's just that most people are still welcoming the change. Wherever they are, the betrayer is always unpopular.

In the council chamber of Winterfell, a meeting is taking place. Sassanid also participated in this reminiscence. At the meeting, Xu Qing, as a representative of Celine, put forward a large number of opinions.

"The food and grass in the city can last for more than three months. But this is not enough, we need more food reserves. It's getting colder and colder, and we need more fur to keep out the cold. If possible, a new round of conscription will begin now. Expand the number of armies as much as possible. If we're going to fight the ghosts, there won't be too many people. ”

"But as you said, we only have enough food and grass for three months. This means that we cannot sustain the attrition of the build-up. Winterfell has suffered too much change. Now that the inhabitants of the city are panicking, I think we should reassure them first. "Sassanid got into the role very quickly, and after a short period of adaptation, he began to argue with reason.

"I know you're a merciful lord, Miss Sasansan. But we don't have time. ”

"Running out of time? I know, you know, all of you know it. But the people won't know. If we forcibly expropriate grain, they will not understand us. It may even lead directly to a riot. ”

"There are now close to 30,000 soldiers in the city, so I don't think there will be a riot." Dave interjected.

"I will never allow anyone to point their swords at the inhabitants of Winterfell." Sassanan glared at Daves, much to the embarrassment.

"Calm down, Lady Sasansan. We don't need to force food requisition. We just need to make all the citizens realize how dangerous the situation is and they will understand what we are doing. ”

"How can we make them understand the situation at hand?"

"The answer is simple, just let them see it for themselves."

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North of the Wall, Jon Snow and Mansred returned to the Wildlings' camp. It has to be said that Mansred's royal means are really powerful. Even though he had been captive for many days and then suddenly returned, none of the wildlings showed the slightest suspicion. Instead, they saluted him respectfully. At the same time, he glared angrily at Jon Snow, who was wearing a black robe on the side.

"Follow me, Jon. Several of these tribes are stubborn. When they see you, they may cut you without saying a word. ”

Jon also felt the deep malice around him, and involuntarily clenched the sword in his hand.

Mansred led him to a huge tent. There are already more than thirty people waiting here. All of them are the leaders of the most powerful tribes in the Savage Alliance.

"I have gathered you today to discuss something. A matter concerning the fate of savages. But before I announce this, I want to make sure of a few things. If there is a way to save the lives of the vast majority of your companions. Are you willing to reconcile with the crows? ”

"Is this impossible? How many of our brothers and sisters have died at their hands for thousands of years. We're definitely not going to compromise with any damn crows. A bald man stood up and retorted without hesitation.

Jon Snow on the side couldn't help but retort.

"Then why don't you imagine how many black-robed brothers you have killed in the past few thousand years."

"I don't know how many black robes I've killed, but I can cut off your head right now and make a wine glass."

"Do you want to try?" Jon Snow pressed the long claw on his right hand.

"Shut up." Mance roared, and finally stabilized the situation that was on the verge of collapse.

"Now is not the time to settle those grievances. The undead legion of the White Ghost is already heading this way. If we are still fighting among ourselves, there is only one outcome, the Night's Watch and the Wildlings disappear with them. Do you want your tribe, your brothers and sisters to disappear? ”

The bald man sat down, and Jon lowered his right hand. Mance breathed a sigh of relief.

"I have made a deal with the nobles south of the Great Wall. We don't need to kneel, we don't need allegiance, we can cross the Great Wall. But we also have to give. When the Legion of the Strangers arrives, we will need to fight the Strangers with the soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms. ”

After Mance finished speaking, the conference room suddenly fell into a chaotic quarrel.

"I'm not going to fight alongside crows. Who knows if those black crows will give me a look behind their backs. ”

"I hate crows just as much, but if you can keep our people alive, then I can accept that."

"It's not just talking. How do we know if they're going to lie to us? ”

"I ......"

“.……”

"Do you know how big the North is?" Jon spoke suddenly, and the tent fell silent for a moment.

"What do you mean, Raven?" One of the unknown tribal leaders asked.

"I mean, the North is the largest of the Seven Kingdoms. Three-quarters of this land has not even been developed at all. South of the Wall, all the way to Winterfell, there is a vast expanse of unowned wasteland. The land can be cultivated as long as it is trimmed. ”

"What the fuck are you trying to say?" Some tribal leaders are starting to get impatient.

"I mean, you can get a piece of land south of the Wall to house your people. From then on, he no longer lived that hunting, nomadic life. You can live in a house made of stone without worrying about a campfire burning down your tent. Your offspring will be born in a warm room, which will keep them from the cold. You will begin a whole new life that you have been longing for. ”

"Why should we trust you?"

"You don't need to trust me, you just need to believe Mansred." Jon Snow finished speaking, and turned his gaze to Mance. It was only then that Mance realized that before he knew it, the tricky ball was back in his hands again.

Looking at the inquiring eyes around him, he could only stand up and speak again.

"I can vouch for what he said is true. Some kind of alliance is going on south of the Wall. In order to counter the threat north of the Great Wall, the nobles of the south have begun to join forces. But it's not enough, they need me our strength. And we need land, food, houses. So, I formally propose that the Savage tribe form an alliance with the Night's Watch against the Wraiths of the North. ”

After another commotion, a bearded patriarch was promoted.

"It's okay to form an alliance, but we can't trust the nobles of the South. If the new commander-in-chief of the Night's Watch can stay on our side as a hostage, we can consider this. ”

"It's pointless, the Night's Watch can choose a new commander at any time. But you only have one chance. Cooperate or die. Jon Snow's words silenced the Great Horde for a long time. The bearded patriarch spoke.

"I accept, give us a piece of land, and I will lead my people to fight against the white ghosts."

"I agree with ...... too"

Soon, one after another, most of the tribes agreed to the alliance. Those who were originally a little reluctant, under this general trend, could only reluctantly agree. They have now left the territory of the savages, in this land, if isolated. Then these wild people simply can't live. Mansred looked at the tribes that had agreed one after another, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Well, we need to do the first thing together now. I need you to draw the best warriors from your tribe to form a squad of sixty. Then head into the jungle to the north and bring back some living ghouls. ”

“？？ What do you mean, didn't it say let's cross the Great Wall? Now you want us to fight the white ghost first? ”

"I'll go with you."

Jon Snow spoke.

"You don't know the environment south of the Great Wall. Those aristocrats were very ...... Persistent. The inhabitants of that area also have an irresolvable hatred for you. If you just get to that land, you're going to have to fight a civil war first.

We need some evidence, evidence of the resurgence of the white ghost. Only by giving everyone a greater fear can we suppress the grievances between the north and the south of the Great Wall and let us truly unite. And we need to speed things up, time is running out. Once we wait until the undead legions in the north are fully assembled, we will have no chance. ”

With Mansred's mediation, sixty strong warriors were finally selected by the various savage tribes. Led by Jon Snow, head towards the jungles of the north.

The Night King has the ability to sense all the corpses hidden underground. It doesn't matter if you've just died, or if you've been dead for hundreds of years. It can easily awaken the dead and later summon them into their own undead legions. So, the state of the entire Ice Forest is that there are small groups of undead soldiers everywhere, staggering around the dense forest.

All Jon Snow and the others had to do was ambush the undead soldiers of these squads and catch as many alive as they could. After that, these undead creatures were brought back to the south of the Great Wall and shown to the stubborn nobles, so that they could truly realize what was going on.

The Bend Land, the richest place in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms. The fertile land made the Tyrells one of the richest families in the entire Seven Kingdoms. At the same time, the grain in the river bay is also an important source of food for all parts of the seven countries. But today, all food sales have been stopped.

Countless merchants and others have given an account to the Tyrells. But no, the Tyrells, who have always been kind, suddenly put on the posture of the top nobles of the Seven Kingdoms this time. Not only did they forcibly take back all the food that had been prepared to be sent or sold, but they also began to collect it.

"What do the Tyrells want? Their grain was so abundant that it rotted in the granary, and they were still collecting it. ”

"Have you heard about what happened in King's Landing? I think it has something to do with that. ”

"That's enough food to feed an army of 100,000 people, right?"

Despite all the buzz from the outside world, the Tyrells are still going their own way. All these commands are derived from the direct orders of the old rose. This old man, who is almost eighty years old, has always acted so domineering and resolute. In comparison, the titular duke, Mestiril, was far behind.

In King's Landing, Lu Qiming was chatting with Old Rose. In the entire King's Landing, the only one who could not be afraid of him, and even sat down to chat with him, was this Olena, known as the Thorn Rose. Redwing.

"The whole city of King's Landing is avoiding me, but you don't seem to be afraid of me, ma'am?"

"Do I need to be afraid? I'm afraid you'll cut off the head of me, an eighty-year-old man. Get rid of it, I've lived long enough. It's been so long that I'm even a little tired of it. If it weren't for the unsuccessful son who reassured me, I would have hid in a corner and waited for death. But now it seems that you can't die if you want to. Legend has it that the Night King was able to resurrect the dead, right? ”

"That's true, but it's not technically a resurrection. Just awaken your body so that you can act according to its will. It can only be regarded as a kind of walking dead. ”

"That's scary. It's a pity that these lords in King's Landing can't see these terrifying sights. Otherwise, they wouldn't be as perfunctory as they are now. With the exception of the High Court, Dorne, Vale, and Storm's End, none of these places had any substantial conscription preparations. ”

"Indeed, they poisoned my food and water twelve times in one day. These nobles simply did not see the impending danger in their eyes. Or there is only one danger in their eyes, and that is me. I'm just a little curious, why would you believe it? ”

"Why not believe it? You have shown a power worthy of the gods. If someone like you kills hundreds of people just to tell us a lie, then I'm wrong. ”

"No, trust me, you won't be wrong, I'll show them the evidence soon."