Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

A cold wind blew through the hills.

A tall, misshapen weirwood tree grew above the abandoned house. When the cold wind blew by, its dark red leaves and pale branches were covered with a layer of white frost.

Frost-covered fingers slowly climbed up the weirwood, and the world became cold.

A shadow passed through the dark clouds. It was an eagle with blue-gray wings, patrolling the night sky.

Varamir the Six-Shaped Man was named because he could control three wolves, a snow bear, a shadow lynx and an eagle. He was a powerful shapechanger who had made great achievements north of the Great Wall over the years. In his name, a dozen villages paid protection fees to Varamyr. He was an ally of Mance Rayder, and after the appearance of the wights, he joined Mance's army heading south.

With the help of Varamyr, the army led by Mance escaped the pursuit of the wights and the rangers heading north. It was because of his reconnaissance that the wildling army was saved from the disaster of the rangers led by Mormont being besieged by the wights in the Fist of the First Men.

Now, Varamir is also using his eagle to detect any unusual movements in the north under the strange weather.

The results are chilling.

The originally empty Baishu Village that the savages passed through on their way south was no longer empty, with black shadows walking through the snow. The blue eyes were like wandering lights in the night, and the shadows were covered with white frost, just like their bodies, which were as pale as snow.

Not people, not raiders, not crows, just corpses. Corpses in action.

Suddenly, one by one, they raised their heads, cold blue light flashed, and the corpses looked at the eagle in the sky with weird and strange blue eyes.

Varamir, the six-shaped man, suddenly felt a cold shock, as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into the water of a frozen lake.

Chilling to the bone.

The shapeshifter's soul returned to his body, threw up his head and screamed. The sound was shrill, terrifying, and full of pain. Varamyr fell to the ground and struggled and rolled, the shadow lynx hissed sharply, the three wolves roared into the void, and the snow bear rolled in the camp and hit the trees blindly.

Hundreds of crows squawked across the sky.

The scream made Mance's teeth sore. His face turned pale, but he kept his cool: "Damn it, what are you doing? Quinn, Ha Ma, Tormund, come and cover his mouth with me!" "

Varamyr twitched and trembled on the ground.

"I'll do it!"

"Giant Bane" Tormund strode forward upon hearing the sound, and hit the weary Varamir on the head with his sandbag-sized fist, knocking him unconscious.

This time it actually had an effect. The commotion of the animals of the "Six-shaped Man" gradually subsided, but they were still neighing uneasily.

Everyone in the tent looked at Tormund.

Tormund pursed his lips and told Mance, "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

Not long after, Varamyr woke up leisurely. For the first moment, he looked like a frightened hare. It wasn't until he felt that his beast was still there that his face showed a sinister look: "They are coming! From the north. , coming from Custer’s Fortress and White Tree Village!”

"White Walkers," Harma frowned, "Custer's fortress? Didn't you say that White Walkers won't come from there?"

Quinn cursed: "Damn, those crows must have killed Custer. God damn crows!"

Varamyr said: "The days are getting shorter, the nights are getting longer, the weather is getting colder, and they are getting stronger. This weird weather! Mance, we must get out of here quickly! There is no time. ! A life-or-death attack!"

"How long until they arrive?" Mance tried his best to stay calm. "The White Walkers never come out when the sun is shining. If you survive tonight, there will be another day tomorrow."

"Baishu Village is a day's journey from here." Ha Ma replied, "But with this damn weather, the sun won't shine tomorrow."

Varamyr said: "The wights never tire, they never rest!"

Tormund said: "The Crows are few, they have swallowed Mance's bait, they can't stop us."

The people in the camp were a little anxious.

Mance's wife, who was about to give birth, poked her head out of the tent: "Jal brought thousands of people and mammoths to dig out the abandoned fortress. They may have dug through the city gate. Why not send someone on horseback to find out the news?"

As Dana's words came out, everyone in the tent looked at the corner of the tent. There was Mance's wife who was about to give birth, as well as weapons, including daggers, daggers, bows and arrows, and a bronze-tipped spear. The most eye-catching thing is a huge black horn.

Varamyr: "Damn it, we wasted a lot of time looking for the Horn of Winter. If only we had gone south earlier."

Mance said: "Varamir, you have to know that if we can find the horn and blow it hard, we can climb over the ruins." Of course, if they find the horn, they will use it to threaten the defenders of the Great Wall. , if the Great Wall falls, what else can stop the White Walkers?

Varamir said: "But we didn't find it, this damn Great Wall!"

"Haha, I can hear someone being scared, Six-Shaped Man?" Tormund laughed.

Varamyr became angry: "You!"

Tormund took a wine bag from his waist, pulled out the stopper, and took a big sip: "Mance, no matter what, there is no time to hesitate."

Mance seemed to be waiting for this sentence: "Go and call Mago and the others. They should also be aware of the threat of the White Walkers. Organize the people and don't blow the horns. Let the boys and old people chop wood and continue to build Make a noise, there is no moonlight today, and when we have all the men, we will attack at night!"

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Although the defenders had expected it, the darkness of the night still protected the wildlings until they were discovered by the night watchmen half a mile away.

When the horn sounded, the wildling archers were already shooting at the towers and windows. The number of arrows was amazing, but sadly, the target was seven hundred feet above their heads, and the arrows could only fall harmlessly.

But the approaching wildlings charged in a roar, mixed with drums and flutes, interweaving into a terrible movement. They learned their lesson and did not send out mammoths and cavalry. Only the wildlings hiding behind the bunkers approached. Ten years of long summers made the wildlings and the night watchmen have no shortage of meat. They did not have night blindness. Although the moonless night obscured most of the vision, when the fire was lit, everyone could see the position of the enemy.

The archers of the Great Wall were high above, and they had the advantage of hitting low from high. This advantage was more obvious at night. They aimed and fired without stopping. The catapults and crossbows loaded with rockets shot into the wildling team, bringing bursts of screams.

But the wild men's attack was more fierce than during the day. A giant held a huge wooden board high and staggered to the tortoise shield and battering ram that were destroyed at noon.

More than a hundred caltrops scattered through the air and fell in front of the giant, followed by well-prepared stones.

The giant's big wooden shield was smashed by the boulder, and the giant let out a painful roar and fell to the ground, but more people rushed out of the wooden shield, waving axes and chopping at the outer wooden door of the Great Wall Tunnel.

"Are they crazy!?"

But the wild men continued to fight and chop the door desperately.

"Fire!"

The oil barrels used to defend the gate rolled down from the seven hundred-foot-high wall. The torches ignited the cloth strips on the barrel lid, and the barrels exploded during the fall and then burst. The sky was like a rain of fire, and countless wild men screamed in the fire and rolled wildly on the ground.

"No, they are crazy, what are they doing?"

Amid the exclamations and the roar of flames, a night watchman poked his head out and looked down.

However, behind the fleeing wild men, there was another group of wild men throwing something into the flames of the defenders, and as they threw those things into the flames, the flames burned higher and more fiercely.

"It's grease, they want to burn the door open!"

In the smoke and flames, the door of the Great Wall tunnel was already burning, and the flames illuminated the city red.

The wild men's ranks were scattered, and the fronts in some areas had even collapsed, but sometimes there was a good thing at night, that is, when they couldn't see each other clearly, the wild men did not form a large-scale collapse.

And this time the wild men attacked desperately, and the echelons formed by several tribes kept pouring out. The battle area of ​​the city gate was not large. If one collapsed, a new batch of wild men would immediately continue to advance.

The night provided a good cover for the wild men.

Speaking of which, Mance's wild army was also quite embarrassing. The wild army was said to have 30,000, but there were at least 5,000 or 6,000 young men, spearwomen, and hunters who could actually fight. If the wildlings had a little method in their attack, even if they built several arrow towers with wood, or dug a defensive fortification close to the Great Wall on the frozen soil under the Great Wall, they would not be suppressed by the less than 200 defenders on the Great Wall every time they attacked the city gate, and they would not have to leave dozens of lives every time they attacked and approached the city gate.

In the final analysis, the wildling army is just a mob. They dug dozens of graves in Frostfang, but they had no subjective initiative at the foot of the Great Wall, and they didn't know to dig a fortification on the frozen soil under the Great Wall.

The Great Wall defenders were high above, attacking from high and low, and they were attacking Mance and other fools who only knew to send troops to attack the city gate. Any commander with a little brain should have figured out that the real defense force of the Great Wall was not much after the first round of attack.

Mance had five or six thousand men at his disposal, but he was still stuck at the foot of the Great Wall for half a month. It was really puzzling that the 30,000-man army was blocked outside the Black Castle by more than a hundred people and could not advance an inch.

The Night's Watchmen on the Black Castle were all old, weak, sick and disabled, and there were even newly trained villagers and women.

To be honest, if Viserys was there, he would feel sad and ashamed for Mance Rayder. Some people may think that Mance was commanding a bunch of rabble and was not guilty of war.

But to be honest, Mance Rayder was really too embarrassing.

Even if every hundred people could only set up a wooden stake on the Great Wall and throw a basket of soil, half a month would be enough to build a screen wall under the city that could withstand the boulders.

But Mance obviously had no idea about siege, and was just filling it with human lives.

Even now, he only came up with a flash of inspiration to throw grease to burn the door.

God has mercy on him. There is no shortage of meat in the wildling camp. There are many sheep and prey slaughtered every day. But he has only thought of such a solution today.

But the wildlings are like this, without planning and order. They are called free people, and Mance Rayder, the wildling king, is just a fool with a slightly flexible mind.

To be honest, even without the White Walkers this time or the reinforcements from Eastwatch in the original world line, the wildling army cannot capture the Black Castle.

In the original world line, the wildlings even failed to capture the Great Wall due to heavy casualties. The wildling king Mance tried to negotiate with the Night's Watch with a fake Horn of Winter when there were still thousands of people who could fight.

How to say it, maybe the matching mechanism of the Great Wall is like this. Tens of thousands of wildlings, with thousands of soldiers who can fight, were beaten by the Night's Watch with less than 200 people and proposed negotiations first.

The strategy of trying to burn the city gate did not achieve a good effect. As the defenders discovered the wildlings' intentions, they began to block the city gate with slingstones and caltrops, and kerosene barrels and asphalt were thrown down without hesitation. As waves of wildlings died tragically, burned to death, scalded to death, screamed and wailed, the wildlings' formation, which had gained courage from the fear of the White Walkers, collapsed again, and the ranks became more and more chaotic until they could no longer be driven and fled in all directions.

God knows, less than a hundred wildlings and four giants had died under the Great Wall so far.

But the wildlings just collapsed.

No wonder the night watchmen often have a perception that only a small group of determined black brothers are enough to resist hundreds of times more wildlings.

The city gate at the entrance of the tunnel of the Black Castle of the Great Wall is still burning, and smoke and firelight reflect the corpses under the city.

The drums on the battlefield are still beating, but the wildlings no longer move forward, and some even begin to flee to the outskirts of the wildling camp, as if they want to escape elsewhere at night.

The cheers of the Night's Watch on the wall rang out in the night sky. Mance and several wildling leaders had to gather the scattered wildlings in the dark.

In fact, the defeated wildlings may never know that the old oak door on the outermost layer of the Great Wall tunnel had been chopped through by the first wave of death squads, and as the grease burned, the wooden door could no longer withstand the impact. Even the scattered stones thrown by the Night's Watch from the Great Wall had smashed a hole. In fact, as long as a few more brave men ran into it and broke the hinges, they could break through the oak door that had lost its defensive properties.

And inside the door was a pure meat-crushing battlefield. Both sides could only line up seven or eight people and fight hand-to-hand with crossbows and spears, all depending on the bloodiness of both sides.

And exchanging lives for lives was not a loss for the wildlings at all. They only needed to kill several Night's Watch death squads between the first and second iron bars in the tunnel, and they could easily pry open the fence and go deep into the Great Wall.

Unfortunately, these wildlings were not real soldiers at all, but just free people who were gathered together to survive. They seem to be a whole, united under the banner of Mance Rayder, the wildling king, but the fact is that they are still independent freemen. They are here only to survive, and they are probably not willing to sacrifice themselves for others. The wildlings may be brave, but their personal bravery cannot be well reflected in the army, which requires coordination and integrity most of the time.

They are doomed to fail.

What else can be said about this?

If Viserys were here, perhaps he would think of a famous saying: "Although they died, they gained freedom."

Such a group of rabble cannot withstand the attack.

Even if the Great Wall is just a wall to block the way for the wildlings.

In the second half of the night, it was cold and freezing. The thick dark clouds finally began to bloom into a long-accumulated storm.

Heavy snow began to fall outside the Great Wall.

Acting commander Jon Snow, who was still unable to fall asleep due to excitement, was awakened: "Jon, it's snowing outside the city, something is wrong!"

Jon climbed up from the warm shed with difficulty. His leg was unfortunately hit by a stray arrow just now. In order to keep his mind clear, Jon did not take the poppy milk and sleeping wine recommended by Master Aemon. When he came out, he found that Master Aemon was also climbing out of the warm shed with the help of Clydas holding a lantern.

Although the night was dark and deep, they could still clearly see the dark clouds covering the sky in the night, and the Great Wall was high enough, so they could see the fire in Mance Rayder's camp, and the snowflakes covered the area like fog.

Just a few hundred steps outside the city, the sky was snowing heavily.

And just a few hundred steps away, there was only a rustling cold wind at the Great Wall, without a single snowflake.

"The body under the city!" In the silence, someone suddenly exclaimed.

Jon Snow remembered the shadow flashing with cold blue light when he sneaked into the command tower to assassinate Commander Mormont. Now he knew the name of that thing, the wight.

Jon swallowed hard and leaned over the wall.

He saw a pair of blue eyes below the city, like cold swimming lights, looking back at him.

So cold.