The cold wind brought goose feathers and snow into the collar of the shirt, melting into the cold water that soaked into the bone marrow, and all this made people feel cold and shiver more than the blade and the blade.

This is the Great Wall, the last and strongest barrier to Westeros to keep out the invasion of strangers.

It was a new day, and it was still light, and Jon and Stannis stood on the edge of the towering wall, their dark brown hair tossed in a mess with a cold wind, and the wind and snow were all over their cheeks.

During this time, they often look into the distance like this.

Half a mile to the north, the savage camp was busy, and countless bonfires rose and pillars of smoke grabbed the pale sky like fingers. They set up fur or fur tents along the edge of the forest, and even built a rudimentary long hall out of logs and branches; Horses to the east, mammoths to the west, and people everywhere were sharpening their swords, sharpening crude spears, and wearing improvised armor made of hides, horns, and bones.

As far as the eye can see, it is densely packed with wild people. However, Jon knew that this was only part of an army of wildlings, and that there were ten times as many of them in the forest.

Below the Great Wall, the embers of yesterday's battle have not yet been extinguished, and the corpses of all kinds of strange shapes covered by ice and snow, as well as the corpses of giants and mammoths that are far taller and heavier than ordinary people, are piled up, adding to the solemn atmosphere.

If the wildlings want to attack, these corpses are the ones they must clean, and in the meantime, they will have to kill more people, which is the price they must pay.

The twilight faded, and when dawn came, a golden ray of sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, shining like a white spear on the battlefield.

......After breakfast, the army of savages began to move, and behind the giants and mammoths, the savages rushed to the Great Wall with axes and bows and arrows in hand.

In the middle of the queue are mammoths, hundreds of mammoths mounted on their backs by giants with clubs, mallets or stone axes. More giants ran aside, pushing a large tree trunk with wooden wheels, the tip of which was sharpened. On either side of the giants, waves of pikemen dressed in boiled leather armor and holding fire-hardened hands, large groups of archers, and thousands of infantry wielding spears, slingshots, clubs, and leather shields. Bone chariots from the frozen shores "rattle" along the wings, and the mighty white dogs led them over the rocks and roots.

The rope......s on the catapults on the Great Wall were taut by the night watchman, and then they let go of the stone and let the stone eject. With the power of descending from the Great Wall, the Rolling Stone smashed the wild men below into a bloody mess of flesh and blood, but it could not stop the wild man's footsteps in the slightest.

After all, compared to the huge army of savages, the sporadic damage caused by the Rolling Stones can only be said to be minimal.

Arrows rain down like locusts, and the savage archers shoot as they advance, in a monotonous pattern, always lunging forward first, stopping, firing, and then swooping for another ten yards. The number of arrows is so staggering that the sky is completely covered in it, but sadly all harmless falls.

The Great Wall is so high that all ladders and siege towers are powerless, and thick enough to make any battering ram look at it. No matter how large a trebuchet is, it will not be able to throw a boulder that destroys the wall, and if you try to attack it with fire, the snowmelt will quickly extinguish the flames. Climbing, on the other hand, became a gamble, with falling rocks and scythes causing most people to die in the middle of the journey.

For the brigade, the only way to conquer the Great Wall was to breach the gates, and there was no other way.

However, the so-called city gate is only a curved and narrow tunnel within the ice wall, which can be described as the smallest gate of the Seven Kingdoms, and can only be dismounted and marched in a single column. There are three barricades in the passage, each locked and chained, and there is a murder hole overhead to defend it. The outermost door was a nine-inch thick studded old oak plank that could withstand the continuous impact of a thousand pounds of force.

The wildlings finally rushed to the gates of the city in the face of a rain of arrows and falling rocks, but they had to drag the bodies of yesterday's giants and mammoths away, killing and wounding many others in the process.

On the ramparts, the night watchmen pushed large oak barrels filled with rubble to the top of the walls, and when the wildlings frantically pounded on the oak plank gates, they pushed them out in unison.

After a while, there was a muffled "bang", and the barrels collided with the city walls, followed by louder crashes and the sound of wood breaking, and there were shouts and screams from the city.

The power of the stones splashed from the height is very huge, and the stones scattered with strong power directly kill the wild people in pieces, even the heavy fur of the mammoth cannot stop the force of this high and high falling object, and the stones are deeply embedded in their bodies.

The mammoths' vital force prevents them from dying instantly, but the intense pain causes them to run wild, trampling on any creature that stands in their way, even the wildlings on their ally's side.

Killed and wounded by falling rocks and a rain of arrows, the wild men rushed out from both sides in a frenzy and scrambled to flee back to the camp. Seeing this, most of the night watchmen on the city wall breathed a sigh of relief and survived another day.

However, today is destined to be a long and unforgettable day.

"Uh......h Woo...... Woo...... Suddenly, the sound of trumpets sounded from all directions, and the sound of screams of killing, the clashing of weapons, and the whimpering of human dying sounded from the forest.......

A continuous army emerged from the forest, and in three directions, due east, northeast, and north, three neat groups of heavy cavalry roared out, all dressed in gleaming black steel armor and bright woolen coats. Brightly colored flags flutter in mid-air, including stags, silver wolves, golden lions, goshawks, trout, roses, and sea monsters, as well as Ouroboros that gather them together.

Suddenly, before the savage army could react, the enemy entered the position, and the knights on horseback flew by, howling and waving their swords, easily harvesting the lives of the savages. The savages hurriedly formed a phalanx, but they acted too late, the organization was chaotic, and the movements were too slow to organize an effective counterattack.

"It's the soldiers of the Seven Kingdoms, kill! Kill them! The wildlings finally recognized the man's identity, and the king of the Outer Guards, Mance, wielded his sword and led his guards into a group of rangers.

The trumpets of the charge were even louder, and the three directions of due east, north, and northeast simultaneously poured out a tide-black army, and some of the savages were still stubbornly resisting, but they were mercilessly cut down by the attackers, and trampled straight on.

The attacking army swept everything in front of them with an invincible force, although the wild men were numerous, but the equipment was far apart, and half of them were old and weak women and children, although these wild women and children were not as fragile as the women and children on the mainland, but in front of the professional soldiers, they were still slaughtered like mowing grass.

The savages began to flee in all directions, most of them frightened old and weak women and children, but there was also no shortage of sturdy men. The flight of these people further exacerbated the rout of the army, and more savages abandoned their weapons and fled, and the hard-footed people, troglodytes, and the Silkeans in bronze scale armor all scattered their legs, and only the giant on the mammoth still insisted, but it was like a fur-covered island in a raging sea of blood, which was extinguished or captured one by one.

During the battle, it was not known who set the tent on fire, and in the midst of the shouts of slaughter, flames rose from tent to tent, and some large pine trees also burned. In the smoke, a group of knights rushed out in a wedge-shaped queue, straddling armored war horses, the flag fluttering above their heads was the most eye-catching, and the Ouroboros in the black void.

Under the banner, a white-armored knight riding a tall horse stepped out of the crowd, the knight looked very young, with black hair and black eyes, holding a long sword, and did not look very strong, but when everyone faced him, it seemed to face thousands of troops.

At this moment, everyone knows who this is, Sauron Melkor, who single-handedly swept away the nobles of the four realms, the new ruler of Westeros, the supreme king!

On the Great Wall, all the Night's Watch knelt on one knee and touched the hilt of their swords with their foreheads to greet their king.

Some strong savage warriors tried to kill the king, but before they could get close to each other, they were pierced through their hearts by a dense barrage of arrows.

The archers behind King Sauron raised their bows and fired a volley, killing dozens of people in one round.

This further exacerbated the panic of the savages.

"Hold on! Don't give up! Mance, the king of the Outer Fortresses, kept roaring and screaming as he ran back and forth trying to contain the collapsing army of savages, temporarily containing the further deterioration of the form.

"Spearhead formation." Mance shouted, "Follow me, wedge queue." Then he grabbed his mount in his heel, and galloped across the field, slaying his enemy, King Sauron.

Under the gaze of the night watchman on the Wall, in the center of the warband, the king of the Outer Fortress, Mance, stood tall on his horseshoe, his red and black cloak and crow's wing helmet stood out, and he raised his sword, and the people gathered with it, and rushed forward in a wedge line with guns, swords, and axes under his loud shouts.

The strength of this group of descendants of the king of the outside world is amazing, and the cavalry army that is densely packed to meet them is forced to kill a bloody way, they are like a sharp battle axe, struggling to split the black wave.

The wildlings howled and rushed at their foes, waving their weapons at King Sauron, their cheeks flushed with excitement and fear.

And then, it's over.

As the horse galloped, a silver bolt of lightning streaked through the air, and the ice that Valéli had just created pierced Mance's heart in an instant, and a silver blade poked out from behind his back.

The King of the Outer Fortress glanced at the silver sword on his chest painfully, smiled bitterly, and fell to the ground without saying a word. Immediately, the torrent of steel extinguished the last resistance.

The death of the King of the Fortress completely crushed the army of the savages, most of them chose to disarm and surrender, and only a small part fled in the direction of the north, where they once fled, but many of them were destined to be pierced by spears from behind, and blood was spilled on this land that they once had hoped for.

When the final trumpet sounded, the knights began to charge in groups, chasing down the remnants of the enemy, and the victory was assured, and the knights began to cheer: "Long live King Sauron!" Long live King Zoro! Long live King Zoro! ”

On the other side, the thick oak gate at the bottom of the Great Wall burst open under the traction of the noose......