Victor was a real tough guy who had seen a lot of bloody and cruel things, and he himself once killed four men with one punch and one punch to kill his favorite wife, who wept while fighting because of his affair with his brother Crow-eyed, and he never remarried again.

Such a tough guy, when he heard the "Iron Gun" of the Northerners, when he saw his Iron Warrior being poked by a spear and falling without the strength to fight back, his coldness and ruthlessness were finally moved.

The most tragic thing is not to be killed by the enemy, but to watch the enemy, full of blood and strength but powerless to resist.

The real iron people, either pay the iron money for salt concubines and wealth, or die in battle.

However, he had never seen such a long spear, nor had his warriors fought any battle with such a long spear, and there were many enemies, and in the darkness of the night they were densely surrounded on all sides, and no matter which side they looked at, they were constantly piercing with a dense stream of spears.

And his strongest knights and soldiers, no matter how fierce they are not afraid of death, cannot grab the enemy's side, and they can't even die with the enemy.

Cutting off one spear will inevitably stab two spears, and there is no way to dodge, whether it is on the causeway or in the shell ship, there is no room for the ironmen to dodge.

"Horan Reed!" Victalion, protected by layers of ironmen, roared, "Come out, I'm going to duel you." ”

No one answered Viktalion's grief and indignation.

He can accept death in battle, but he can't accept this suffocation.

He stood on the causeway, on both sides of which were his own iron people, except for the people at both ends who could engage the enemy, no matter how many others were, they could only watch, the causeway was too narrow, and only a maximum of six people could engage the enemy at a time.

The opponent's spear can have three rows of stabs, that is, eighteen spears. If the spear is broken, the spear behind it will be replaced immediately.

No matter how brave the Iron People are, they can't resist the constant stabbing of spears. Moreover, the main force fighting against them is not the Zedi people at all, but the most brave and warlike group of northerners, the elite of the elite.

The opposing spears are very long, and the opposing side is also much more numerous than them.

Both Victor Leone and Ralph Ninken went from initial shock to death to resentment and finally to helpless pathos. They were crowded by knights and soldiers, and they couldn't even go out and shop if they wanted to.

The tragic wails of the iron people who were oppressed by layers and kept stabbing to death never stopped.

Will, who had designed the spear siege of the Iron Folk in advance, had come from his own knowledge of the history of the world, and he knew that the infantry and sailors surrounded by the extra-long pikemen regiment were all dead ends in ancient and modern Chinese and foreign history.

Unless there is a rescue from cavalry with a long speed, or a gallop from the longbowmen, who are known for their rain of arrows.

In the swamps of the Neck, the cavalry and longbowmen of the Iron Folk would certainly not have been able to come to the rescue.

Seeing the Iron People being slaughtered like pigs and dogs, the enemy besieging them, and the circle shrinking smaller and smaller, Victor Talion's heart was also full of resentment towards King Balon, and he shouted again: "Holland Reed, what about your honor and ancient ways? Come out, I only want a fight!"

Horan Reed is the lord of the swamps hundreds of miles of Neck, and Eddard Stark's friend of life and death.

There was no voice from Holland Reed in reply, who was standing on the top of the Tower of the Children of the Forest watching the slaughter, his face expressionless. Next to him stood his two children: his son, Jiujian Reed, and his daughter, Mera Reed.

When Horland Reed first received Will's spear, he had no idea of the power of the spear. He was still very resistant, because of such a long gun, the soldier's turning and retreating and the retraction of the spear were all problems, and the Zedi people were short and had limited strength, and the longer the gun, the more arm strength was needed.

As it turned out, Will's pikemen had the advantage of time and place in the battle of the causeway, and in the battle of the waterway, it was even more invincible.

Jon Snow was also suspicious of training the spears of the Northern warriors, and he even had a plan to leave a gap for the Iron Folk to break out and then drive the Iron Folk into the quicksand under the leadership of the Zeddi.

Now it seems that all the back-up arrangements are redundant.

Except for a few bows and arrows that can be of little use, the enemy's swords and axes have become ornaments, and they are surrounded on all sides, and the iron fleet, which is known as the strongest combat power of the Iron People, has no power to fight back.

The blood of the fallen Iron People stained the waterways and causeways of Carlin Bay in a brutal slaughter that had not been left to the Northlanders and the Zeddi, and the blood of the fallen Iron People stained the waterways and causeways of Carlin Bay.

Even the lizards, who were excited at the smell of blood, were gone, frightened by the killing breath and the sound of shouts.

Finally, on the causeway, a dense array of spears was aimed at the last dozen or so men: Victor Leone and his dozen or so dead men.

Jon Snow and Firekiss Ygritte stood side by side, surrounded by the knights of the mighty North.

"Viktarion, I've heard that you're the toughest of irons, do you jump into the quicksand and leave a whole corpse on your own, or do we shoot you to death, then cut off your head and dry it on the castle in Carlin Bay. Ygritte said.

Jon Snow couldn't say that, but Ygritte didn't feel pressured to say it, it sounded as good as singing.

The men of the north and the men of Zedi are all laughing.

It was a pleasure to watch the heroes of the Iron Breeds choose the way they died.

Each of them didn't want Victarion to die like that, they wanted to capture him alive and then torture him for fun. It's crazy to think about being able to trample the invincible Victarion under his boots.

"Who would dare to fight me to the death?" Victor Helmet dropped, battle axe in both hands.

"You're the dead, who's going to fight the dead? You're an idiot like you? Victalion, if you want to live, surrender. One of Burton's knights laughed. It is false to accept his surrender, and it is true to catch him and torture him for fun.

Victor Snorted coldly: "Northern mongrel, I will challenge you with an axe with one hand, do you dare to come? ”

The Knight of the North and the Zedi joined in the heckling of the knight, urging the knight to go up to the showdown.

Anyway, no matter who dies among the two, everyone has a lot to watch.

The Knight of the North laughed and said, Viktarion, you have no power to challenge as a dead man, when suddenly a spear stabbed out and aimed at Viktarion's throat.

"Despicable, are you so revered of the Ancient Way?" Victalion jerked sideways, slashed his spear with an axe, and laughed out loud.

In the midst of laughter, he lunged at Jon Snow and Firekiss Ygritte, and the knights raised their spears, but Jon Snow jumped out silently, and with a sword in his hand, he slammed it at Victarion.

Ygritte was taken aback, but the warriors on both sides applauded, and countless warriors surrounded the causeway, and the sky was as bright as day with torches.

Victor's giant battle axe slashed horizontally, bringing the wind to its roar. Jon Snow lunged, the tomahawk slashed at his waist, and in the midst of the crowd's exclamations, Jon Snow suddenly rolled on the ground, swept past Victarion's side, and when he stood up, his hands were empty, and the long sword was stuck in Victarion's lower abdomen, leaving only the hilt, and the long sword pierced through Victarion's heavy armor and entire body.

With the fall of Victor Leone, the earth-shattering screams of the warriors were quieted, and Jon Snow was so strong with his sword skills and strength that he killed the god-like big man in the Iron People with just one face, and the thousands of warriors covered in blood slowly quieted down, looking at Jon Snow in disbelief...... They thought it was going to be a great battle......

Jon Snow stood in front of the dozen or so dead men left in Viktarion, his hands empty, unarmed, and fearless in the face of the dozen or so iron-blooded warriors who were the least afraid of death, Ygritte's arrows caught the bowstring, and his palms were covered with cold sweat.

More than 2,000 warriors have pinched a cold sweat for Jon Snow, and all of them are worried in their hearts, and the reputation of the Iron People has always been very bad.

"Drop your weapons, and I pledge not to kill you, in the name of the gods, old and new. Jon Snow said lightly, "You are true warriors just like us. ”

With a clang, a dozen of Victor's dead men dropped their weapons.

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ps: Recommend "Rebirth of the Strongest Farmer", technical flow, has been completed.