Jon didn't know how many words he had spoken, how many orders he had given, and how many wildlings he had killed in one night. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info All he knew was that by the time dawn came, his hands were completely paralyzed. The crooked fingers lose the ability to move and can only be bitten with their teeth to change posture slightly. White Spirit leaned over and asked Jon to put his hand under its fur and warm them with his own body heat. There was no way to use his hands, so Jon leaned down and took a bite of snow on the ground and held it in his mouth.

"Here, Jon, drink some hot wine. Sam's voice rang in his ears. Jon turned his head and spat out the ice from his mouth to say thank you. But his throat hurt so badly that he couldn't make any sound, so in the end he didn't say anything, just let Sam raise the jug and pour it into his mouth.

Sam's mouth and legs were shaking, as were his hands, so a lot of warm wine spilled into Jon's neck. It doesn't matter, it's already soaked with sweat, frozen, and melted again, and it's been repeated many times, so it doesn't matter if you have more wine. "Master Yimon came up, and he said he wanted to see you. ”

Jon quickly wiped his mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "Take me quickly." How did you...... Let the old man come up?"

Sam had a painful expression on his face that resembled crying, "Master Aemon said that he must come up and see the army of savages, and I can't persuade him. His eyes were already big, and he couldn't see when it was dark, so it wouldn't be a big problem when it was dawn. ”

Master Aemon stood leaning on the base of the trebuchet, squinting his eyes and looking out. He saw Jon and smiled at him, "Come here, your hands need to be bandaged and remedicated." I guess you can't move now, right?"

"It's okay, you can still draw a bow and shoot arrows, no problem. ”

"Then you have to think about it in the future, after all, you can't just draw a bow, you also have to use a sword. Master Aemon said, "Stop talking nonsense, reach over your hand." ”

Jon obediently complied, and when he untied the bandage, he felt as if his skin was about to be peeled off, and his heart ached. He looked at Master Aemon, the old man's eyes were no longer so cloudy, but the tired look of age was still there. "Master Aemon, do we have a future?"

"I'm afraid I don't have it anymore, but you certainly still have, you're still young. Master Aemon brought the ointment and applied it to Jon's hand, then rubbed it vigorously. Dry skin and folded skin rub together until they are both hot. "As long as you are young, you will have a future. Even the savages have a future. ”

Jon lowered his head, holding back the feeling of sobbing, "I'm sorry," he said, wiping his eyes with his fingers, "I'm sorry I let you down." ”

"You've done a great job, we've never been disappointed, at least not me, and neither have Sam. The old man reached out and rubbed Jon's black hair, tugging at it vigorously. "What a good lad, a good bunch of lads. ”

"But I brought back a ...... Savages. I'm ...... her" Jon's throat hurts, he wants to say love, but he can't.

"I can see that you two are in love. If you want me to say, it's a mistake to break your vows, but it's never a mistake to love each other. I've loved so many people. Master Aemon said, "Don't look at me as old now, but when I was young, I was also a prince, and I was the wisest and most dashing." I have loved the scent of spring flowers, the warmth of summer, the fullness of autumn and the coldness of winter, and they have loved me too. Now, I love you too, I love this cold wall, I love the people on both sides of this wall. Love is never wrong. ”

Jon was surprised, "On both sides of the Wall, Master Ammon, do you love savages too?"

Master Aemon smiled, bent down to take the bandage from Sam's hand, and slowly wrapped it around Jon's hand: "Son, my master once told me that a person can only hear one voice in his life, and that is the echo of his own heart. So Jon, the key is not what you hear from me, it's what your heart has to say. What do you think from me, what do you think?"

"I ...... I think ......" Jon closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was a lot of strength and determination in them. "I don't think the wildlings are our real enemies, the strangers are! Of course, we can't let the wildlings who climb the wall win, but if the strangers win, then our efforts today will still be in vain!"

Master Aemon bent Jon's fingers over and helped him into a fist. "What a pair of young and powerful hands, recovering so quickly. He told Sam to stand up straight, "Okay, I'm going to see the other wounded." Jon, Elisha, they're planning to freeze the passage in ice. ”

"No!" Jon had already figured out the key, and said, "If all the wildlings were to the north, they would all become ghouls and strangers!I couldn't seal the gates!I'd rather fight stupidly than die for being lazy!I had to go down like this!Master Amon, you command." You have dedicated your life to the Great Wall, and people will follow you. ”

"I'm a sworn maester with a choker, and it's my duty to serve, Jon. We scholars give advice, not commands. ”

"Somebody has to ......"

"And you, you have to lead everyone and make choices. Remember, Severed Palm Colin chose you, and Commander-in-Chief Mormont made you his officer. You are a child of Winterfell, nephew of Banyan Stark, you are the Night's Watchman, and the brethren believe in you. Master Aemon patted the back of Sam's chubby hand, "I just need to command him." ”

Jon nodded, no longer hesitating. He looked outside the city walls, and the wildlings began to retreat. It's not all, but it's a good sign. I remember my father once said that if one wild man starts to retreat, they will all eventually retreat.

Mansred may be able to organize another attack, but that will be next time. This time, the Night's Watch won the first breath-holding match against the Freedfolk, giving them a hard-earned respite. The Night's Watch was scarred, and even more so the Freedmen. Mance Rader now knew that storming the Wall would not lead to victory. The superiority in numbers will be completely wiped out by the tall and cold Great Wall on the frontal battlefield.

So Jon knew that the next time he wanted to win, it wouldn't be as simple as this one. The battle will not take place on the front, but elsewhere. And except for the front, the night watchman has no advantage anywhere. Even if the city gates were frozen, it would not change the situation, and it would only make the night watchman sit and wait for death. For them, there is only one chance left, and this opportunity requires a gate that can lead to the north.

He called the depressed Add. "Add, you're the calmest of them all. Prioritize the destruction of siege weapons and the fight against giants. Ice scythes are used for savages who climb walls, and oil is used to form a fire zone for the area outside the gate. I'm going to the city gate below, the Great Wall is yours!"

"My?" the sorrow on Eddie's face was like ice that couldn't be dissolved.

"Watch it, keep it. Jon jumped onto the cage, rang the bell, moved the mules below, and slowly descended. Once again, he looked down on the earth, at the black castle he called home. He had already figured out that if he wanted to truly protect the Great Wall of Desperation and make it an insurmountable obstacle to the southward movement of the Strangers, then he would have to negotiate with the Wildlings. The Night's Watch need manpower, the Wildlings need a safe home, and both have a common enemy: the Wraith.

If you can talk, then talk, but what if you can't? Jon clenched his claws. If you can't talk about it, then you have to let the Night's Watch win, not the wildlings. Mance Rader has organized an army, and he is the key to everything. He used to be a night watchman and knew what was going on on the walls, and he knew the tactics and weaknesses of the night watch. Get rid of him, and the wildlings will fall apart, and maybe at that time some of the wildlings will surrender to the Night's Watch, perhaps...... Perhaps there is a 1 in 10,000 hope that the Night's Watch will accept their surrender and thus grow their power.

But Jon knew that as long as he drew his weapon, whether Mansred was dead or not, he wouldn't be able to see that day. (To be continued.) )