The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Hound, Little Woman Gran, effeminate Todd, and the rest of their group ascended to the top of the Great Wall. Before them lay a row of massive crossbows and catapults. The top of the Great Wall was twice as wide as an ordinary city wall, and it was equipped with complete military facilities, including shooting holes, vats of burning oil, crenellations like city walls, crossbows, catapults, guardhouses, armories, and so on.

At this summit, it stretched over a thousand miles and was dozens of feet wide, allowing warhorses to gallop freely.

Everyone poured out of the black iron cage. Gran tugged on a rope inside the cage, and the bells above the heads of the clerks in the winch room below the wall jangled and swayed wildly. So, the brothers in the winch room worked together, pushing the winch, creaking and cracking, to lower the black iron cage for the second transport.

Clang!

Hound drew the longsword from his waist and rushed to the icy crenellations, looking down. He saw several warhorses charging out from the dark, shadowy forest beneath the wall. The horses and people were as small as ants, but they were clearly visible on the snow.

Black cloaks!

It was the returning brothers.

In the distance, shouts arose. Countless small black dots surged out of the forest, forming a long line, as if the edge of the shadowy forest had suddenly sprouted black saw teeth extending infinitely to both sides.

To facilitate observation of enemies approaching the wall, the Night's Watch regularly cut down the forests along the Great Wall to ensure that trees and shrubs did not grow up to the foot of the wall.

A distance of several dozen yards from the Great Wall had to be guaranteed to be an open space that would not block the view.

"Not White Walkers!" Hound immediately relaxed. He sheathed his sword, sat down on the spot, leaned against the ice and snow crenellated wall, and took out his wineskin from his bosom.

"Hey, Hound, the White Walkers are behind the wildlings!" a voice as cold as ice said.

Hound looked up and saw a handsome face with distinct contours, but the skin had turned a frozen, sauce-red color due to the cold.

Lancel Lannister!

Hound looked at the blue seven-pointed star on Lancel's forehead and suddenly found it very laughable. What was wrong with this guy's brain, tattooing such a ridiculous symbol on his forehead.

"Lancel, why didn't you tattoo a pile of shit on your forehead," Hound laughed. "Every time I see the seven-pointed star tattoo on your forehead, I want to laugh."

"This is the symbol of the Seven Gods, Hound. I won't allow you to mock me!" Lancel said coldly. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword.

Hound noticed Lancel's movement, but he didn't care at all: "Lannister, what were you thinking when you tattooed the seven-pointed star on your forehead?"

"Don't blaspheme the Seven Gods," Lancel said, his words full of threat.

"I'll blaspheme if I want to. What are the Seven Gods? Is it better than my wine?"

Clang!

Lancel drew his longsword. The longsword was very sharp, and the tip of the sword was aimed at Hound.

Hound didn't even look at the sword pointed at him. His other hand pushed aside Lancel's sword, half stood up, turned his head, and looked down at the wall. Under the wall, shouts erupted. Many wildlings poured out of the shadowy forest in a dense mass. Behind them, sure enough, white White Walkers were driving the wights forward slowly.

The wights were not fast, but they were tireless and never hungry. They advanced at a steady speed, step by step, forcing the wildlings out of the shadowy forest one by one.

"There really are White Walkers!" Hound put the wineskin back in his bosom. "One horn blast, the brothers return; two horn blasts, the wildlings attack; three horn blasts, the White Walkers invade. All three have come today. How delightful!"

As he spoke, the wine in his belly surged up, and Hound staggered!

Lancel also heard the shouts erupting under the wall. He stretched his head out of the crenellations to look, and with a whoosh, an arrow shot up from below, carrying a terrifying whistling sound, and slammed into the ice and snow wall next to Lancel's head with a whoosh.

Lancel broke out in a cold sweat. Hound was also dumbfounded. That was not an arrow, but a spear.

Such a heavy spear, even if the Mountain was here, it would be difficult to throw it from the ground to the top of the Great Wall and then stick it into the ice and snow.

"Giants!" Lancel shrank his head back. "A giant team? What's that? Mammoths?"

Hound stretched his head out to look and saw a team of giants riding mammoths heading towards the Great Wall. They did not slow down when they reached the foot of the wall.

Boom!

A loud noise came up.

"They're ramming the gate," Hound said in surprise. He was mostly sober.

A giant riding a mammoth charged and violently rammed the tunnel gate!

"The giants are going to forcibly ram open the iron gate!" Lancel Lannister looked surprised and stretched his head out again to look.

Swish, swish, swish!

Archers below were futilely shooting arrows at the top of the wall.

The first impact left a dent in the iron gate.

The impact force of the giants and mammoths was too strong.

The Night's Watch soldiers guarding behind the gate all changed color.

The rumbling echo traveled through the tunnel into Castle Black, causing everyone to be amazed.

Jon Snow was leading a hundred elite rangers through the second gate of the tunnel.

The rumbling echo made the rangers change color. They stopped, looked up, and instinctively suspected that the tunnel above would collapse.

Boom!

The second impact caused the giant and his mammoth to cry out in sorrow. The giant's head was bleeding, and he fainted on the ground, while the mammoth lowered its head and slammed, cracking its head and crashing down.

The iron gate of the tunnel began to deform severely, with a large depression in the middle, and the huge rivets on both sides began to loosen.

Ho ho ho!

The wildlings shouted!

Dolo lo lo lo!

The giants raised their large wooden clubs and shouted.

The second giant and mammoth began to charge. This time, the giant had a huge wooden club in his hand, with a terrifying boulder tied to the front end of the club. This boulder weighed hundreds of pounds.

Inside the tunnel, Jon Snow led the rangers through the third gate. Turning the corner ahead was the iron gate of the tunnel.

The sound of the giant's second impact resonated in the tunnel with the first, like a giant thunder rumbling in the tunnel, making the eardrums very uncomfortable.

The giant and mammoth desperately rammed the gate. At the cost of their lives, the completely sealed tunnel echoed with rumbling sounds that were frightening.

Even the bravest rangers were pale.

They had never experienced such a situation, nor had they ever heard of it!

*

On top of the Great Wall.

"Oil barrels!" Thoros of Myr's voice rang out. "Roll down the oil barrels."

The Brotherhood Without Banners formed their own legion. They were responsible for rolling down the oil barrels, guarding a hundred meters of the wall, and hacking down the wildlings or White Walkers who climbed up.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A dozen oil barrels were lit and lined up. The oil barrels were filled with asphalt and oil.

"Push them down!"

A dozen burning oil barrels rotated and rolled down one after another from the sloping holes at the top of the Great Wall.

At the foot of the wall, in front of the gate, the gathered wildlings began to shout and flee as the oil barrels were still in mid-air.

*

"Crossbow team, fire!" 'Little Woman' Gran shouted on the other side. 'Effeminate' Todd was responsible for carrying the stone bullets.

Gran was Commander Jon Snow's most trusted assistant, a centurion.

The bowstrings of a total of twelve crossbows were pulled open by the clicking mechanical chains, stretched tight, and reached their range.

"Fire!" Gran shouted.

One by one, dozens of pounds of stone bullets whistled out and shot towards the foot of the wall.

*

Behind the crossbow team and the oil barrel team was the catapult team.

This was a team of soldiers from Dragonstone. Prime Minister Davos Seaworth had come to the top of the wall. He was responsible for commanding the catapult team.

The stone bullets launched by the catapults weighed more than a hundred pounds, while the stone bullets of the crossbows generally weighed about twenty pounds. Catapults could only launch stone bullets, while crossbows could launch stone bullets, oil barrels, and many projectiles. Catapults had a long throwing distance, causing indiscriminate attacks on crowds; crossbows could adjust their aim, and two people could freely push them, flexibly adjust the high and low positions, and aim at the target to launch.

*

Boom boom boom!

The oil barrels fell in front of the iron gate, and the giant team and wildling team fled in all directions.

Many people were splashed with flames and began to burn violently.

In the freezing north, people wore animal skins to keep warm, and all kinds of furs were very flammable.

Clang clang clang!

Each crossbow stone bullet exploded among the ants in the snow, blowing up the white snow and black figures together.

The screams of the crowd hit by the stone bullets resounded through the icy sky.

Bang bang bang!

The stones from the catapults whistled down. These were all huge stones.

Whether it was wildlings, giants, or mammoths, they would be turned into meat pies if they were hit.

Dense oil barrels, crossbow stone bullets, and giant stones fell from the sky, falling into the crowd near the iron gate. The white snow and the crowd were blown away by the giant stones, and the scene was tragic. The white snow was covered with broken limbs and hot blood, and the people burning in flames screamed.

Hound leaned against the crenellated wall, drinking wine and tilting his head to look at the scene below. His movements slowly stopped, and a solemn expression appeared on his face. He personally saw some giants and mammoths being hit by stone bullets and killed on the spot. The oil barrels exploded in the crowd, and countless people were lit into human-shaped candles, howling and rolling...

But no one retreated!

The giant team was still organizing to ram the door. Under the dense rain of oil barrels and stone bullets, the giants and mammoths did not retreat. They just moved left and right to dodge the oil barrels and stone bullets above their heads. No one retreated.

The bodies of the wildlings and the bodies of the giants began to pile up near the iron gate!

This was tragic and heroic.

Hound looked into the shadowy forest. He vaguely saw White Walkers riding horses advancing slowly, and the wights were arranged in a dense human wall array like puppets, advancing slowly.

"We should open the iron gate," Hound's wineskin was held in mid-air, his movements frozen, like a sculpture, his voice murmured, "They are people like us, not White Walkers."

The wildlings and giants feared the White Walkers and wights more than they feared death.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One after another, dull impact sounds mixed with the explosion of the oil barrels, mixed with the clang of the large and small stone bullets, mixed with the shouts of hundreds of soldiers on the Great Wall, rhythmically and continuously transmitted into Hound's ears. That was the giants and mammoths ramming the iron gate again and again.

They must smash the iron gate and kill their way in.

When a giant fell, another came to take his place.

As long as the outermost first layer of the iron gate was rammed open, the three iron grates inside the tunnel would be like decorations in the face of the power of the giants and mammoths.

Hound stood up. His experience told him that the iron gate must be on the verge of collapse now.

"We have to go down!" Hound turned to Lancel and said, "That gate is about to be rammed open!"

Now it was too late to block the tunnel, and it was too late to flood the cave. The power of the giants and mammoths was too strong. One after another, they kept ramming, and the iron gate could not be kept intact.

Hound's side was empty. Lancel Lannister was no longer there.

Hound dropped the wineskin. Before going down, he took another look outside, and he was stunned. The wildlings were fighting among themselves? Slaughtering their own people?

He saw rows of wildlings kneeling, lowering their heads, and another row of wildlings raising their swords and cutting down.

Hound was completely stunned.

The killed wildlings fell down, and there were wildlings holding torches next to them. They lit the corpses of their killed comrades.

Hound was dumbfounded!

The wildlings were committing suicide? And then burning!

Suddenly, his eyes began to shine. Hound saw that all the kneeling people were women, old people, and children.

These people were weak and could not escape, so they could only become wights.

The wildlings did not want to become wights. They first killed their families and then set them on fire.

Some children feared death and stood up to run away, but they were caught up by the wildling warriors and cut down in the snow. Some women knelt on the ground and begged bitterly. Hound could see the women kneeling, kowtowing, bowing, and begging.

They all wanted to live!

"No, no, no!" Hound shouted. He suddenly felt that this was very wrong. "Thoros, Gran, Davos, stop attacking!" He ran towards Thoros, Gran, and Davos. "Stop attacking, stop attacking, you should look below, they are killing their own people."

"Stop attacking, damn it, I've already said it, stop attacking." Hound rushed to Gran's side and punched him down.

Hound was sober! The wildlings should be let in, and then fight the White Walkers together with them!

Eddard Stark and Melisandre had both said: To deal with the White Walkers, we must find a way to unite anyone.

"Thoros, Davos, take a look below."

Clang!

A heavy object suddenly hit Hound's head from behind. His eyes went black, and he fell to the ground.

Todd was holding a round stone in his hands, and he had stunned Hound.

*

Inside the tunnel, Jon Snow drew his longsword: Valyrian steel sword Heartsbane!

He assumed a fighting stance, gripping the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, the longsword raised upright. Inside the tunnel, it was dark, and a row of burning torches were inserted into the ring holes on the wall, dispelling the darkness and illuminating the tunnel.

The heavy and huge iron gate was clicking, already severely deformed. Most of the door frames on both sides had fallen out of the ice and snow. The door was already crooked. Although the attacks of the giants and mammoths were fierce, the oil barrels and stone bullets above their heads were even fiercer, which caused many giants and mammoths to die in front of the gate, and also made this gate still struggling.

"Hold!" Jon Snow stood at the front. Behind him were the grim Night's Watch rangers, a hundred or so men, all gripping the hilts of their longswords, the blades held high, glinting with a chilling light.

They braced themselves for the attack.

Boom!

With an earth-shattering roar, the iron gate crashed down, shards of ice erupting from the collapsing frame, snow swirling like powder.

A giant astride a mammoth stood at the tunnel entrance, a massive club in his hand. He wore no robes, his body covered in thick, brown fur, emanating a pungent, feral stench.

The giant's head nearly touched the tunnel entrance. He was over twelve feet tall, his body a massive, powerful wall. Jon Snow, before him, was no more than a child.

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