"Sir Jaime...... Turnstile ...... It's been put down!"

"I see it!" Jaime replied angrily, turning his head to look at the thousands of wild men huddled in the doorway, and understood why Mormont had given this order: the renovated and walled Castle Black was much stronger, but at the cost of it being reduced to a fraction of its original size, and the garrison of more than a thousand night watchmen and land-giving militia was already full...... If these wildlings were allowed to pass through the Great Wall without completing their disarming, even if they were lucky enough not to bring in the pile of ghosts outside the fence, it would be a huge threat to Castle Black.

What's more, the human predators outside the fence have already begun to bang on doors and climb wooden walls, and if the sluice is raised to allow entry, there will be no one to fight those things......

Instead of opening the gates, letting a bunch of people crowd at the door to grab the qualification to enter, and then facing the slaughter with their backs to the enemy, it is better to let none of them in and force everyone to take up arms and resist!

Jaime was born into a family and was able to figure this out from a big vantage point, but that didn't mean that the other night watchmen who accompanied him out of the wall to carry out orders, as well as those who had just escaped from the ghost forest, could also understand it. Crowds of wildlings gathered around the lowered gates, roaring angrily, protesting, and even calling for the gates to be lifted in lingua franca, archaic language, and other words that Jaime did not understand.

"Silence!" the monarch slayer stood in front of the gate and shouted loudly, "Even if you raise the gate, we will only have a tenth of us at most escape, take up arms, and fight off the ghosts chasing you, and we will have a chance to live!"

"What are you trying to command us?"

"Just a goddamn crow!

With the crisp sound of the weapon unsheathed and a flash of sword light, the wild man who had raised the stick towards Jaime fell bloodied. Jaime killed the enemy with one blow, realizing that he couldn't reason with the wild men in front of him at all, holding the blood-dripping steel sword, took a deep breath and organized the language, and then scolded: "You son of a bitch wild man! Now there are two choices, either pick up your weapon and drive the hellish thing outside the wall back, and then pass the wall safely, or I will hack you to death like this guy on the ground!"

Jaime never imagined that he would one day blurt out such an impossibly rude expletive, but the insults and threats worked incredibly well—looking at his blood-dripping sword, and the rest of the black-clad soldiers around him, the lingua franca was the first to fall silent, and they relayed Jaime's words in the ancient language to the unintelligible Cypriots and the last few giants...... Slowly, everyone turned and took up their weapons, facing the wooden wall that was already crumbling under the onslaught of the ghouls.

It wasn't that Jaime was moved by his eloquence or that he had suddenly changed his mind, but the situation was now very clear: the gates of Castle Black had been repaired with more iron bars, so strong and heavy that they could never be opened in a short time, and the ghouls behind them were about to break through the wall. This battle is not to obey the command of the blonde "crow" or to protect humanity, but to fight for the survival of himself and his fellow clansmen.

Amid the cold and snow, the wildlings and dozens of night watchmen huddled in the wooden fence picked up the best weapons they could find, lighting as many fires and torches as they could......

Before they could finish their preparations, the gate of the wooden fence was the first to be overwhelmed by the onslaught of hundreds of ghouls, and the enemy rushed in with a loud bang.

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"Jaime is locked up outside the Wall?" Egg gasped when he heard this, "Why is it him?"

The soldier who was caught and questioned shook his head innocently: "There is no reason...... Today...... It's his turn to be on duty today. ”

It's not good, it's not good—Egger is nervous, Jaime is a Ranger captain, and seems happy to play this role, and it makes perfect sense that he is dutiful and dutiful, and that he is completely obedient to the orders of his superiors, and that it is perfectly reasonable to carry out the task of going out of the wall to collect the weapons of the wildlings.

He thought of himself as an ordinary Ranger captain, but if something happened, it would be more than just sacrificing a mid-level officer of the Night's Watch for the Night's Watch and the world...... If Tywin thinks this is a story that the Northerners have made up after killing his son, the Seven Kingdoms will be in chaos!

Mormont also realized the seriousness of the problem: "We have to find a way to get him back." ”

"He's not going to come up alone, he's going to bring up all the oil drums in the warehouse, and we're going to have to fight off this wave of ghouls at all costs. Iger understood Jaime's temperament and shook his head. It would be nice if King's Landing's solidified wildfires were here, Nina had arranged for ships to send them to the East Sea not long ago, but the Legion had been busy receiving wildlings these days, and they simply couldn't spare the manpower to transport those dangerous goods. "Try to surround the wooden fence with fire, and use this opportunity to cover the brothers below to pass the Great Wall!"

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The wooden fence served as a place to collect the weapons of the savages, and all kinds of tools and equipment were available, and the few remaining giants, all the savage warriors and spear women quickly armed themselves to protect the young boys and girls who were not fighting in the inner circle...... Most of them did not hold swords, but lit torches in bonfires and armed themselves with flames.

The ghouls swerved through the fallen gate and swayed towards the people in a mass in the wooden fence.

"Don't huddle together!" Jaime yelled, "Spread out, rush!"

If the crowd continues to shrink into a ball like this, even if the ghouls are ignited by the flames, they can still threaten the protected in the inner circle. The sober ones among the savages also reacted, and were the first to roar and follow.

"Kill!"

"Taste the taste of being grilled!"

“@#￥%&！”

The roars of all kinds of languages and tones, the neighing of ponies in Sebei, the barking of hounds, and the thunderous voices of giants were mixed together, and people could no longer distinguish each other. A medium-sized ghoul with tattered fur was the fastest, rushing into the crowd first, its strength increased after the ghoul was transformed, but its agility was greatly reduced, Jaime dodged sideways, the arm muscles instantly tensed under the armor to be as solid as steel, and the steel sword sliced into the side of the ghoul's neck, almost cutting off its head.

The corpse wolf fell to the ground heavily, and was stabbed by the savages who rushed up behind him with countless torches, and quickly turned into a ball of active flames, knocking down several people and then making no sound.

The Emperor's skill and bravery contained the rout, and the surrounding savage warriors and spearwomen who had barely mustered up the courage to fight offered some cooperation. Driven by the instinct of self-preservation, the savages began to spontaneously move closer to protect the monarch killer, gritting their teeth and fighting a bloody battle with the non-human opponent in front of them.

And the roars and shouts of these warriors inspired those who were afraid behind, and under the chain reaction, many young savages who were huddled in the crowd also boiled with blood and roared to join the battle.

A roar of rage, accompanied by a sword, a hammer, or a torch, and then the quick-reacting ones are still able to dodge the ghouls' counterattack to deal with the next enemy, and the slow-reacting ones are pounced and blood splattered...... There were heavy casualties, but this was how untrained savages fought.

Enemies continued to pour in through the breached gates, and the battle quickly progressed from the fence gate to the camp, and the few giants who were so unresponsive that they didn't know how to retreat instantly became islands in the tide of ghouls, and were overwhelmed by the enemy's numbers. Every few seconds, a living person falls, and a ghoul rises into flames and turns into a ball of fire. In addition to the shouts and roars, the sound of torches striking flesh, corpse oil being roasted by high temperatures exploding from flesh, and steel and bones colliding is also added to play an eerie symphony.

Thankfully, there are no strangers joining the fight. With the attackers all ghouls, the living side has a back-to-back fight...... Perhaps it was said that the counterattack against the back wall effectively contained the intention of the enemy to slaughter the enemy who rushed in from outside the fallen wooden door.

Unfortunately, although they briefly fought their momentum, they did not change their situation that they had no way to retreat and nowhere to escape, and these warriors could not fight a bloody path, but could only fight and fight the ghouls with their blood and blood, hoping that the commander of Castle Black would be merciful and raise the iron gate.

And as the surrounding wooden walls crumble and fall, the waddling figure of the corpse giant appears at the edge of the Ghost Forest, and the balance of victory will soon tip in favor of the dead.

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