Game of Thrones: I loaded the Witcher system

Once the order is given, there is no chance of regret.

After Clay returned to the room prepared for him by the Night's Watch, he immediately summoned all the northern nobles who had followed him.

The level of science and technology these days is very different, and real-time communication is impossible on the battlefield. Therefore, in order to avoid the commander losing contact with each unit at the beginning of the war and still achieve the war goal, the generals need to advance in advance. communicate.

Clay called everyone into his room to assign combat tasks to them in advance. The battle would start tomorrow and the problem would be solved in one battle.

Several thick candles were lit, illuminating the small room brightly. With his back against the bonfire, Clay tapped his fingers on the cold table, quietly waiting for everyone to arrive.

These are all his officers, and he has enough patience with these people. After all, the real battlefield command and his own will must be implemented well by them. It is unrealistic to expect the soldiers to understand and execute them.

After everyone had arrived, Clay pointed to the seat and motioned for the last person to sit down. After looking around, he chuckled:

"Everyone, the Great Wall of Despair is a good place. You have to cover your pants tightly when you sleep tonight. Otherwise, it's hard to say whether your things will still be usable when you get up early tomorrow morning."

The rough old men showed mysterious smiles. Everyone was very protective of their brothers. At that moment, the whole room was filled with strange "hehe" laughter, which triggered the night watch soldiers to think.

"Okay, let's stop talking nonsense. Now, let's talk about tomorrow's events."

Clay suppressed his smile, and the officers who were familiar with Clay's temper also calmed down knowingly. They were familiar with their commanders. When they were relaxed, they could joke around casually, but once they got serious, everyone had to start a fight. Spirit.

"Master Clay, are we sure we want to fight?"

As Clay's deputy, Earl Glover knew more than others, but he did not know the specific situation outside the wall. Only Clay, the commander who made the decision, knew this key information.

"Yes, the savages have closed the window for peace talks with their own hands, so there is no need for us to be polite to them. We have already decided to prepare tomorrow morning. Tonight, we will send out scouts, led by rangers who are familiar with the terrain, to go north from the Great Wall to observe them. Camp.”

"See blood?"

"Let me tell you something. Any wild man who discovers our army's scouts will send them to see the old gods with bows, arrows and swords. The reconnaissance tonight is very important, so keep your spirits up. Do you understand?"

"I understand!"

All the legions in the room shouted in unison. They already understood that their young commander had made up his mind to go to war, and calling them here now was to prepare for the war.

They all know in their hearts that Clay Manderly always likes to maximize the suddenness of his own offensive when fighting. Whether it is the several battles south to attack the Lannister, or the current wildling annihilation battle, it is the same.

Just now they were asking "Will there be blood?", which actually meant whether or not to kill the other side's scouts. If they didn't intend to take action, then just drive them away and there was no need to go all out.

But if there is going to be blood, it means that Clay Mandler's purpose is very clear, to pluck out all the eyes placed on the periphery of the wildlings, which is the usual posture before a large-scale cavalry charge.

"Earl Glover, go down and make arrangements. There must be enough food tomorrow morning to ensure the strength of the soldiers. Also, at six o'clock tomorrow morning, the ice wall passage of Castle Black will be opened. As a forward, you will lead a thousand people out of the city. "

Clay continued to issue combat orders. The food in the military camp was different from the food before the war. It was not a deprivation meal, but the physical exertion on the battlefield was very high, and there must be enough energy to replenish it.

"After your troops go out first, immediately move toward the back of the hill in the northeast direction. The Night Watch Rangers will take you to that location. We will meet again after I lead the main force out of the city."

"Okay, Master Clay, I will finish it on time."

"Remember, be silent, be quiet, and don't be discovered. The goal of your team is to intercept the escape route of the savages."

Clay pointed to the detailed map spread on the oak table. The Night's Watch Legion had surveyed the terrain inside and outside the Great Wall for thousands of years. This map may be the most exquisite one in the Seven Kingdoms.

He drew a line with his finger north of Castle Black and shifted toward the northeast, and continued:

"Don't join the frontal battlefield yet. I believe that four thousand people will be enough to overwhelm them. There are ice sheet crevices in the northwest, and the terrain is rugged. As long as they still have brains, they will not run in that direction."

Clay clicked on the northeast corner of the map, at the top of Stodd's Corner, near the Shivering Sea, the largest fortress and largest ruin of the savages, Hardhome.

"They will not cross the Antler River again, otherwise they will be close to what they call the Army of the Dead. Therefore, they will definitely evacuate to the northeast. As for those who choose to run west, as long as there are not many people, ignore them."

He raised his eyes, stared at Earl Glover who was holding his breath and staring at the map, and gave the final order:

"It's not possible to stop them. Hold them back. You are lone wolves. The purpose is to make the prey bleed, slow down the escape, and wait for the wolves to rush up and deliver a fatal blow."

"Remember, we can eat as many people as you can hold. Wherever Mance Rayder is, we will chase him. We must smash him and let him only see my flag. Able to kneel.”

"Frozen to death in the wasteland, or kneeling under my flag, these are the only two options."

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The night passed quickly. No matter whether people could fall asleep or not, time was still flowing forward stubbornly. Finally, it woke up the morning sun from the sea and shone in front of the gate of Castle Black.

It is now eight o'clock. In more than an hour, Earl Glover's thousand men have left the Great Wall north and sneaked towards the northeast. Now, Clay's main force is leaving the city.

One by one, war horses, with well-equipped knights on their backs, walked out of the towering Great Wall of Impasse, puffing out white smoke.

This time, Commander-in-Chief Mormont followed Clay into the battle with three hundred Night's Watchmen, while Jon Snow was placed behind the scenes by Commander-in-Chief Mormont as the temporary commander of Castle Black.

"Lord Clay, in more than three hours, the entire army will be able to leave the city. The 800 heavy armored knights in the forward line have already completed their formation."

A messenger came to report to Clay. Clay was stationed in front of the city gate and made eye contact with every soldier who left the city. Although this was just a trivial matter in normal times, on the battlefield, there was no such thing. Little things.

The outside scouts of the savage camp had long been stunned by the interception troops that suddenly left the city last night. A night of brutal fighting had turned Mance Rayder into a complete blind man regarding the Great Wall.

Due to his inefficient command system, the savage leader in charge of the scouts slept too hard last night and only found out about it this morning. However, he didn't realize anything and wandered towards Mance Ray. Go that way.

In a chaotic meeting, the savage leaders quarreled over supplies and next arrangements. Some were hoping for peace talks, while others were blushing and going to attack the city. They were quarreling with each other.

In this way, the quarrel lasted until almost noon, when Mance Rayder, who was extremely heavy-headed, finally had time to ask the sleepy wildling leader about the scouts.

When he got the answer, the Savage King, who was once a member of the Night Watch and knew what a battlefield was in the south, instantly turned ugly.

Just as he was about to ask carefully, he heard a loud noise outside the tent and the faint sound of horse hooves.

His heart trembled. Mance Rayder had already rushed out of the tent while the other wildling leaders were stunned. However, it was already too late.

The heavily armored knights under the banners of direwolves and mermaids were already urging their horses with all their strength and were charging towards the camp.

This group of savages did not expect the group charge of the cavalry they met, so they were not even prepared for a single horse or trap to block the cavalry charge.

Therefore, the horse's hooves splashed with broken snow, and the sword was unsheathed.

Amidst the shouts of "For the North, for Lord Clay", the forward eight hundred heavy armored cavalry rushed into the center of the savage camp.

They don't need to work hard to slash with their swords. Their only role is to rush forward and crush all enemies in front of them.

Behind them, Clay's main force of 3,200 cavalry formed a fan-shaped formation and charged towards the savage camp. They were the main force reaping lives.