Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon

Viserys's first regiment was a mixed regiment of infantry and cavalry, with one-third infantry and the remaining two-thirds all cavalry.

When they finished their formation and set off, the sound of horns and drums was exciting.

The long-range projectiles from the Great Wall and the city walls were like meteors.

Although Viserys knew the ability of the regiment, he was still not at ease, so he had to confirm its combat effectiveness with his own eyes.

The three regiments in a triangular shape shouted the names of Targaryen and Viserys and began to slowly walk towards the army of white walkers shrouded in the blizzard fog.

Because there was still about six or seven hundred steps away from the giant curtain formed by the approaching blizzard, the regiment did not rashly launch a charge. Lord Randyll and the commanders of all parties were veterans of the battlefield. Even when facing strange aliens, they still followed the familiar battlefield decisions.

Almost all the infantry were placed in the front. They held high the flags and adjusted the formation while walking, always keeping the three thousand-man infantry formations unchanged.

The frontal battle group had only one thousand cavalry, divided into two groups, neatly guarding the flanks and keeping pace with the infantry phalanx.

The two V-shaped formations on the left and right were pure cavalry units, with more than four thousand cavalry on each side. They were divided into ten columns, and the whole team spread out in a fan shape, and slowly rode their horses to catch up. Soon they caught up with the frontal troops, and changed their formations during the march, forming a huge wedge of several thousand wedge-shaped cavalry formations on the left and right wings, which kept a certain distance from each other.

They moved slowly and firmly, and the formation remained unchanged from a distance before the formal charge.

They were calm in battle and had a steady formation, which was undoubtedly the embodiment of a strong army.

When the coldness of the blizzard blew in front of them, when the sky formed by the blizzard was only four hundred steps away.

Beep-beep-beep-

The trumpet used by the Southern Army cavalry to charge sounded in the formation.

"Storm and Thunder! Koris-rirda!"

For a moment, the strange spell was immediately uttered in the 10,000-man team that spread out the formation.

With this roar, a wisp of golden lightning spread out in the army like a thin protective film, just like a ball of golden flame suddenly lit up on the battlefield under the night.

Finally, this war group that Viserys had high hopes for roared and launched a charge.

Thousands of troops quickly rushed into the blizzard. For a time, the blizzard was thundering and lightning, and the wind was blowing.

People watching the battle from a distance could hardly forget the scene of the first time they saw the war group fighting.

Watching, the army that was like wrapped in golden fireworks actually tore open the curtain of the blizzard!

This is not an exaggerated lyrics of the bard, but a real tearing in the true sense that can be seen with the naked eye.

As the army rushed into the blizzard, the curtain of wind and snow covered in the sky was instantly broken by the charging army. A huge gap.

And people finally saw the dense and countless tens of millions of corpses covered by the wind and snow.

The army with golden light collided and fought with the corpses.

Both sides used their own methods, and a group of spider webs flew out of the corpse tide, carrying a cold breath and flying towards the battle group's formation.

The battle group's infantry formation raised the brass-plated oak giant shield and continued to charge forward.

The wights rushed towards the battle group, charging desperately, and even being strung like a candied haws by the spears behind the shields, still biting and struggling.

The "cocktail" bottles in the back row began to be thrown, followed by thunders hitting the place where the wildfire was thrown. In an instant, green flames burst in the wight army.

The cold wind blew, ice and snow gathered, and the white walker commander in the wight army tried to extinguish the flames with the cold wind and frost. However, a more violent wind blew from the front. The sudden strong wind rolled up the green flames and surged like a tide in the direction of the corpse tide.

Three strange tornadoes suddenly rolled up where the wildfires were dense, forming a terrifying green fire tornado that swept through the white walker formation.

The regiment had visibly gained the advantage of the first wave of frontal assault and continued to press forward.

The wights charging in the front row were chopped into pieces by swords, and as the army continued to move forward, the crushed corpses were trampled into powder.

The combat boots of the regiment's infantry were high boots with iron plates and rivets, and the lower body was specially added with skirt armor to prevent the wights from grabbing from the lower body.

When Viserys established the army and trained them, he had only one requirement for them, which was to maintain the battle formation, and leave the rest to magic and the companions in front who were in contact with the enemy.

In fact, Viserys required them to follow the tactics of the lobster soldiers being lined up and shot.

It's not that there were no soldiers who were drowned by the tide of corpses during the process of advancing in formation, and were pulled out of the formation, and then brutally killed and dismembered by wights.

But the military formation must not be shaken at all.

It is not easy for soldiers to achieve this. But when these veterans saw that the benefits of forming formations on the battlefield were more advantageous than chaotic charging, and ten or even nine times more efficient than their previous tactics, they would quickly accept this tactic even if they resisted at first.

The White Walker commander who was engaged in battle with the warband obviously did not expect the warband to fight like this.

It must be mentioned that after the battle, it was stunned by this fighting style.

Even the White Walkers, who were the followers of the God of Cold, had never seen this kind of fighting style.

The wildfire throwing, the battle formation impact, and their magic and sharpness gave the White Walker commander an unshakable feeling.

The White Walker commander was still unsure whether it was related to the golden electric film. These humans were much stronger than normal humans, and their swords caused much more damage to the wights than the Night's Watch they had encountered before - the golden electric film formed by this army made their weapons interfere with the magic of the wights.

They originally thought that only in the direction of the Nightfort, those humans who could dance with fire would pose a frontal threat to the army.

"Look out, mammoth!"

"giant!"

"Bear!"

The White Walker army was not without counterattacks. They avoided the flames and fire tornadoes from the side and rear. A heavyweight ghoul army composed of mammoths, giants, and corpse bears launched a counterattack against the cavalry array on the right.

For a time, its huge size and weight caused hundreds of casualties to the cavalry on the front of the right wing.

But then, this heavyweight zombie wave suffered a major blow.

They only caused damage and a moment's delay to the cavalry array of this human force in the first round of the sudden attack. Then they were thrown at wildfire bottles and some kind of condensation boiled in animal fat, and then were hit by lightning. A raging fire was ignited, and flames shot into the sky for a while, and bursts of roars shook the sky and the earth.

The White Walker commander who was responsible for commanding these huge corpses saw the army being suppressed. He wanted to control them to rush into the enemy formation with the terrifying green flames, but a strong wind blew immediately. The human cavalry who fought at the front directly launched a life-saving charge, leading their horses and themselves to launch a life-saving attack, creating a buffer zone for the rear battle formation.

Immediately afterwards, a strong wind blew up from the rear of the battle formation. Fueled by the sudden strong wind, the tide of corpses was instantly engulfed and swept by the explosive flames like adding fuel to the fire. The flames on this side expanded rapidly.

The terrible screams of the humans who charged with their lives and the screams and neighs of the war horses could be heard there.

The commander of this battle formation that was attacked by corpse giants and corpse bears was Count Harman Uller of Dorne's Hellgate Castle. There is a saying among the Dornish nobles: "Half the Ullers are mad, and the other half are worse."

Seeing his knights risking their lives in battle, the earl was furious and his eyes were splitting: "koris-rirda! Storm and thunder, blow for me, kill them for me!"

He became fierce this time, directly activating the power of his armor, gaining a moment of power from the battle formation, and blowing an even more violent wind forward. For a moment, a strong wind blew up, and the flames spread directly to the tail of this branch in the corpse tide.

The rear army of the zombie army was forced to retreat for a short time to form an isolation zone of dozens of steps.

It felt great to be refreshed, but the golden electric film on the army's body had become much thinner, which showed that many soldiers could no longer hold on under this kind of consumption.

The deputy commander is Sir Ulric Uler, the younger brother of Earl Uler. He quickly pulled his Earl: "Sir Commander! We can't waste our strength like this anymore! We have only advanced a few hundred steps, and our target is three miles away!"

Earl Uler shouted loudly: "They are all my best knights!"

Ulric responded loudly: "They deserved their death!"

At this time, as the flames brought by the strong wind in front burned a space, the troops on the flanks of the battle column quickly filled the scorched area, and the team that replaced Earl Uler became the new front army.

This alternating cover charge can be regarded as a battlefield theory verification attempt that can control the magic battle group. Whether it can be extended to the entire army depends on the first battle group gaining experience from battlefield practice, revising and optimizing it.

As the first round of charge and head-on contact with the ghoul forwards ended, the gap in the front engagement zone became wider and wider.

Randyll Tully was sitting in command of the central army. A messenger arrived on horseback and reported: "The left army reported that the White Walkers are retreating!"

"The right army reports that the White Walkers are retreating."

"The White Walkers in front of the Chinese military formation are also shrinking back."

Earl Landau hesitated, thought with a straight face, and finally gave the order: "Continue to press forward, maintain the battle formation, don't pursue, don't fall behind!"

Cheers came from the Wengcheng and the Great Wall.

Viserys squinted his eyes, and of course he saw the giant screen of the blizzard retreating, but the target point of nearly three leagues was not a short road, but a road of nearly ten kilometers outside the Great Wall.

Precisely because of the distance, the White Walkers' march was discovered by the 700-foot-tall Great Wall defenders when they reached about two leagues away from the Great Wall. Then the White Walkers' summoning beam was immediately activated, and the ice dragon attacked, while the White Walkers on land It took the White Walkers a full half hour to reach the foot of the Wall.

When the battle group and the wights were attacking head-on, Viserys focused on the battle situation and took the time to crush three ice dragons again.

At the same time, in the gap between the battlefields, it was discovered that the ice dragon beam on the left side of Castle Black hit an ice lake, so he tried to rain a large-scale thunderstorm there. Viserys didn't even know where the caster was hiding, and the beam there was extinguished. .

It must be said that with Viserys's speed, he could continue to search for the spell casters at various points, and then kill them to prevent the damage caused by the ice dragon first.

But a momentary victory cannot win the overall victory, because if Viserys has to pull it out every time the ice dragon, a strategic weapon of the White Walkers, appears on the spot, then the cold god can think of countless ways to drag Viserys in. Go to a certain battlefield, or run around the map by the nose, and then formulate an attack plan.

Viserys knew that he had great personal power, but if the soldiers on the front line could not find a way to correctly deal with the enemy's strategic weapons, then Viserys would be locked on the Great Wall. And he could already feel the changes in the south from the surge of magic power.

The beacon tower was destroyed by an ice dragon. The three-eyed raven contacted Viserys. The dragon was not destroyed but exploded into magical ice particles and rushed to the south. In the Bay of Seals and the Bay of Ice, the magic of the God of Cold was brought by the cold wind. Two waves of astonishing numbers of White Walkers were marching on the sea. They were divided into many groups and were about to land on the land of the North. At the same time, they were attacking Eastwatch and the Shadow Tower from the south.

(Except for Eastwatch and the Shadow Tower, the others should be dotted lines, indicating marching. The Great Wall had just been breached, and the White Walkers were not moving that fast, but I had drawn the picture a long time ago, so I won’t change it.)

The situation of the war spreading to the inland was unstoppable.

Viserys could not be tied to the Great Wall because the God of Cold sent an ice dragon caster, nor could he let the army of the Great Wall and the army he had painstakingly assembled be powerless against the enemy’s striking force.

So Viserys had to be cruel at this moment. He knew that this first battle with the White Walkers would result in countless sacrifices because he was not familiar with the other side's way of war. He also knew that countless castles in the North would fall and countless people would die.

But Viserys had to confirm that the defenders on the front line of the Great Wall had the ability to resist the White Walker army and the zombie tide without him, and the ability to independently deal with the White Walker ice dragon caster.

Although the battle was not over yet, many problems had been exposed.

One was the lack of effective information transmission methods, so that when a castle on the Great Wall had a wall crack, it was necessary for Viserys and Brynden to communicate to pass the message. According to Brynden, the ice dragon exploded, so that the defenders had no time to react, and were submerged in a large area by the cold. The ice dragon exploded, and the cold air generated by the ice dragon's explosion enveloped the walls and the city, making it impossible for the beacon tower to send people to other places to pass on messages and ask for help. People could only see from a distance that the flames of the beacon tower seemed to be extinguished.

Second, they took it for granted that they only needed to defend and did not need to attack. As a result, when they found that they needed to go out to remove the enemy's spellcaster, they spent a lot of time gathering from the southern barracks of the Great Wall to the north.

Viserys was also an old reflective person. Before the war was over, he began to summarize his experience and reflect.

Let's talk about the present.

The White Walker army in front of the Black Castle retreated, but the pursuit and pace of the First Battle Group could not be fast, because wearing armor and thick clothes, the army had to maintain its formation and the cavalry had to dismount in batches and lead the horses to walk to save horsepower, while guarding against the counterattack of the White Walkers.

They also had to walk for a long time before they could reach the blue light landing area of ​​the White Walkers.

The battlefield fell into silence for a short time.

And Viserys finally learned how to use this group of pan-believers and even devout believers in the first round of confrontation with the God of Cold on the battlefield.

As the warriors became more and more determined in their actual battles on the battlefield, their pan-faith in Viserys deepened, and their compatibility with the power given by Viserys became higher and higher. Viserys discovered that his magical perception ability could be transmitted to the surroundings through the beliefs of these people.

At a certain moment, the magical perception range he formed on the land infected by the power of the cold god was transmitted through the power of these monks, ascetics, and the prayers who performed rituals, forming a half-league magical induction circle around the army.

It's like the divine consciousness in the immortal novels.

At a certain moment, all the people in this war group who always maintained the formation and marched steadily step by step heard a steady voice, the voice of the king in their minds: "Look up to the sky, soldiers, your combined power is enough to smash the ice dragon!"

The 10,000-man army of the war group raised their heads together, and they could see with their naked eyes that the ice fog in the sky seemed to be swallowed up and blown away under the direction of their troops.

At this moment, the sky was dark and dense, and an ice dragon that was about to take shape was looking down from the sky, breathing out frost at the army.

However, at this moment, the people in the regiment were not afraid, but a kind of throbbing emerged from the depths of their hearts. Their scalps were numb, their heartbeats accelerated, and the blood in their bodies seemed to boil.

This was not an illusion. The arcs surging from the copper dog tags drilled into their bodies, stimulating the adrenaline in their bodies, making their courage magnified and deepened at this moment.

This adrenaline rush, combined with the current emotions, was considered by them to be the burning fighting spirit of their souls on the battlefield and the bursting of their inner courage.

At this moment, the commanders wearing thunderstorm armor felt a certain power bursting out from the soldiers under their command and gathering into their bodies, making them seem to have become one with their army for a short moment, and Earl Lando, as the commander-in-chief, felt it the most deeply.

He felt an unprecedented power stimulating in his body, and at this moment he had a hallucination-like feeling: this army of 10,000 people seemed to have become a part of his body at this moment.

He raised his sword high: "In the name of King Viserys--"

The 10,000-man army shouted in unison, shaking the sky: "In the name of King Viserys--"

Randal's voice and the 10,000-man army under his command gathered together at this moment: "Thunderstorm! Koris-rirda!"

With this spell-like roar, above the army, golden lightning surged from the army, and merged into a giant lightning arrow in the air, surrounded by golden lightning, with a terrifying power that shocked people.

"Attack!"

With a roar from Randyll Tarly, the giant arrow covered with golden lightning was launched, facing the huge ice dragon body in the sky, and hit the ice dragon's head fiercely.

Crack!

As the giant arrow hit the ice dragon, a terrifying thunderclap sounded. The golden arrow shot straight through the ice dragon's head with an unstoppable momentum. The remaining power did not diminish, and it shot straight into the black clouds in the sky. For a moment, the golden arc flew away and scattered, forming a golden jumping current in the sky.

"Is this the correct way to use this power?"

Randal Tarly and the commanders of the various tribes were extremely shocked. They couldn't believe that it was the power they had just sent out.

The question also sounded in Viserys's heart: "Is this the correct way to use the believers' faith and give them power?"

This attack was not only beyond the commander's expectations, but also beyond Viserys' expectations. They had to study it carefully afterwards.

But now it was on the battlefield.

The upper body of the ice dragon was shattered and exploded, but it was not blown into powder like Viserys' attack. This attack was strong, but not strong enough.

Even if there were 10,000 people in formation, it might still be too little to withstand the power given by Viserys.

However, such attack power is more than enough for mortals.

After this attack, the entire army of the regiment entered a state of excitement, and the marching speed increased a lot, but the formation remained the same.

And Viserys soon realized that the army did not need to really reach the range of the ice dragon caster. When this army that believed in him approached, his magic perception extended through them and had already spread to the power of the cold god.

And at this moment, that strange perception ability was also transmitted through the arc spreading on the ground to the heart of the commander of the regiment, Randyll Tarly, who had entered a strange state.

At this moment, even though Earl Randyll had seen countless wars, pragmatism, and still kept a respectful attitude towards the gods, he firmly believed in his heart that he felt the oracle.

The commander raised his sword: "Stop!"

The emergency stop horn was blown from the center, and it was transmitted by the trumpeters of each commander. After the commander-in-chief shouted "stop", this army of 10,000 people stopped in just a few dozen heartbeats.

It must be said that this "stop" completed by an army of 10,000 people in just a few dozen heartbeats is unimaginable in any era, even in the modern era with advanced communications.

But under the magical blessing brought by the Thunderstorm Armor, the army of 10,000 people at this moment seemed to be really connected into a whole by the Valyrian armor of the officers, the strange gold and silver military flags, and the copper dog tags of the soldiers.

Lord Randyll pointed his sword in a direction: "That direction! There!"

Needless to say, the army of 10,000 people began to chant: "In the name of King Viserys, Thunderstorm! Koris-rirda!"

Another giant arrow formed in the air, and with the commander's high-pitched roar of "attack", the giant arrow shot out like lightning, fiercely shooting towards the landing point of the beam half a mile ahead.

The golden long arrow shot through the snow curtain formed by the storm, shot through the ground behind the snow curtain, and pierced deep into the ground.

Crack!

Boom!

The terrifying sound of thunder and explosion came from that direction.

A huge crack appeared in the land half a mile away.

A moment later, the ice-blue beam that seemed to connect the sky and the earth disappeared. The giant dragon in the sky collapsed and disintegrated, and the black clouds stopped surging, and were blown by the south wind pointed at by the army and gradually dispersed.

This was a development that even Viserys had not expected.

Although he was on the scene, as a power giver, he could provide power to the army without reservation.

But it must be said that Viserys did not expect that the power he gave would be used by the army of 10,000 people.

Seeing this result, even Viserys, the initiator, took a deep breath.

Viserys undoubtedly created a new application of magic tactics in the world of ice and fire, and this may usher in a new era of magic wars.

Even Viserys was caught off guard. This situation was definitely an emergency on the battlefield, not to mention the White Walker commander who had previously commanded the retreat.

It originally wanted to put this elite human force nearby and cooperate with the ice dragon in the sky to wait for the opportunity to counterattack. It had never seen such an army and did not know how this army attacked.

The White Walkers also misjudged this elite human force, and they also made mistakes in battlefield decision-making.

It can only be said that both sides of the war were very unfamiliar with each other, so they fought such a battle in the front of the Black Castle, where both sides made mistakes, learned, and tried to deal with it, but in the end, the human side won.

The war group that completed the set goal began to retreat, the front team became the rear team, and the formation remained unchanged.

The White Walker commander still had tens of thousands of zombies. They were not stupid. The original plan was to pull them in to fight. But the result was unacceptable losses.

They reacted and realized that they had paid the price. The strategic weapons were destroyed. They obviously could not accept such a situation, so they chose to pursue.

So the zombie tide that had just avoided the edge of the human war group attacked again, and no longer restrained and reserved strength, and directly chased the retreating war group like crazy.

However. The war group that had already found a way out on the battlefield retreated quickly, and immediately separated two rear teams, using the remaining wildfire bottles and winds to form several huge and wide fire walls to cover the retreat of the entire army.

They could only helplessly watch the human war group gradually go away.

If they knew the attack range of this human army, if they knew the armament of this human army. Maybe

Unfortunately, there is no if.

Although the direction of the Black Castle shows the power of humans.

But for the White Walkers, local failure is not overall failure.

Their strategic goal had actually been achieved in the first stage of the ice dragon's assault on the Great Wall. Everything they had done just now was to expand the results, but at a heavy price.

Even though there is no ice dragon in the rear, the White Walker commanders still have to launch an attack on the Great Wall as planned, because their attack is holistic and comprehensive. The zombie wave they are responsible for attacking Castle Black must form an overall situation with other battlefields. cooperation.

Besides, three ice dragons have actually been lost now, and one of them has completed its strategic goal.

The White Walker army also has ice dragons in three directions, one to the west of Castle Black and two to the east of Castle Black.

But it is said that Viserys saw that the Chapter was capable of handling this situation alone, and immediately wanted to leave and go in other directions to behead people.

With only three beams remaining in the north, Viserys could easily search for the caster.

But when Viserys wanted to take action.

The three beams of light instantly burst into a bright light, and then were completely extinguished in an instant.

The three directions were extinguished at the same time, which meant that the caster had received some kind of command and had to evacuate or hide to prevent Viserys from attacking.

Although the beam of light was extinguished, the final burst of bright light still left behind three ice dragons that were not as large as before.

Watching, the ice dragons flapped their wings, but they no longer flew towards the Great Wall. The one on the left side of Castle Black fluttered its wings to the northwest, while the two on the right side of Castle Black also fluttered its wings and flew toward the northeast.

Obviously, the opponent has changed its strategy and is starting to play a chasing game with Viserys, the human side's strongest combat power and only flying unit.

Viserys was very fast. The distance between the east and west of the Great Wall was tens of leagues. He could also see the position where the ice dragon was formed from high altitude through the beam of light that penetrated the sky and the earth. But once the ice dragons did not choose to attack the Great Wall, they would have to play hide and seek. The chase battle is uncomfortable.

After thinking carefully, Viserys made a decision.

A hole has been opened in the eastern city wall. Considering the threat to the Great Wall, it is obvious that the two ice dragons in the east pose a greater threat.

The decision on the battlefield only took a moment. Viserys made his decision, and heard a harsh sonic boom erupting in the sky. Three huge dragons turned into a stream of light like stars and headed straight for the eastern battlefield.

Nightfort.

When the defenders of Castle Black discovered that they wanted to remove the objects cast under the White Walker's beam, Stannis was also keenly aware of this, but he was unable to organize enough troops to go out of the city to fight in the field. The core of his army is the more than two hundred riders who follow him as followers of the Red God, who can rub fire on their weapons.

They and another hundred believers in the Seven Gods formed Stannis's core force of 300 heavy armored cavalry of the Night's Watch.

Other wildlings, northern reinforcements, Braavos mercenaries, night watchmen supplemented from other places, and even missionaries from the Red Temple who came from the Red Temple in Braavos are all the forces that can be used to defend the city. , but unable to fight to the death in the field.

And because the war preparation method focused on defense at the beginning, the army only prepared for defense and did not prepare for field battles outside the city.

But sitting on the wall is no different than waiting for death.

Although King Viserys could be seen flying back and forth on the Great Wall from high altitude like a flying star, each time he would destroy the ice dragon in the direction of the beam and delay its formation.

But Stannis "noticed" that King Viserys and his dragon seemed to be tied up by the White Walkers' ice dragons and were exhausted.

Stannis knew it too. At this time, the king is the only powerful force, and there is no better way. If we only take care of one area, it is very likely that under the attack of the ice dragon, not only one beacon tower will collapse, but more cracks will be torn apart in the wall.

He must do what needs to be done.

The hero known as the Chosen One of the Red God gritted his teeth and looked at the red-robed priest Melisandre, who still had a calm look on her face, but her forehead was covered with fine sweat in the firelight: "How close should I send you?" distance?"

"A quarter of a league, no, half a league!" On the Great Wall, the power of the priestess was growing every day. Once, he needed enough blood sacrifices to obtain a quick replenishment of power, but on the Great Wall, Melisandre could Feel the power under her skin growing every day. She maintained a mysterious posture and looked deeply at Stannis, who was under great pressure and grinding his teeth to suck blood, "I saw our victory!"

"Really?" Her words did not make Stannis feel relaxed. "I hope what you saw this time is correct. They believe me, woman. Lord Morse Umber of the North chose to have him under his command. The lives of a thousand cavalrymen were entrusted to me, the mercenaries of Loras in Braavos were also willing to entrust their lives to me, and the giants, led by their leaders Magar and Wangwang, also chose to entrust their lives to me. I A hero, a chosen one, huh? I've never wished so much that this glowing steel sword in my hand could burst into flames. If you told me I only had to stab someone in the heart to gain power, I wouldn't hesitate. Put the sword in!"

The priestess's expression remained profound: "Sir, I am very happy to see that you have finally accepted the mission given to you by the true God, both physically and mentally."

Stannis gritted his teeth and said the word hatefully: "Mission."

At this time, Gilbert Fallin, who had finally gathered his men through the narrow passage of the urn, blew his horn and shouted to him from the bottom of the city: "Ready, my lord."

"Very good!" Stannis led his men and horses down the wall and came to the city gate. He sat on his horse, drew out his long sword that emitted various colors of light, held it high, and then, with the red-robed priestess and several fanatical guards and supporters, came to the army that had been assembled with difficulty under the city wall.

More than 3,000 knights, every other one held a burning torch.

At the front, there were 20 giants holding even bigger torches, like lighthouses.

Stannis held his glowing long sword high and walked to the first row through the gap in the array under the crowd.

He began to ride to the left, holding his long sword high and shouting: "Line up - line up - line up!"

When he rode to the end of the team.

He turned around and rode his horse, so that his glowing long sword would touch the weapons of the warriors at the front of each array and the flames on the torches.

The glowing sword passed through one firework after another, and collided with one weapon after another, making a tinkling sound: "Ready-ready-ready!"

Stannis's voice went from the leftmost side of the battle line to the rightmost side of the battle line, and then returned from the rightmost side to the center.

Finally, he swung the glowing sword in his hand: "Forward!"

"Forward!"

"Forward!"

With these thunderous roars, the death squad that Stannis had painstakingly organized set off towards the approaching blizzard sky.

Their mission was simple, that is, to fight to the last person and send the red priest Melisandre to half a league away from the point where the light column landed.

Of course, Stannis knew that the secret passage under the Nightfort could lead to the north of the city, but the exit was far away from the point where the light column landed. So it was destined to be used only as an alternative plan if he succeeded in passing through the battlefield by chance and sent the red-robed woman to the position and retreated, although if he chose to retreat from there, it meant abandoning the horses and giants.

But this is war!

No matter how cruel the order is, someone needs to execute it.

Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-

The last round of oil barrels thrown from the direction of the Great Wall and the city of Weng revealed the corpse tide of countless wights approaching the blizzard and snow curtain for this death squad.

The charge horn sounded as the oil barrel exploded two hundred steps ahead: "Charge!"

"Roar!" Twenty giants roared.

"Kill!" Three thousand knights launched a desperate charge.

The rumbling sound of horse hooves resounded throughout the battlefield.

The war horses were getting closer and closer to the blizzard, and even the vanguard could hear the terrifying roars of the wights in the snow curtain.

"Kill them!"

The cavalry and the army of the Others collided violently. The wights were not used to using shields, so they only set up a forest of spears, but this forest of spears was directly knocked open by the vanguard heavy armored troops.

Although the battle here could not achieve the advantage on the battlefield and achieve a crushing effect like the Viserys warband, it was still quite methodical.

The heavy cavalry and twenty giants that Stannis had finally gathered were responsible for the charge. The heavy cavalry had heavy armor and the horses were wearing heavy armor. The giants were slow and could not run, so they were destined to be unable to rush out of the White Walker army like the light cavalry and trek two and a half leagues.

Their job was to tear open the zombie tide for the light cavalry team and use their lives to prevent the zombie tide from forming an encirclement and blocking the speed of the light cavalry in the battle formation.

Everything was done to send Melisandre to the half-league range of the beam. In order to achieve this goal, Stannis must not care about sacrificing anyone.

The Nightfort also had pitchers who specialized in throwing oil cans. They were light cavalry covered in the array.

Some people threw oil cans, and the heavy cavalry in the vanguard threw the torches in their hands, directing the flames to the zombies, and then waved their weapons with their free hands.

"Fire!"

At this time, the red-robed female priest riding beside Stannis made a strange sound that made people's scalps numb. With a roar, the weapons in the hands of the riders who were in direct contact with the wights all ignited with blazing flames.

The vanguard suddenly roared: "So this is what the white walkers look like!"

"Throw a spear there!"

"Throw a spear!"

It turned out that Gordie Farin, a brave warrior under Stannis, saw in the firelight that there were many white walker knights riding on dead horses and strange animals in the tide of wights, and they were rushing over with the tide of corpses. It seemed that they had discovered the key defense of the cavalry and were going to rush over to kill the generals and seize the flags.

But Stannis was not the kind of commander with strong combat power who could fight the enemy generals for hundreds of rounds.

So he was always surrounded by people.

And the Great Wall was fully prepared to deal with the white walkers.

I heard the spears. Many riders immediately put away their weapons, freed their hands, and took out a few short throwing spears made of obsidian with the help of the Dornish from the sides of their horses or from the straps tied to their bodies behind their backs.

For a moment, the obsidian short spears fell like raindrops towards the White Walker riders.

These White Walker riders, wearing black ice armor and riding dead animals, were not able to get close at all and were drowned by the obsidian throwing spears.

Gordy Farin laughed loudly: "See, the one in the middle, I killed that one!"

"Be careful!"

Sir Gordy's laughter stopped abruptly, and a corpse eagle suddenly attacked from the air and knocked him off his horse.

Stannis glanced back and could only see that Gordy's body had been drowned and dragged by the surging corpse tide.

Stannis's vision was quickly blocked by the blizzard and the riders who followed to fill the guard. In the end, he only saw a giant waving a huge torch in his hand, sweeping across the place where Gordy fell off his horse.

The cavalry continued to charge. It was difficult to tell the direction in the blizzard. All they could see were the rising flames, the flash of swords, and the rain of arrows that came from nowhere.

But Stannis's glowing sword pointed the direction for all the riders who could keep up with the group. As long as they followed his light, they would be in the right direction.

It was already impossible to count how many heartbeats they had charged in the tide of corpses. The charging cavalry finally broke through the White Walker's army and came to the edge of the blizzard.

The roars, shouts, and screams behind him were endless.

Stannis heard all the sounds, but he refused to turn back.

He gritted his teeth and gave a cruel order: "The trumpeter blows the trumpet to inform the rear army of the position. The cavalry does not stop, all of them, do not turn back, and continue to march north!"

Stannis did not know how many people behind him had not fallen behind. He could only hear the sound of horses' hooves and the shouts of killing gradually fading away.

After breaking through the enemy formation, although a small group of wights could still be seen occasionally, it was difficult for them to pose a threat to the cavalry.

After leaving the battle formation, the light cavalry immediately sped up. The riders cruelly clamped the horses' bellies and stabbed the horses' buttocks with the spurs under their feet. They did not spare the horsepower at all and whipped the horses hard to quickly distance themselves from the battle formation.

Under this desperate whipping, some horses began to lose their strength and fell, and the riders were thrown off their horses.

But watching, the blue beam in front was getting closer and closer.

Stannis gritted his teeth and ignored everything else.

Finally, at a certain moment.

Melisandre's unique oriental voice rang in the ears of the riders: "Enough! This position is enough!"

As she spoke, the sound of horses stopping continued.

Stannis could hear that the neighing of horses was rare. His heart was numb. He only looked at the direction of the blue beam and ordered the bugler: "Blow the horn! Tell the rear army where we are."

The bugler then responded numbly and blew the horn.

Twenty determined and fanatical Red God Knights immediately drove wooden stakes wrapped in cloth on the spot. In a short moment, they had built a black cloth barrier for Melisandre to cast a terrifying spell.

Although everyone had more or less guessed how the priestess's spell was cast, they still insisted on covering it up.

"Damn it!" Suddenly, someone looked up and screamed, "The dragon has discovered us!"

The cold wind blew from the sky, and Stannis looked up. The ice dragon that had just been shattered by King Viserys not long ago had taken shape again.

From here, the dragon stretched out its body in the rolling black clouds. Its huge body was like a blue iceberg. The huge body just leaned over from the sky.

At this moment, Stannis seemed to look into the eyes of the black ice dragon, and a chill went from the tail vertebrae to the forehead.

Stannis felt cold in his heart, but he clenched his teeth.

He wanted to give an order, but he didn't know what order to give at this moment.

So he raised the glowing sword in his hand blankly, pointing it directly at the ice dragon, as if he was going to fight the giant ice dragon.

In his ears, as Melisandre's chilling scream rang out, a shadow emerged from the black cloth barrier, from the size of a baby, in just a moment, it became unusually tall, standing tall.

At this moment, the shadow that looked like Stannis was in front of and behind Stannis. From the perspective of the people behind him, it seemed that Stannis's body had cast a huge and majestic shadow in front of him at this moment.

But the shadow did not kill the huge ice dragon in the sky.

Instead, it turned directly into a darkness thicker than the night, and disappeared in the shadows in the night in an instant.

The scene was quiet for a while, like a dead silence.

In this dead silence, Stannis and the hundreds of knights beside him stood here, in the biting cold wind, facing the huge black ice creature in the sky alone.

As he watched, the dragon opened its mouth, and a breath of blue like a ghost fire came out of the mouth of the ice dragon in the sky.

Looking at the breath, Stannis suddenly felt an unprecedented peace, and for the first time he suppressed the urge to grind his teeth. He suddenly thought: "Am I going to die?"

However, the peace of death seemed to never come to him. Stannis' waist suddenly became hot, and a wave of heat suddenly erupted from his body, forming a red flame barrier that enveloped everyone with Stannis as the center.

Stannis suddenly realized that the hot thing was the ruby ​​that King Viserys had given him before leaving Dragonstone, and was later taken out by Melisandre and put in a special purse for him to carry with him.

The dragon's breath poured down on his head, but was blocked by the terrible heat generated by the barrier, and turned into a hot and humid rain at the terrifying temperature.

There was no second breath of dragon's breath.

When the heavy rain stopped and the white gas on the flame barrier dissipated, the ice dragon in the sky had disappeared.

At this moment, Melisandre, still glowing strangely, walked out of the black curtain barrier. She ignored everyone, walked straight to Stannis, and knelt on one knee: "The chosen one of the Red God, the hero in the prophecy, Azor Ahai, please let me offer you my last bit of strength, and give your messenger of light the flames of light that will slay the night! Please lead us to end the long night!"

As she spoke, the red-robed priest stretched out her right hand, and her fingers seemed to have a thread, hooking the sight of Stannis, who was in a state of shock.

Then, the priest pointed her slender fingers at her chest.

For some reason, Stannis held the glowing sword upside down with both hands and stabbed it into her still beating heart.

The sword began to smoke and heat up, and the light it emitted became brighter and brighter, so bright that people had to close their eyes to avoid being burned.

The heat waves from the sword were so terrifying, like a hot stove full of charcoal fire. The snow on the ground melted instantly, and smoke sizzled. Even the black woolen clothes on Stannis's arms holding the sword began to burn.

At a certain moment, Stannis drew out the sword, and the flames burning in his hands were instantly absorbed by the sword.

The sword no longer emitted colorful colors, only a strange red.

At this time, Stannis woke up from his trance.

He first saw the sword in his hand and found that it was no longer cold, and the temperature was as hot as the summer sun.

Then he saw Melisandre lying in front of him, with horrible burns on her wounds, but no blood, as if she was dead.

Finally, he found that he "saw" two gems that were strangely emitting scarlet light, one in a pouch made of special materials on his waist, and one on Melisandre's neck.