Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 237: Battle of Castle Black (Before the Battle)
The cold wind blew wildly in the snowy night, and the air became colder and colder.

The savage camp had no plan and lacked order. Bonfires and urinals were scattered everywhere, children and goats were wandering around, and there were men, women and animals everywhere. Now they were suddenly attacked. The dead jumped over the ring wall and wooden stakes in the dark and attacked the savage camp.

The camp where Mance Rayder was located was still far away from the place where the battle took place. The camp of tens of thousands of people stretched for several miles. He could not grasp the situation in every corner of the camp, but he could already see the chaotic scene in the rear. There were torches everywhere, and the screams of people and animals mixed together, making people's ears restless.

Seeing the chaos in the rear camp gradually spread to the entire camp, Mance knew that he had few people to organize: "Hamam, take the free folk raiders to their horses. Tormund, find your people, organize the spear formation, and summon the giants and mammoths."

"All right." Tormund strode off.

The shapeshifter closed his eyes: "There are a lot of them... They are breaking through the wall..."

"Damn White Walkers!" Mance said the word viciously, "How come they are so fast? What are the sentries behind the camp doing?"

The news from the six-shaped people was not optimistic: "Mance! There are a lot of them, a lot of them. They surrounded us. I saw some people sneaking into the forest and running back to the camp."

"Damn it!" Mance's guards brought him a mount and armor. He put on the armor and drew his sword. He shouted, "Free folk, fight with me!"

Before Mance could utter more inflammatory slogans, Hama rode past him on his horse, followed by dozens of cavalrymen she had organized. Hama was of stout build and hated dogs very much. By the time Mance asked her to call for help, she had already chopped off a dog's head and hung it on the flag, and blood was spilled all over the ground as the cavalrymen ran.

"Use fire!" Mance saw Hammer and his cavalry charging into the camp, so he had to shout, "Prepare torches--"

"Mance!" Only at this moment did the scouts of the wildling camp rush over from the rear, panting and sweating. "Mance, wights, they are surrounding us. There are countless corpses."

It was impossible to expect the wildlings to count the number of enemies. The fact that they could say that the enemies were "countless wights" was already very clear information. If there were a group of more regular legions among the wildlings, Mance would not have to lead such a large army, march cautiously, and attack the city so slowly.

Mance couldn't have asked for more.

He could only swear and mount. "Varamir, bring Dalla to me." He pointed his sword to the north, but his head looked east. "Free Folk, spearhead!" he shouted. "Follow me, wedge charge."

It turned out that the wildling army, even led by the King-beyond-the-Wall himself, could not expect much more.

As Mance galloped through the camp, chasing the cavalry that Harma had led out, his followers quickly fell into disarray. The cavalry formation was skewed and fell behind, and the spear formation organized by Tormund behind also fell into disarray as soon as it began to move.

The only thing to be thankful for was that the wildlings still had the indomitable spirit and savagery of free people before they met the enemy. Although their formation was loose, they still shouted, waved wooden spears, torches, bronze swords and stone axes, and rushed to the rear closely behind Mance Rayder.

Speaking of which, the wildling king leading the team personally is undoubtedly the most authentic fighting way for the free people.

When a charge was needed, the free people only needed to shout and point a direction, and then they would rush forward. Then they would either die heroically, or win the battle with the advantage in numbers and under the leadership of groups of savages who were fearless and brave when their blood was boiling, or the battle line would collapse and they would flee in all directions.

The wildlings' war trumpets sounded as the charge began, followed by the beating of war drums in all directions. But except for the wildlings led by Mance Rayder, most of the wildlings were hurriedly forming square formations, running around in confusion, moving slowly and in disarray.

One tribe in the camp was driving dog carts eastward, while another tribe was driving sheep westward along the chaotic camp. In the chaos, mammoths trampled over the sheep, and people were trying to drive the sheep away. Elsewhere, the elderly, women and children packed up their tents, put on thick clothes to keep warm, and ran around aimlessly in the camp with their families.
This attack by the White Walkers was a premeditated one. Taking advantage of the blizzard, the wights launched attacks from the northwest, northeast and north simultaneously. Three large teams of wights swarmed the camp like locusts. Among them were wild men wearing furs, night watchmen wearing black shirts, and others were completely naked, and it was impossible to tell which camp they belonged to.

They are all corpses now, with icicles hanging on their fingertips, their bodies as pale as snow, and their sparkling blue eyes carrying a cold aura like will-o'-the-wisp. They can no longer feel pain, nor will injuries affect their attack efficiency. They will only be attracted by warm flesh and blood, and take away life after life with terrifying power and ruthless attacks.

The battle was lackluster.

Although the wildling king Mance desperately commanded a counterattack and used rockets, flaming spears and burning tents on the northern defense line, together with cavalry, spearmen and archers on mammoths to resist for a while, as more and more wights poured out of the forest, bringing cold winds to every corner of the camp, the flood of wights soon caused the entire camp to collapse, and the wildlings began to flee in a line, fleeing madly to a place where no wights appeared.

To be honest, if someone counted the number of enemies and friends on the battlefield, even though the ghouls seemed to be numerous, the freemen still had an absolute advantage in numbers. In fact, although the ghouls seemed to be countless, there were only about five or six thousand of them, not tens of thousands. But after today, it was no longer certain.
It is almost inevitable that such a wildling camp will collapse under the night attack of the wights. The only confusing thing is that the White Walkers have not organized their forces to attack the wildling camp until today.

In fact, the White Walkers only needed to organize a force like the one that attacked the Night's Watch Rangers at night, and they could have defeated, massacred, and turned tens of thousands of wildlings organized outside the Wall earlier and more easily, turning them into wights.

One explanation is that the White Walker commanders are also a group of idiots with dull brains.

Of course, a more reasonable guess is that the White Walkers do not know the strength of the Great Wall, so they dare not launch a rash attack on the wildlings, for fear of alerting the Great Wall defenders and the southern princes.

But it must be said that whether in the original world line of Ice and Fire or now, the movements of the White Walkers are too slow.

In the original world line, the White Walkers let the wildlings into the Wall because of their slow reaction and failed to launch an attack when the Wall was empty. Now, although the White Walkers acted a little earlier than in the original world line, they are destined to fail to capture the Wall in the short term because the mixed army sent from Dragonstone has actually arrived at the Wall.

Yes, the host from Dragonstone was marching along the southern line of the Wall, from Eastwatch along the Wall and the ruined Grant of Brandon to Castle Black.

This army did not march north of the Great Wall and attack the external wildling army together with the Night's Watch of Castle Black as in the original world line.

This is normal, because although the army coming from Dragonstone is as many as 1,600 armored cavalry and 100 Night's Watch Rangers from Eastwatch, there is no unified command system. In the original world line, the 4,000 troops led by King Stannis came to the Wall to help, but now King Viserys of Dragonstone sent a joint army with different purposes.

Among these more than 1,700 people, there are more than 300 riders assigned to him by Stannis, the new Night's Watch, and Viserys. Their purpose is to station at the Wall.

Another 300 knights were from the Dragonstone army, brought by old knight Barristan and Ser Jorah to bear witness for Aegon. They also came under the pretext of escorting supplies for the Wall guards, and secretly with the intention of capturing a White Walker.

The remaining one thousand knights were mercenaries of the Golden Company led by Aegon the Younger and Jon Connington. Their purpose was to escort Aegon to Castle Black to find Maester Aemon to confirm his identity, not to come to the Wall to fight wildlings for the Night's Watch.

In addition to them, there were one hundred rangers who came all the way from Eastwatch to accompany the coalition army towards the Black Castle.

Yes, Eastwatch had received Castle Black's request for help, and they did come to support, but they marched from the safe south of the Wall, rather than north of it.

In fact, if it weren't for the patrol of Eastwatch-by-the-Sea Rangers, who discovered traces of wildlings in the abandoned castle of Snowgate and tried to dig up the sealed tunnel, and hadn't received a request for help from Castle Black, the coalition forces would still be stranded in Eastwatch-by-the-Sea.

The defenders of Eastwatch discovered traces of wildlings to the north of Seal Bay. Some rangers said that the wildlings were building rafts in the north, preparing to attack southwards. At that time, the defenders of Eastwatch could not be sure where the wildlings would start attacking the Great Wall.

It was not until the arrival of the coalition forces that the Eastwatch Rangers dared to launch a large-scale patrol, and finally confirmed that the wildlings north of Seal Bay were a feint attack force and there were not many of them, so the coalition forces began to set off for Castle Black. They also found a group of wildlings trying to climb over the Great Wall in the Longcart Tower and captured them.

While the wildlings claimed to number in the tens of thousands, and there was a lack of actual intelligence to support this, the cavalry coalition, which numbered less than two thousand at most and had different intentions, did not dare to easily launch a surprise attack on the wildlings from the north, not to mention that they were escorting supplies for Castle Black and the Shadow Tower behind them.

The team is now stationed near the eastern shore of Green Lake in Deep Lake Residence and will be able to reach Castle Black early tomorrow morning.

"It's really cold here, and just as the rumors say, the days are short and the nights are long. Haldon, do you think we will see the white walkers that the wildlings talk about - what we call the White Walkers?" The young Prince Aegon Griffin was standing by the brazier in the camp, asking the doctor and mentor beside him.

Haldon's angular face was wrapped behind thick wool. "It's better not to. The people of Braavos say that the White Walkers are capable of magic and can summon the head of an ice dragon larger than the dragon that His Majesty Viserys rides. I don't think we can face such an enemy. Besides, it is said that the ancient walls of the Wall were cast with spells and magic when they were built to prevent the aliens from crossing."

This time the cavalry chose to go south of the Great Wall, which was definitely because they got the news when the ship passed through Braavos for rest and obtained supplies provided by Braavos.

Everyone you meet in Braavos can speak with certainty about the vision of heaven and earth when Viserys rode a dragon and fought the ice dragon. Even the priests of the Seven Gods on the Isle of the Gods will tell you what happened without any objection and whisper to you that His Majesty Viserys is a hero blessed by warriors.

The priests of the Red God Temple are even more exaggerated. They will tell you that part of the power of King Viserys's dragon comes from R'hllor, and that the dragon is the half-blooded offspring of one of R'hllor's gods, and has real divine blood flowing in its body.
No matter how outrageous those rumors were, what happened in Braavos could not be concealed, and the administrators of Braavos did not control the rumors at all, making it very easy for people to hear many solid testimonies at the ports and docks.

Even though many of these statements are false, it can be inferred that a battle that was beyond everyone's expectations did take place in Braavos not long ago.

The sea was frozen, and the sky was raining fireballs like falling stars.

The eyewitness testimonies sounded as if they were plucked from a fairy tale.

Shocking and disturbing.

Shocked by the power of the dragon, but disturbed by the terror of the White Walkers appearing in the world.

"This is undoubtedly the reason why the wildlings tried so hard to cross the Wall." Little Griffin replied, "Uncle King is far-sighted and has long judged that the crisis is in the north, at the Wall, and in the White Walkers. Unfortunately, I didn't believe it at the time. Perhaps Uncle asked me to come to the north not only to find Ancestor Aemon, but also to let me see the real crisis in Westeros. This is why he asked me to bring more mercenaries from the Golden Company. I'm afraid he foresaw what would happen here."

"Foresee?" Haldon doubted, "Your Highness, do you want to?"

"No, Haldon," Little Griffin shook his head, "I know what you want to say, but please don't say it. I know the leaders of the Golden Company and what Ser Jon thinks. Once I confirm my identity with Elder Aemon, I will lead them south to help Uncle Viserys unify the Seven Kingdoms. But I never thought before that unifying the Seven Kingdoms is not the end, but just the beginning of another war for the survival of mankind.

Haldon, there is a greater crisis in the north waiting for the revived Targaryen dynasty. The princes in the south are all fighting for power, only Uncle Viserys is thinking about the longer-term future, the future that concerns the survival of Westeros. I didn't understand his policies of recuperation and food storage before, but now you know, I often feel ashamed of my short-sightedness. "

"Your Highness, few can see as far as Lord Viserys, but your ability to reflect on yourself is a sign of your integrity and honor."

"I really hope to find Maester Aemon as soon as possible, and then help my uncle pacify the south as soon as possible. The power of the White Walkers who can force tens of thousands of wildlings to move south is probably beyond our imagination." Little Griffin was a little emotional. "The aliens that disappeared for more than 8,000 years have reappeared, and the blood and fire of the Targaryen family will stand in their way."

Before Haldon could say anything, Jon Connington opened the camp gate and walked in. "I'm sorry to bother you, Your Highness. I'm glad to hear that you still have a liking for dragons. But now is not the time to look into the future. Just now, the Night's Watch scouts who went to Castle Black to investigate the situation came back and reported that Castle Black was under attack and was in danger. Lord Stannis is already preparing his troops to go out to rescue. Ser Barristan and I will be the rear guard and will set out later."

The castle had not been lost yet, and the battle contact area was so small that having too many people and too many soldiers at this time was not a good thing. The people in the camp were all knowledgeable about military affairs, and no one would ask why they didn't go to support together.

Little Griffin only asked: "The wildling army finally couldn't bear it anymore?"

"No, not a wildling." Jon Connington frowned, his face full of wrinkles, although he was only in his thirties, looked even older. He looked at Little Griffin with deep eyes and replied solemnly, "It's a ghost."

(End of this chapter)