Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

On the neck defense line, deafening explosions erupted continuously.

In the deep darkness, gorgeous fireworks are blooming one after another.

Under the brief glow of the fire, it was seen that the snow north of the defense line was crowded with dense ghoul armies.

Every round of artillery fire can blow up countless stumps and broken arms, but such casualties are nothing compared to the almost endless number of ghouls.

They weaved through the artillery fire, facing the boulders thrown by the trebuchets, withstanding the rain of arrows falling from the sky, crossing the trenches and finally rushing under the Neck Lines.

Start climbing.

"Shoot! Shoot! ”

"Can't let them climb up!"

"Fire! Hurry up and burn them with fire! ”

……

Successive orders rang out over the defensive line.

From the very beginning, this war of humanity against the strangers has entered the most fierce and brutal stage of hand-to-hand combat.

The ghouls have no pain, no feelings, no fear, and naturally they will not be like the human army, first try and then attack, as soon as they come up, they will be overwhelming, as if they plan to use this "sea of people" tactics to completely submerge the neck defense line.

This kind of fierce charge can easily collapse a timid soldier, but fortunately, at this time, the elite soldiers from the Seven Kingdoms gathered on the neck defense line.

Many of them had experienced the Ghoul Frenzy in King's Landing, had some experience and mental preparation, and they all knew that this war was a matter of life and death for humanity, and they had no way out.

Therefore, even if the ghouls showed an extremely frantic offensive posture as soon as they came up, the soldiers on the defensive line were still able to maintain basic order and fight back in an orderly manner.

Although the establishment of the Neck Ze defense line was a little hurried and the time was not enough, the war fortress built with almost all the manpower and material resources of the Seven Kingdoms was not so easy to overcome.

Countless trebuchets, crossbows, logs, stones, and the latest artillery pieces roared and roared across hundreds of kilometers of defense, pouring fire on the army of ghouls.

Countless ghouls fell like autumn wheat, stubble by stubble.

However, ghouls are not living creatures, and some fatal injuries to humans cannot stop them from charging wildly.

Most of the ghouls who rushed to the front of the defense line were basically missing arms and legs, or even missing their heads, but they continued to charge desperately.

Anyone who sees this kind of scene will have a numb scalp and a split liver and gallbladder.

"Get rid of these disgusting things!"

Brienne Tarth, a knight from the Twilight Hall, let out a roar of rage, brandishing her swarthy sword and charging at the ghouls who had climbed up the city.

Click-

Although Brienne is a woman, her fighting style is wide open and fierce, and she is more fierce than men.

"Die!"

The sword slashed into the head of a ghoul like a red-hot iron rod into butter, easily splitting it in half.

Before the two ghoul remains could fall from the city, they melted like ice and snow in mid-air, turning into a cloud of mist and dissipating into darkness.

This is the restraint of dragon crystal weapons against ghouls.

In order to prepare for this war, the dragon crystal mines of the entire Dragonstone Island were dug up.

Countless weapons made of dragon crystals were distributed to front-line soldiers before the battle, becoming their most advantageous weapon against ghouls.

"Hold on! Don't back down! ”

Duke Edmure Tully is the lord of the Riverlands, but he is still at the forefront of the battle.

When the soldiers saw this, they suddenly swelled, and the fear in their hearts subsided a lot.

"Kill the crumbs! Take back our homeland! ”

As the lord of the North, Count Jon Amber naturally has the deepest hatred for the Strangers.

He wielded two specially made dragon crystal giant axes, wielding them so impenetrable that they resembled a walking meat grinder, and the ghouls were crushed by the giant axes as soon as they emerged from the city walls.

Not only them, at this moment, in the face of the overwhelming army of ghouls, the nobles from the Seven Kingdoms, whether they are as scheming as Frey or as sinister and vicious as Burton, are all fighting at the forefront.

No matter what they had in their hearts before, they had to unite under the pressure of the ghouls.

Because they finally realized that once the Neck Line collapsed, then Westeros was finished.

The Seven Kingdoms will be swept by ghouls and become a ghost plague of death and ice.

At this moment, whether it is a nobleman, a soldier, or an ordinary citizen, they all burst out to their maximum potential under the threat of death.

Countless arrows, boulders, and artillery flew in mid-air, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers fought desperately on the defensive line, causing great casualties to the ghouls.

Of course, the most terrifying attack power is the dragon.

One white, one black and one green, the three dragons soared back and forth along the Neck Line from the place where the battle began, and the flames they spat out were like flaming swords falling from the sky, plowing out the gullies of death in the boundless tide of corpses.

Countless ghouls let out a high-pitched howl in the flames, turning into ashes and smoke and disappearing into heaven and earth.

Each dragon breath elicited a roar of cheers among the defenders.

At such a moment of life and death, in the face of such a terrible enemy, the presence of the dragon gave the human soldiers great psychological comfort.

The white dragon Cleopatra, in particular, spewed flames like a tidal wave, and the soldiers could feel the heat even from miles away.

In the cold winter wind and snow, they seem to be in a furnace.

Perhaps the performance of Aegon Targaryen in the Battle of "Burning Plains" was nothing more than that.

As a result, some people gradually gave Cleopatra the nickname "White Death".

Hopefully, this "White Death" will help them defeat the ghosts from the land of eternal winter in the north and return to Westeros in the middle of summer.

There are countless ghouls who have died under the dragon's fire, but unfortunately, the number of ghouls is still too large, even if there are countless casualties, there is no end to the corpse tide.

As if they were truly endless, they poured out of the darkness of the north, and rushed to the front of the line with arrows, boulders, artillery, and dragon flames, and made close contact with the defenders.

This was a great test for the soldiers.

Not only is the ghoul painless and fearless of death an extremely formidable opponent, but what is worse is that once a human soldier is killed by a ghoul, he will stand up again under the influence of ice magic, become a member of the army of ghouls, and attack his former companions.

The most terrifying thing is that ghouls are tireless and do not seem to need to eat or rest, they can launch a desperate charge day and night, while humans cannot be in constant combat mode.

Before the battle, the Kingdom Command had also considered this, dividing the defenders on the defensive line into three batches and taking turns to fight each other.

But even so, as time passed, the human defenders inevitably became tired and slack.

In the face of a seemingly never-ending tide of ghouls, this slackness is fatal.

After holding out for two days, a defensive line east of Carlin Bay was finally accidentally broken through by the ghouls, and the surging army of the dead poured in like a tide, and the human soldiers and the people in the rear collapsed in an instant.

"Can't be returned! No refund! Resist! Resist Lao Tzu! ”

Count Matus Rowan roared hoarsely, in charge of the defense here.

But his voice was so fragile and ethereal in the face of the surging corpse tide, and seeing that the situation was critical, a huge white figure suddenly fell in the sky.

Rumble!

Cleopatra landed in front of the line of defense, using her massive body to block the breach of the ghoul army, and at the same time it opened its huge mouth, and orange-red flames erupted from the depths of its throat, sweeping through the darkness in front of it, reducing countless ghouls to ashes.

"Quick! Hurry up and go up! ”

Count Matus hurriedly took this opportunity to gather his army.

Samwell also stood on the back of the white dragon, and the giant sword in his hand radiated a dazzling brilliance, like a small sun, piercing the deep night, as if it could bring people the hope of victory.

"Warriors of the Seven Kingdoms, we can't retreat! Because behind us is our home, our loved ones, everything we love. I, Samwell Caesar, will fight with you until the very end, until the moment of victory! ”

The king's voice calmed the scattered morale of the army, and the soldiers, facing the direction of the light, gathered again and began to re-strengthen the defensive line and continue the battle.

"Your Majesty, how many of these things are there!" Count Matus found the king and couldn't help muttering.

"What? Are you scared? ”

"Of course not!" Count Matus reflexively said, "I'm just worried that if this continues, the soldiers may not be able to hold on." ”

"It's going to be a tough test, but we're going to win in the end."

The king's tone was flat, but there was a strong sense of confidence.

When Count Matus heard this, the hesitation in his heart could not help but dissipate like smoke, let alone the other young nobles.

In their hearts, King Caesar was simply a god-like figure, and when they heard such words, they were even more excited and unable to control themselves, and they echoed loudly, declaring that they would fight to the end.

Samwell watched as the defenders regained their fighting spirit and secured their defensive lines, with a satisfied look on his face.

But when he turned his gaze back to the deep darkness of the north, he finally revealed a trace of worry.

Of course, Samwell knew that he could not show such emotions in front of outsiders, and as the king of the Seven Kingdoms, the hero of the people of Westeros, and the last hope against the strangers, he had to maintain a strong self-confidence and calm posture.

Otherwise, the morale of the entire defense line will collapse.

Seeing that the defense line was re-established, Samwell mounted the white dragon and took off again.

As time passed, there were more and more similar "breaches", and the three dragons cruined back and forth, acting as firefighters, but they still could not stop the gradual instability of the neck defense line.

Seeing that the defensive line was on the verge of collapsing, Samwell became anxious and rode back to Carlin Bay and entered the battle headquarters.

"Your Majesty!" The officers of the command stood up and saluted.

Samwell waved his hand to signal that they should not be polite, and then asked directly:

"How's it going?"

The commander-in-chief of the battle, Count Randolph Tully, replied:

"It was worse than we expected. The time is too short, the defensive line built is not tall enough, and the weapons prepared are not sufficient, especially artillery ammunition, and the reserves are almost bottoming out. And the number of ghouls is far beyond our expectations, and now it seems that if we continue to fight at this intensity, I am afraid that the neck line will not last for three days. ”

Samwell nodded, helpless about it.

In fact, the power of the current artillery can only be said to be unsatisfactory, and the production speed of artillery shells is too slow, far from keeping up with the speed of consumption at the front.

He took the hot wine from his attendant, took a sip, and made up his mind to use the most important weapon against the Wraiths.

"Command the whole army to use [Wildfire]!"

"Yes!"

As the orders were conveyed one after another, countless people in the rear began to carefully transport ceramic jars covered with black cloth to the front line.

As the masterpiece of fire warlocks, Wildfire has long been known as a terrifying explosive.

However, due to the complexity of the preparation process and the high price of the material, this terrible substance is not common.

During the Battle of Blackwater, Tyrion Lannister used Wildfire on the largest scale, and made people realize the great potential of this terrible substance in warfare.

However, the [Wildfire] used by Tyrion is a treasure of the Targaryen family for hundreds of years, and it will be extremely expensive to remake it.

Fortunately, the scholars of Coben University used brandy as a basic ingredient to develop a low-profile version of [Wildfire], although it is not as powerful as the original, but it is easier to make and consumes less.

Because ghouls are afraid of fire, when preparing for this big war, Samwell deliberately asked Scholar Coben to preside over the creation of a large number of [wildfires] as a secret weapon against ghouls.

It's just that I didn't expect that not long after the start of this offensive and defensive battle, the form of the battlefield deteriorated dramatically, and human beings had to use this weapon in advance.

"Be careful, don't fall!"

"Hurry up, move faster!"

The men transported the cans of Wildfire to the front line, and the soldiers placed the cans on catapults.

With a muffled thud, the cans were tossed into the air, over the neck line and into the tide of ghouls.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of jars shattering came and went, and it was clearly audible on the battlefield.

Unintelligent ghouls naturally don't know what these things are, and still continue to charge forward.

The original Wildfire exploded after being violently impacted, but it was not optimized by Scholar Coben.

But in terms of flammability, the two are comparable.

"Change the rocket! Shoot! ”

"Fire! Fire! ”

As the flaming rockets and shells filled with explosives fell into the tide of corpses, and the [wildfire] flowing on the snow, the green flames burst instantly.

The soldiers on the line heard only a short, high-pitched whistling, as if someone was gasping for breath in their ears.

After a heartbeat, the gasp turned into a howl.

Twenty or thirty meters tall green devils rose from the northern snow, lazily stretching their arms of flame and devouring everything in their vicinity.

In front of the Neck Ridge Line, it was as if a gate of hell had been opened.

(End of chapter)