Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 264 Breakthrough
Viserys's First Regiment was a mixed regiment of infantry and cavalry, one-third infantry and the remaining two-thirds cavalry.

There was a roar of trumpets and drums as they formed up and set out.

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

Although Viserys knew the capabilities of the regiment, he was still not reassured, so he had to confirm its fighting power with his own eyes.

The three warbands, arranged in a V-shape, chanted the names of Targaryen and Viserys and began to slowly move towards the army of the White Walkers shrouded in the blizzard and fog.

Because they were still about 600 to 700 steps away from the giant curtain of the approaching blizzard, the regiment did not rush to charge. Lord Randyll and the commanders of all parties were veterans of the battlefield. Even when facing strange creatures, they still followed the familiar battlefield decisions.

Almost all the infantry were placed in the front. They held up their flags and adjusted their formation as they marched, always keeping the three thousand-man infantry formations unchanged.

The frontal battle group consisted of only one thousand cavalrymen, divided into two groups, guarding neatly on 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 4,000 cavalry on each side. They were divided into ten columns each, and the entire team was spread out in a fan shape. They were also slowly riding their horses to catch up, and soon caught up with the frontal troops. They were still changing their formations while marching, forming huge wedges on the left and right wings composed of multiple wedge-shaped cavalry formations of thousands of people, which kept a certain distance from each other.

They moved slowly and steadily, and their formation remained unchanged when viewed from a distance before the formal charge.

Being calm in battle and maintaining a stable formation are undoubtedly the manifestation of a strong army.

When the cold wind of the blizzard blew in front of your eyes, when the sky curtain formed by the blizzard was only four hundred steps away.

beep - beep - beep -

Trumpets used by the Confederate cavalry to charge sounded throughout the array.

"Storm Thunder! Koris-rirda!"

For a moment, the strange spell was immediately cast upon the army of tens of thousands that was deployed in formation.

With this roar, strands of golden lightning spread across the army like a thin protective film, just like a ball of golden flame suddenly lighting up on the battlefield under the night sky.

Finally, this war regiment that Viserys had high hopes for launched a charge.

Thousands of troops quickly rushed into the blizzard. For a moment, the blizzard was filled with thunder and lightning and strong winds.

Those who watched from afar would hardly forget the first time they saw a Chapter in action.

As we watched, the army, seemingly wrapped in golden flames, actually tore open the curtain of the blizzard!
This is not the exaggerated lyrics of the bard, but a real, true tearing that can be seen with the naked eye.

As the army rushed into the blizzard, the curtain of wind and snow covering the sky was instantly broken by the charging army, creating a huge gap.

And people finally saw the densely packed, countless corpses shrouded in wind and snow.

The army emitting golden light collided and fought with the tide of zombies.

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

The regiment's infantry array held high their brass-plated oak shields and charged forward continuously.

The wights rushed towards the battle group, charging desperately, and even got skewered like a candied haws by the spears behind their shields, but they were still biting and struggling.

The "cocktail" bottles in the back row began to be thrown, followed by bolts of lightning that hit where the wildfire was thrown. In an instant, green flames exploded in the army of zombies.

The cold wind blew, the ice and snow gathered, and the White Walker commander in the zombie 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 towards the zombie tide like a raging tide.

Three strange tornadoes suddenly rolled up in the area where the wildfires were dense, forming terrifying green fire tornadoes that swept through the array of White Walkers.

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

The ghouls charging in the front row were hacked to pieces by swords, and as the army continued to move forward, the shattered corpses were trampled into powder.

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

When Viserys established and trained the army, he had only one requirement for them: to maintain the battle formation, and the rest would be left to magic and the companions who were in contact with the enemy at the front.

In fact, Viserys ordered the lobster soldiers to follow the tactics of shooting in a line.

There were soldiers who were overwhelmed by the tide of zombies, pulled out of the formation, and then brutally killed and dismembered by the zombies while advancing in formation.

But the military formation must not be shaken in the slightest.

It is not easy for soldiers to achieve this. But when these veterans see that the benefits of forming a battle formation on the battlefield are more advantageous than chaotic charging, and ten or even nine times more efficient than their previous tactics, even if they resist at first, they will quickly accept this tactic.

The White Walker commander who engaged the warband obviously did not expect the warband to fight in this way.

It must be mentioned that after engaging in the battle, it was stunned by this style of attack.

Even the White Walkers, who are favored by the God of Cold, have never seen this kind of fighting style.

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

The White Walker commander was still unsure if it was because of 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 caused their weapons to interfere with the magic of the wights.

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

"Watch out, mammoth!"

"giant!"

"Bear!"

The White Walker army did not fail to fight back. Dodging the flames and fire tornadoes from the side and rear, a heavyweight army of wights consisting of mammoths, giants, and corpse bears launched a counterattack on the cavalry formation on the right wing.

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

But soon after, this heavyweight zombie tide suffered a heavy blow.

They only caused casualties and a momentary delay to the cavalry formation of this human army in the first round of sudden attack, and then they were thrown with wildfire bottles and some kind of condensed liquid boiled from animal fat, and then struck by lightning, igniting a raging fire. For a while, flames shot up into the sky on the battlefield, and bursts of earth-shaking roars were heard.

The White Walker commander in charge of these huge corpses saw the army being suppressed and wanted to control them to charge into the enemy camp with the terrifying green flames, but a strong wind blew up. The human cavalrymen who were fighting in the front directly launched a life-and-death charge, leading their horses and themselves to launch a life-and-death attack, opening up a buffer zone for the rear battle formation.

Then a strong wind blew from the rear of the battle formation. With the help of the sudden strong wind, the tide of corpses was instantly engulfed by the exploding flames as if adding fuel to the fire. The flames on this side expanded rapidly.

The terrible screams of humans who were charging at the risk of their lives and the shrieks and neighs of war horses could be heard there.

The commander of this battle formation attacked by corpse giants and corpse bears was Earl Harman Uller of the Hellgate in Dorne. There was a saying among the nobles of Dorne: "Half of the Uller family are madmen, and the other half are worse."

Seeing his knights die in battle, the earl was furious and said, "Koris-Rirda! Blow the thunder and kill them!"

He was furious this time, and directly urged the power of the armor on his body, relying on the momentary strength he gained from the battle formation, to blow forward an even more violent wind. For a moment, the wind blew violently, and the flames that swept up the wind spread directly to the tail of this branch in the tide of corpses.

This forced the rear troops of the zombie army to retreat for a short period of time and formed an isolation zone of dozens of steps.

It was cool, but the golden electric film on the army's bodies had become much thinner, which showed that many soldiers could no longer hold on under such consumption.

The deputy commander was Sir Ulrich Uller, Earl Uller's younger brother. He quickly pulled his earl and said, "Commander! We can't waste our energy like this! We have only advanced a few hundred steps, and our goal is three leagues away!"

Count Ule shouted loudly: "They are all my best knights!"

Ulrich shouted back, "They deserved to die!"

At this time, as the flames brought by the strong wind in front burned open a space, the troops on the flanks of the battle line quickly filled in the scorched earth, replacing Count Uller's troops to become the new vanguard.

This kind of alternating cover charge can be regarded as an attempt to verify battlefield theory that can control the magic regiment. Whether it can be extended to the entire army depends on whether the first regiment can gain experience, make corrections and optimizations from battlefield practice.

As the first round of charge and the head-on contact between the zombie vanguards ended, the gap in the combat zone ahead became larger and larger.

Randyll Tarly was commanding the center of the army. A messenger rode up on horseback and reported, "Left army reporting, the White Walker army is retreating!"

"The right army reports that the White Walker army is retreating."

"The White Walkers in front of the central army are also retreating."

Lord Lando hesitated, thinking with a stern face, and finally gave the order: "Keep pushing forward, maintain the battle formation, don't chase, and don't fall behind!"

Cheers came from the barbican and the Great Wall.

Viserys narrowed his eyes. Of course, he saw the huge curtain of 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' marching team was discovered by the defenders of the 700-foot-high Wall when they were about two leagues away from the Wall. Then the White Walkers' summoning beams were immediately activated, and the ice dragons attacked. It took the White Walkers on land a full half an hour to reach the foot of the Wall.

When the battle group and the wights were fighting head-on just now, Viserys not only focused on the battle situation but also took the time to smash three ice dragons again.

At the same time, during a break in the battlefield, he discovered that the ice dragon's beam on the left side of the Black Castle had landed on an ice lake, so he tried to send a large-scale thunderstorm there. Viserys didn't even know where the caster was hiding, and the beam there went out.

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

But a temporary victory does not mean a complete victory, because if Viserys has to pull out the ice dragon, a strategic weapon of the White Walkers, on the spot every time it appears, then the God of Cold can think of countless ways to drag Viserys to a certain battlefield, or lead him around the map by the nose, and then formulate an offensive plan.

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

The beacon tower was destroyed by an ice dragon. The three-eyed crow contacted Viserys, and the dragon was not destroyed but exploded into magical ice particles that surged 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 rest should be dotted lines, indicating marching. The Wall has just been breached, and the White Walkers are not moving that fast, but I drew the picture a long time ago, so I won't change it.)
The spread of war inland was unstoppable.

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

So Viserys had to be cruel at this moment. He knew that in this first battle with the White Walkers, countless people would be sacrificed because they were unfamiliar with their way of war. He also knew that countless castles in the North would fall and countless people would die.

But Viserys must make sure that the defenders on the front line of the Wall have the ability to withstand the White Walker army and the zombie tide without him, and the ability to deal with the White Walker ice dragon caster independently.

Although the battle is not over yet, many problems have been exposed.

First, there was a lack of effective ways to transmit information. When a castle on the Great Wall broke, people of Viserys and Brynden's level had to communicate to pass on the message. According to Brynden, the ice dragon exploded, so the defenders had no time to react and were submerged in the cold. The ice dragon's explosion created cold air that enveloped the city walls and the city walls, making it impossible for the beacon tower to send troops to pass on messages and seek help from other places. People could only see from a distance that the flames on the beacon tower seemed to be extinguished.

Secondly, they took it for granted that they only needed to defend and not attack, which resulted in them wasting a lot of time gathering from the military camp south of the Great Wall to the north when they found that they needed to go out and eliminate the enemy's caster.

Viserys is a reflective person. He started to summarize his experience and reflect on the war before it was over.
Back to the present.

The White Walker army in front of the Black Castle retreated, but the First Regiment's pursuit and pace could not be fast, because they were wearing armor and thick clothes and marching northward after a brief stop on the battlefield. The army had to maintain its formation, and the cavalry had to dismount in batches and lead their horses on foot to save horsepower, while also guarding against a counterattack by the White Walkers.

It would take them a long time to reach the area where the blue light of the White Walkers landed.

The battlefield fell into silence for a short time.

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

As the warriors' faith in actual battles deepened, their 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 faith of these people.

At a certain moment, the range of magic perception he formed on the land infected by the power of the God of Cold was transmitted through the power of these groups of prayers who seemed like monks and ascetics performing rituals, forming a magic induction circle of half a league around the army.

It’s like the spiritual consciousness in the novels about cultivating immortals.

At a certain moment, everyone in the regiment who had always maintained their formation and marched steadily step by step heard a steady voice, the voice of the king, in their minds: "Look up to the sky, fellow soldiers, your combined strength is enough to crush the ice dragon!"

The ten thousand soldiers in the battle group all raised their heads. They could see with their own eyes that the icy fog in the sky seemed to be swallowed up and blown away under the direction of their troops.

At this moment, the higher sky was covered with dark clouds, and an ice dragon that was about to take shape was poking its head down from the sky, breathing out a frosty breath at the army.

However, at this moment, the members of the regiment did not feel fear. Instead, a kind of throbbing surged from deep in their hearts. Their scalps tingled, their heartbeats accelerated, and the blood in their bodies seemed to boil.

This was not an illusion. The electric arc surging from the copper dog tags penetrated into their bodies, stimulating the adrenaline in their bodies, amplifying and deepening their courage at this moment.

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

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 become one with their army for a short moment. Lord Randyll, the commander-in-chief, felt it the most deeply.

He felt an unprecedented power being stimulated in his body, and at this moment he had a feeling like an illusion: this army of ten thousand people seemed to have become a part of his body at this moment.

He raised his sword. "In the name of King Viserys—"

Ten thousand men shouted in unison, a voice that shook the sky: "In the name of King Viserys—"

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

Following this spell-like roar, above the military formation, golden lightning surged out from the military formation and merged into a giant thunder arrow in mid-air, surrounded by golden electric light and carrying a terrifying force that shocked people.

"attack!"

With a roar from Lando Tarly, the giant arrow covered with golden electric light was launched, heading towards the huge ice dragon's body in the sky and hitting the ice dragon's head hard.

Click!

As the giant arrow hit the ice dragon, a horrifying thunder sounded. The golden arrow shot straight through the ice dragon's head with unstoppable force. Its remaining power did not diminish, and it shot straight into the black clouds in the sky. For a moment, the golden electric arcs flew away and formed a ball of golden leaping electric current in the sky.

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

Randall Tully and the commanders of various tribes were extremely shocked and could not believe that that was the power they had just emitted.

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

This attack was unexpected not only by the commander, but also by Viserys. They both had to study it carefully afterwards.

But now we are on the battlefield.

The upper body of the ice dragon shattered and exploded, but its entire body did not explode into pieces like it was attacked by Viserys. This blow was strong, but not strong enough.

Even if there were tens of thousands of people, they might not be enough to withstand the power bestowed by Viserys.

However, this kind of attack power is more than enough for mortals.

The entire regiment entered a state of excitement after this attack, and the marching speed increased a lot, while the formation remained the same.

Viserys soon realized that there was no need for the army to actually reach the range of the ice dragon caster. When the troops who believed in him approached, his magical perception would extend through them and spread to sense the power of the God of Cold.

At this moment, that strange perception ability was also transmitted through the arc spreading across the earth to the heart of the chapter commander Lando Tarly, who had entered a strange state.

At this moment, even though Lord Randyll had seen countless wars and was a pragmatist who kept his distance from the gods, he firmly believed in his heart that he had felt the oracle.

The commander raised his sword high: "Stop!"

The emergency stop signal was blown from the center and passed on by the buglers of each commander. After the commander-in-chief shouted "stop", this army of 10,000 people stopped within a few dozen heartbeats.

It must be said that this "stop" of an army of tens of thousands in just a few dozen heartbeats is unimaginable in any era, even in modern times with advanced communications.

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

Lord Lando pointed his sword in a direction: "That direction! Over there!"

Without further ado, the entire army began to chant: "In the name of King Viserys, thunderstorm! koris-rirda!"

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

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

Click!

Boom!

Terrible thunder and explosions came from that direction.

A huge crack appeared visible to the naked eye on the land half a mile away.

A moment later, the icy 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 away by the south wind pointed at by the soldiers.

This was a development not even Viserys had anticipated.

Although because he was there, as a giver of power, he could provide power to the army without reservation.

But it must be said that Viserys did not expect how the power he gave would be used by the army of ten thousand people.

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

Viserys has undoubtedly pioneered new tactical applications of magic in the World of Ice and Fire, and this may usher in a new era of magical warfare.

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.

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

The regiment that had completed its assigned objectives began to retreat, with the front team becoming the rear team, while the formation remained unchanged.

The White Walker commander still had tens of thousands of wights, and they were not stupid, so the original plan was to bring them in to fight. But in the end, they suffered unacceptable losses.

They realized that they had already paid the price and their strategic weapons had been 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 regiment attacked again, and no longer restrained its strength, and directly chased the retreating regiment like crazy.

However, the regiment that had already found its way on the battlefield retreated quickly and immediately split into two rearguard teams, using the remaining wildfire bottles and gales to form several huge and wide walls of fire to cover the retreat of the entire army.

They could only watch helplessly as the human war group moved further and further away.

If they knew the attack range of this human army, if they knew the weapons of this human army, perhaps
Unfortunately, no if.

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

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

Their strategic goal had actually been achieved in the first phase of the Ice Dragon's assault on the Great Wall. Everything they were doing just now was to expand their victory, but they paid a heavy price.
Even though there is no ice dragon in the rear, the White Walker commander still has to launch an attack on the Wall as planned, because their attack is holistic and comprehensive, and the zombie horde responsible for attacking the Black Castle must form an overall coordination with other battlefields.

Besides, we have only lost three ice dragons now, and one has already achieved the 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.

However, when Viserys saw that the regiment was capable of handling the situation on its own, he immediately wanted to move on to carry out the beheading in other directions.

Now there were only three beams left in the north, and Viserys could search for the caster at his leisure.

But when Viserys was about to take action.

The three beams of light suddenly burst out with a strong light, and then completely extinguished in an instant.

The fact that the lights in three directions went out at the same time meant that the caster had received some kind of command to evacuate or hide to prevent Viserys from attacking and locating himself.

Although the beam of light went out, the final burst of strong light still left behind three ice dragons that were not as large as the previous ones.

As they watched, the ice dragons flapped their wings, but they were no longer flying towards the Great Wall. The one on the left side of the Black Castle was seen flapping its wings to the northwest, while the two on the right side of the Black Castle also flapped their wings to the northeast.

Obviously, the enemy changed their strategy and started to play a chasing game with Viserys, the strongest combat force and the only flying unit of the human side.

Viserys was very fast. The Great Wall was dozens of leagues away from east and west, and he could also see the location where the ice dragons were forming from high altitude through the beams of light that penetrated the sky and the earth. However, if the ice dragons did not choose to attack the Great Wall and played hide-and-seek and chase, it would be uncomfortable.

After thinking it over carefully, Viserys made a decision.

A hole has been opened in the eastern city wall. Considering the threat posed 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, and once Viserys had made his decision, a piercing sonic boom was heard in the sky and the huge three-headed dragon transformed into a stream of light like a star and headed straight for the eastern battlefield.

The Nightfort.

When the defenders of Castle Black discovered that they needed to remove the things cast by the White Walker beam, Stannis also keenly discovered this, but he could not organize enough troops to go out of the city for a field battle. The core strength of his army was the more than 200 Red God followers riders who followed him and could rub flames on their weapons.

They, along with another one hundred believers of the Seven Gods, formed Stannis' core three hundred heavy cavalry of the Night's Watch.

The other wildlings, northern reinforcements, Braavos mercenaries, the Night's Watch recruited from other places, and even the missionaries from the Red God's Temple who came from Braavos, could only use the power to defend the city, but could not fight to the death in the field.

Because the focus was placed on defensive preparations at the beginning, the army only prepared for defense and did not prepare for field battles outside the city.

But sitting on the city wall is tantamount to waiting for death.

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

But Stannis "realized" that King Viserys and his dragon seemed to be entangled by the ice dragon of the White Walkers and were exhausted.

Stannis also knew that at this time, the king was the only powerful force, and there was no better way. If he only took care of one place, it was very likely that under the attack of the ice dragon, not only would one beacon tower on the Great Wall collapse, but more walls would be torn open.

He must do what he has to do.

The hero known as the Red God's Chosen One gnashed his teeth and looked at the red-robed priestess Melisandre, whose expression remained calm but whose forehead was covered with beads of sweat under the firelight. "How close do I have to send you?"

"A quarter of a league, no, half a league!" On the Wall, the power of the priestess was growing every day. In the past, she needed enough blood sacrifices to quickly replenish her power, but on the Wall, Melisandre could feel the power under her skin expanding every day. She maintained a mysterious attitude and looked deeply at Stannis, who was under great pressure and gnashing his teeth and sucking blood. "I see our victory!"

"Is it?" Her words did not make Stannis feel relieved. "I hope you saw the right thing this time. They believed in me, woman. Lord Mors Umber of the North chose to give me the lives of a thousand of his horsemen. Lorath's sellswords of Braavos also chose to give me their lives. And the giants led by their leaders Magg and Want chose to give me their lives. I am a hero, the Chosen One, am I not? I have never wished more for this glowing steel in my hand to burn. If you tell me that I can gain power by piercing someone's heart, I will plunge the sword into it without hesitation!"

The priestess' expression was still profound: "My lord, 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 bitterly: "Mission."

At this time, Gilbert Farling, who had finally gathered his men through the narrow passage of the city, blew the horn and shouted to him from below the city: "Be ready, sir."

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

There were more than three thousand knights, and every second knight held a burning torch.

At the very front, there were twenty giants holding up even bigger torches, like lighthouses.

Stannis, his glowing sword held high, stepped through a gap in the ranks and into the front row, surrounded by the crowd.

He began to ride to the left, with his sword held high, and as he went he called out, "Form up—form up—form up!"

When riding to the end of the team.

He turned and spurred his horse, letting his glowing sword 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, colliding with weapons one after another, making a clanging sound: "Ready - ready - ready!"

Stannis's voice moved from the far left of the line to the far right, and then back to the center.

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

"forward!"

"forward!"

With these earth-shaking roars, the death squad that Stannis had spent so much effort to organize set off towards the approaching blizzard sky.

Their mission was simple, which was to fight until the last man standing and send the red priestess Melisandre to half a league away from where the light column landed.

Stannis certainly 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 beam of light fell. So it was destined to be used only as a backup plan if he managed to successfully cross the battlefield and send the red-robed woman to her location and then retreat. 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 carry it out.

Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—

The last round of oil barrels thrown from the direction of the Great Wall and the city wall revealed to the death squad a tide of countless zombies approaching in the snow and blizzard.

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 echoed throughout the battlefield.

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

"Kill them!"

The cavalry and the army of the dead 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 battles here cannot achieve the same advantage and crushing effect as Viserys's band, they are still quite methodical.

Responsible for the charge were the heavy cavalry and twenty giants that Stannis had finally gathered. The heavy cavalry's armor was too heavy and both the men and the horses were wearing heavy armor. The giants were slow and could not run, so they were destined to be unable to break out of the White Walker army like the light cavalry and trek a distance of two and a half leagues.

Their job is to tear open the zombie tide front 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 is done to get Melisandre within half a league of the beam, and to achieve this goal, Stannis must be willing to sacrifice anyone.

The Nightfort also has special pitchers who hurl oil cans; they are light cavalrymen who are protected in the array.

Some people threw oil cans, while the heavy cavalry in the vanguard threw the torches in their hands, directing the flames towards the tide of zombies, and then used their free hands to brandish their weapons.

"fire!"

At this moment, the red-robed female priest riding beside Stannis uttered a series of strange and eerie syllables that made one's scalp tingle. With a bang, the weapons in the hands of the riders who had direct contact with the wights all burst into flames.

The forward suddenly let out a loud roar: "So this is what a White Walker looks like!"

"Throw the spear there!"

"Throw a spear!"

It turned out that Gordie Farring, 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 zombies. They were leading the tide of zombies towards them. It seemed that they had discovered the key defense point of the cavalry and were about to rush over to kill the generals and seize the flag.

But Stannis is not the kind of commander who is powerful enough to fight the enemy for hundreds of rounds.

So he is always surrounded by people to protect him.

The Wall has been fully prepared to deal with the White Walkers.

Hearing the words "throwing spears", many riders immediately put away their weapons, freed their hands, and took out short throwing spears made of obsidian with the help of the Dornish from the sides of their horses or from the belts tied to their bodies at the back.

For a moment, obsidian spears were thrown like raindrops and fell towards the White Walker riders.

These White Walker riders, wearing black ice armor and riding on dead animals, were overwhelmed by obsidian javelins before they could get close.

Gordie Farin laughed wildly: "See, the one in the middle? I killed that one!"

"careful!"

Sir Gaudi's laughter came to an abrupt end as a corpse eagle swooped down from the sky and knocked him off his horse.

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

Stannis's vision was quickly obscured by the blizzard and the riders who followed closely to fill the guard. The last thing he saw was a giant waving a huge torch in his hand, sweeping towards the place where Gordy fell off his horse.
The cavalry continued to charge, and it was difficult to tell the direction in the blizzard. All they could see were the rising flames, the flashing of swords, and the rain of arrows coming from nowhere.

But Stannis's glowing sword pointed the way for all the riders who could keep up and not fall behind. As long as they followed his light, they would be in the right direction.

It was impossible to count how many dozens or hundreds of heartbeats they had galloped through the tide of zombies. Finally, the charging cavalry broke through the White Walker formation and reached the edge of the blizzard.

The roars, shouts and screams behind me were endless.

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

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

Stannis had no idea how many men were still behind him; all he could hear was the thump of horses' hooves and the sound of shouting and fighting fading away.

After breaking through the enemy's formation, although small groups of zombies were occasionally seen, they could hardly 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 their buttocks with the spurs under their feet. They did not spare the horse's strength 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 fall, and their riders were thrown off their horses.

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

Stannis gnashed his teeth and ignored everything else.

Finally, at a certain moment.

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

As she spoke, the sound of horses stopping continued.

Stannis could hear that the horses were neighing less and less. His heart was numb. He just kept looking in the direction of the blue beam and ordered the bugler: "Blow the bugle! Tell the rear army where we are."

The trumpeter then responded numbly and blew the trumpet.

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

Although everyone has more or less guessed how the priestess's spells are performed, they still insist on covering it up.

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

A chill wind blew in from high above, and Stannis looked up to see the ice dragon that King Viserys had shattered not long ago taking shape again.

Seen from here, the giant dragon poked its body out from the rolling dark clouds. Its huge body looked like a blue iceberg, leaning over from the sky.

At this moment, Stannis seemed to be looking into the eyes of the giant ice dragon, and a chill went straight from his tailbone to his forehead.

Stannis' heart went cold, but he clenched his teeth.

He wanted to give an order, but he racked his brains and had no idea what order to give.

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

As Melisandre's chilling scream rang out in his ears, a shadow emerged from the black cloth barrier. From the size of a baby, it grew in the blink of an eye to be extremely tall, towering over the ground.

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

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

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

The scene suddenly became quiet, as if dead silent.

In this dead silence, Stannis and more than a hundred knights beside him stood here, in the biting cold wind, facing the huge black ice creation in the sky alone.

Before we knew it, the giant dragon opened its huge mouth, and a breath of dark blue as ghost fire came out from its mouth in the sky.

Watching the breath, Stannis suddenly felt a peace he had never felt before. For the first time, he suppressed the urge to grind his teeth. He suddenly wondered, "Am I going to die?"

However, the tranquility of death seemed to never descend upon him. Stannis' waist suddenly felt hot, and a wave of heat suddenly erupted from his body, forming a red flame barrier with Stannis as the center, enveloping everyone.

Stannis suddenly realized that the thing that was burning was the ruby ​​that King Viserys had given him through Jorah before he left for Dragonstone, and that Melisandre had later taken out 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. Under the terrifying temperature, it turned into a hot and humid rain.

There was no second breath of dragon.

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

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

As she spoke, the red priest stretched out her right hand, and her fingers seemed like a silk thread, hooking the gaze of Stannis who was in a state of shock.

Then, the priestess pointed her slender, green fingers towards her chest.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, Stannis held the glowing sword 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 those who were around had to close their eyes to avoid being burned.

The heat from the sword was so terrible, like a hot furnace full of charcoal. The snow on the ground melted instantly and smoked. Even the black woolen clothes on Stannis's arms where he held the sword began to burn.

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

The sword no longer emitted the seven colors, only a strange red color remained.

At this moment, Stannis woke from his trance.

He first looked at the sword in his hand and discovered that it was no longer cold, but as hot as the summer sun.

Then he saw Melisandre lying before him, her wounds horribly burned, but without blood, as if she were dead.

Finally, he found himself "seeing" two gems that were strangely emitting scarlet light, one in a pouch made of special material around his waist, and the other on Melisandre's neck.

(End of this chapter)