Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 265: The Night Watchman Blows the Horn of Winter
It was dark, the road was slippery, and the weather was terribly cold. The horses were so cold that they were kicking their feet.

In order to keep the horses warm, the army has specially put a layer of wool padding on the horses like armor to protect the horses' faces and eyes and block the wind.

Since the beginning of the long night, and several heavy snowfalls, this section of the plain road on the southern foot of the Great Wall, which used to be easy to walk on, has become extremely difficult to walk on. Despite the king's orders and the occasional risk of supply teams passing through, large-scale marches are still very difficult.

More than thirty leagues, marching in such weather means at least two days' journey, but the king still ordered them to go to the east for support, which shows that the crisis in the east has become very serious.

It's called rushing to help, but it's impossible to rush there with all your strength like charging into battle at such a long distance.

The so-called rushing to help was a very troublesome task, especially now that they had to cross more than 30 leagues of snowy roads in the night. In order to speed up the march, the armor and heavy equipment needed to be concentrated on the mule carts responsible for them, and torches and fuel were prepared to ensure warmth and lighting for the marching team. In particular, attention should be paid to the endurance consumption of the horses and the replenishment of fresh water - people could keep going by eating dry food and drinking water, but in this case, the consumption of horses was huge, so special attention needed to be paid to preparing enough materials such as bean cakes, cornmeal, and apples for the horses.

Horses eat much better than humans.

Because they were rushing to help, they could not enter a castle along the way to rest and replenish supplies, but had to stay on the way. Scouts and logistics troops would first go to the castles where they were expected to rest and inform them to prepare rations and temporary garrisons along the route the army would pass.

The army that gathered in the Black Castle had actually anticipated this situation, but the troops stationed in each castle were originally estimated to be sufficient for defending the city. If necessary, the Black Castle would serve as the general reserve to support areas with serious losses.

But now it seems that the support from the east may not be for defending the city.

Although the soldiers did not receive exact information, some experienced battlefield veterans could smell the danger from the requirements of the march.

"It's a pity that the long night comes too quickly." Aegon rode side by side with Lord Arya, and said in a comforting tone, "Your Majesty's Second Regiment has instructors who train new soldiers, and he has also brought the magic armor to all the units on the Wall. If we have enough time, we can train the generals and soldiers. Perhaps we can also do what the First Regiment did, using magic and sorcery."

Arya thought: It's so cold on the Wall, and in the long night, where is the place and conditions for training?

Although she saw the power of that army and had high expectations for the training and armor promised by the king, the actual conditions obviously did not allow them to train at the Great Wall.

Even if she wanted to, the Second Battle Group was blocked at Moat Cailin by the long night and the snow in the North, and even her uncle Edmure's troops were blocked at Winterfell. Arya looked up at the sky, which was covered with dark clouds under the long night, and even the stars could not be seen.

"Maybe. Your Highness Aegon, we have a long way to go to provide assistance this time, and we have to march on a snowy road. I'm worried that the morale of the troops is not high. Please lead the front army to continue forward, and I will go to the rear to check and confirm that no team is left behind." Arya did not respond to Aegon directly. She informed him with a little respect, and then took the big hound, the Greatjon of the North, and twenty guards from various families to station their horses on the side, walked on the ice that had not been stepped on the snow road, and slowly retreated to the rear.

Aegon looked at the other party's actions, didn't care, and just nodded slightly.

Now the lords in the North are naturally divided into two parts. One part follows Aegon in the name of the coalition, such as Dustin and Lacewell who surrendered after being defeated, Glover, Flint in the south, and even Greyjoy of the Iron Islands.

The other part obeys Arya and recognizes her as the Lord Stark in the North.

This kind of standing on the side is not determined by the will of the actual leaders of the two sides. The subordinates will naturally gather together for various interests and demands. Aegon and Arya are friendly, and they are also friendly with each other, but there is a natural difference in political stance.

The War of the Six Kings caused chaos in the positions of various Northern families. Especially after Aegon, representing the Targaryens, got involved, it caused a more fatal rift in the Northern rule of the Stark family, which had seemed ironclad, than that of the Bolton family.

Now everyone is working for the same goal, so of course it cannot be shown, but everyone can feel that the North now has two voices.

If Aegon and Arya could form a political marriage, perhaps they could heal the rift in the North.

But even Viserys secretly didn't want that to happen.

There is also a third party in the North, the lords of the Vale, who are trying to bring Aegon and Sansa together to protect their own rights. Viserys actually knows all this, but he doesn't care.

Leaving it alone is actually a manifestation of an attitude.

As for Arya, although she was not keen on the title of Duke of the North, after shouldering the burden of the Stark family, she found that even if she wanted to give it up and hand it over to Sansa, the people below would not agree.

Sansa has no prestige among the northern lords.

So Arya counts on Rickon.

The unspoken rule in Westeros is that male heirs are given priority, so Arya secretly discussed with the Manderly family loyal to Stark and quietly sent a ship to pick up Rickon.

I hope Rickon is okay.

But in fact, Arya also knew a will. After she went north, the Reed family of Greywater Watch in the Neck sent someone to contact her, and Maggie Mormont and Galbert Glover also came at the same time.

It is worth mentioning that the Mormont family now has many branches in the North.

Jorah Mormont, former Lord of Bear Island during the reign of King Robert, swore allegiance to King Viserys at the Wall.

Maegor Mormont, the former Lord of Bear Island during Robb's reign, was thought to be dead, but reappeared after the Reconquest of the North and pledged allegiance to Arya of the Stark family.

Lord Alysanne Mormont, Lord of Bear Island during the period when Roose Bolton was called Lord in the North, finally sided with Aegon Targaryen. Although the title of earl returned to Maege Mormont after the appearance of Maege, the Mormont family is now scattered like flowers from the sky at the Great Wall in the North, under Aegon, and under Arya, including family members, knights, and soldiers. The situation is rather embarrassing.

But with Jorah's relationship, the Mormont family can be directly linked to the king, which is very complicated. Mormont's own situation is particularly complicated now. Lord Maggie sometimes even wonders whether the Mormont family should set up a main branch in the North at this juncture, like the Flint family in the North.

The Glover family also faced the same situation after the appearance of the patriarch, Gilbert, but this patriarch was a little more resourceful than Maggie. Gilbert himself was a widower and had no children, so his younger brother, Robert Glover, was the heir.

The situation in the North was complicated, and Gaibert chose to do nothing. He was personally loyal to Robb's will, and persuaded Maggie to hand over Robb's will to Arya with him, and then swore allegiance to Arya. As for the family, Deepwood Motte had fallen into the hands of the Ironborn, and the family was in decline, and there was no power to control the situation. So the patriarch decided to respect all the agreements reached by the family leaders when he was away, and everything would remain the same. Anyway, it seems that there is no actual conflict between the two sides of the branch station in the North, so this approach is quite decent.

Both Aegon and Arya were quite satisfied with Gaibert's attitude.

It is worth mentioning that both sides actually hope that all the northern lords can do the same as Gaibert, but they do not have the prestige and repressive power of King Viserys, and cannot forcibly bridge the trend of political division among the various forces.

Although it sounds bad, the fact is that Viserys used his personal force and prestige to force the princes to unite the crown, Dorne, the Stormlands, and the South. Dorne and the Stormlands, Dorne and the South, there are many feuds between the princes and nobles.
Let’s talk about the will in Arya’s hand.

From the moment she received the will, Arya knew that it could not be used or mentioned.

The will was drawn up by Robb, "King of the North and the Riverlands", and both the Targaryen royal family and the current northern lords only recognize "The Guardian of the North, Duke Stark".

What King of the North and the Riverlands? There is only one king now, King Viserys!
Although Arya is the youngest sister, she really wants to tell her illegitimate brother that Robb finally chose her as his brother and let him know Robb's love for her before his death.

But as the Duke of the North, Arya knew that the will should not be told to anyone else, and she would take this secret to the grave. The moment she got it, Arya asked Maggie and Gabbert to swear with her that the secret would rot in the stomachs of the three of them.

"I'm sorry, Jon." Arya could only apologize to Jon in her heart.

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At this moment, Arya's direwolf Nymeria suddenly howled.

Arya looked over, and suddenly she thought: Nymeria chose to give up the wolf pack at the Twins for her and returned to the North with her. It seems that whether it is a human or a wolf, making choices on the road to growth always requires giving up something.

A huge wolf shadow quickly approached from the back of the team.

It’s Bai Ling.

The two direwolves came close to each other, sniffed each other's scent, and found a sheltered place in the dark snow to sit quietly.

The direwolves had all grown up. They no longer played and made noise, and they rarely saw each other in Castle Black. Even if they did, they would just sit quietly beside each other for a while before quickly going about their own business.

Just like her and Jon.

Jon's team soon followed.

Arya saw Jon and found that his face still had that expression of joy mixed with various complicated emotions.

It was Arya who greeted them first: "Jon, the march is long, would you like to walk together?"

Arya was about to join the marching team, but the Northern soldiers in the rear and the Night's Watch and wildlings brought by Jon tacitly made room for them.

It wasn't until Arya got closer to Jon that she realized that the burly man next to Jon, who looked huge even on his horse, was Ser Jorah.

"Ser Jorah," Arya said, straightening her face expertly. "So you are in the team?"

Ser Jorah forced a smile behind his hood and nodded to Arya. "Hello, Lord Arya."

"Hello." Seeing that the other party did not answer, Arya tactfully watched him slowly distance himself.

She looked back.

The smile on Jon's face was inexplicably bitter. He asked, "Arya, why are you here?"

They had met several times before, and though they had a great affection for each other, calling her "my little sister" was like that morning before they parted in King Robert's camp, and something was never the same again.

Arya didn't answer his question, but asked him directly: "Jon, why do I feel like you've been avoiding me these days?"

"There are a lot of things going on at the Wall, you know." Jon smiled bitterly, "The wights come every day."

As they spoke, Ghost and Nymeria quickly caught up and strolled ahead of them.

"When we parted last time, I told you that I had something important to tell you about your mother. I asked you to be mentally prepared and come to me." Arya looked at him solemnly, "Why don't you come?"

"Arya, I..." Jon's brows were full of embarrassment, "I already know."

"Ah? Who told you?" Arya wondered. "Are there members of the House of Dayne from Dornefall in your majesty's warband?"

"House of Dayne?" Jon asked in confusion.

"Who told you that?" Arya asked.

"Yes, Arya, I want to hear what you know." She found that Jon hesitated to speak, as if hesitating about something.

Arya looked strange, but still whispered to him: "Willa. This is your mother's name."

"What?" Jon's face looked even more confused, and his brows were furrowed.

Arya was puzzled, but continued to tell him: "When I was wandering in the Riverlands, I met Lord Edric Dayne of the Dayne family in the Brotherhood Without Banners. He was about your age and was serving as a squire to the leader of the Brotherhood, Ser Dondarrion. He told me that he and you were breastfed brothers. I asked him, he was in Dorne and you were in the North, how could you be breastfed brothers?"

Jon asked subconsciously, "What did he say?"

"He said that Wylla was his wet nurse and your mother. This is known to everyone in Starfall. Father went to Starfall to return the greatsword Dawn from the Dayne family, so..." Arya said, noticing that Jon's expression was getting weirder and weirder. She couldn't help asking, "Is this different from what you heard from others?"

"No." Jon was speechless for a moment. After a pause, Jon said something that Arya couldn't understand, "Arya, father. Lord Eddard never betrayed his marriage to your mother, Lady Catelyn. That Lady Willa, I'm afraid, is not my mother, but a cover created by father."

"What?" This time it was Arya's turn to frown.

"I'm sorry, Arya. There are some secrets that I can't tell you since you don't know them." Jon sighed, "But Lord Eddard will always be my elder and my father, and so will you. In my heart, you will always be my sister."

"." Arya opened her mouth and was silent for a long time. Suddenly she smiled and said, "Don't apologize. I understand you very well, Jon, my brother. I also have secrets that I can't tell you. It seems that we are even, right?"

"Arya," Jon called his little sister's name, and suddenly felt a kind of sadness of losing something important. Master Aemon once taught him: Kill the boy in your heart. But he always kept a trace of innocence towards his family, his beloved brother and sister Arya. Today, he suddenly felt that this trace of innocence seemed to be leaving him.

"Okay, let's not think about those bad things." Arya suddenly made a face at him, "If there is no war, I hope everyone can return to Winterfell and have a good family gathering."

"Home" Jon muttered the word, and replied with a sigh, "Yes. I really hope I can go back to Winterfell if I have the chance."

"There will be a chance," Arya said. "I believe it."

"Yeah." Jon nodded, not daring to look Arya in the eye.

The urgency of the war could be easily felt even on the southern slope of the Great Wall.

Every catapult on the Great Wall is in operation, and every beacon flame is burning fiercely.

The rescue team traveled eastward. Every garrisoned castle, including Nightfort, Deeplake Residence, and Queen's Gate, was engaged in battle. From time to time, fireballs could be seen flying out from the tall city walls in the night and falling out of sight blocked by the cliffs of the Great Wall.

In addition to the Long Night Fort, which was said to have already left the city for field battle, this team that was sent to provide support under the king's order had already drawn cavalry units from the southern wall defense forces of various castles along the way and incorporated them into its jurisdiction.

When the team was resting at a temporary rest point outside Shuibin Village, the number of troops had swelled from 3,000 when they left the Black Castle to 6,000, and there were still three castles ahead, namely Sable Hall, Ice Crystal Gate, and Long Carriage Tower, before reaching the target beacon tower.

The scouts sent to the front have not brought back any news, and the army is still unable to determine what exactly happened there.

But the closer they got, the more pressure they felt, because the garrisons sent out by each castle to join in all claimed that the king himself had arrived on a dragon, and asked each castle to select men and wait for the Black Castle's troops to gather together and go to the beacon tower for support.

After resting for about two hours, the army had a hot meal and a short rest, then set out again for the beacon tower.

The troops did not receive any new reinforcements in Sable Hall. The Night Watchman said that support from several castles near the beacon tower had already been assembled in the direction of the beacon tower as the first echelon.

And the scout finally brought first-hand news from the front.

The beacon tower collapsed.

The giant dragon summoned by the White Walkers crashed into the wall and created a crack, which then exploded, directly causing the Great Wall at the beacon tower to collapse, creating a huge gap that was fifty feet wide at its widest point.

Because the dragon breathed out air from great height and then swooped down to hit the Great Wall, the wall collapsed from north to south and from top to bottom. Now, only a 20 to 30-foot-long wall base remains at the beacon tower, and a pile of broken ice ruins that spread hundreds of feet to the south.

The second collapse caused by the snowstorm from the north caused some fragments of the Great Wall to fall outside the north wall. The beacon towers were now flooded with corpses, and even crossed the base of the wall at one point. It was the king's three-headed dragon that breathed a breath of flame when it passed by, and only then did it recapture the defensive position built on the base.

When the scouts arrived at the beacon tower, two ice dragons controlled by the White Walkers were attacking from the sky, trying to cause more serious damage to the collapsed part of the beacon tower. But because the king rode a dragon to kill them, the two ice dragons scattered and fled.

The dragon's threat was temporarily lifted, but more and more zombies were emerging from the collapsed gap in the north, and the defenders were in urgent need of support.

After hearing the intelligence, the commanders of the troops coming to support took a deep breath.

Although we had a somewhat bad estimate in our hearts when we were summoned for help, we were still frightened when the exact news came.

The city wall is seven hundred feet high and dozens of feet thick. In the past, before seeing the unimaginable power of ordinary people, no one would believe that such a miraculous giant structure would collapse so quickly due to a sudden attack.

But that's what happened.

When they heard the news, they were still seven or eight leagues away from the beacon tower. The reinforcements made some preparations and held an emergency meeting.

Aegon spoke first, "What I mean is that we should immediately select 2,000 riders to form a light cavalry, bring enough fuel and grease, and rush to the battlefield first. The positions have been set up there, and what they need most is definitely not soldiers, but fuel to block the gap and stop the tide of zombies."

"I agree." Arya gave her advice competently. "I would like to add one more thing. We should quickly count the wildfire supplies brought from Castle Black. The front troops should clear the road and let the troops responsible for escorting the fuel supplies go to the front. If necessary, we can ignore the endurance of the mules and horses and deliver the wildfire that is most useful for defending the gap to the front line of the battlefield as soon as possible."

"Another point."

This emergency meeting was short and quick. In less than a quarter of an hour, the main decision was made and sent to various departments by messengers.

After the emergency meeting, Aegon could no longer sit still and was about to set out to select two thousand light cavalry to form a vanguard and rush to the battlefield.

As the commanders of various units returned to their respective posts to convey orders, Arya realized that her illegitimate brother Jon Snow, who had attended the emergency meeting, was still there.

Arya thought Jon had something to say to her, but she didn't expect Jon to stop Prince Aegon who was eager to try.

But he said, "Your Highness Aegon, please allow the Night's Watch to accompany the vanguard." As he said this, he nodded apologetically in the direction of Arya.

Aegon didn't understand why, he just thought it was the blood and tradition of the Night's Watch. After all, he had seen Commander Mormont hanging ropes and ladders under the urn to cover the army's assembly. So Aegon acted like a commander of the coalition forces according to his normal attitude towards the Night's Watch: "Very good, Jon Snow, right? I know you, the men of the Night's Watch are really good. Go, call your men, we will set off immediately. Are you willing to be the leader with me?"

Aegon was inviting Jon to join him in the vanguard of the Blade Army, charging into battle. This was a royal gesture of honoring and trusting his subordinates, although the so-called head of the formation was definitely not the real front of the formation, but the tail of the vanguard.

But for ordinary night watchmen, this is a manifestation of great trust.

Even Jon couldn't help but associate Aegon with himself and Jon's "biological father" Rhaegar Targaryen.

I heard that Prince Rhaegar was also a brave warrior who dared to take the lead in every battle and had great charisma. It was a pity that he was defeated and died in a duel with Robert at the Trident.

At this moment, Jon stood in front of the prince he knew was his half-brother, and looked at his half-sister Arya, whom he had thought for more than a decade. He felt very strange. Jon had mixed emotions in his heart, and bowed to Aegon: "Thank you for your trust, Your Highness."

"Good!" Aegon patted Jon's shoulder vigorously, as if he was encouraging a warrior he admired very much. Then, Aegon looked at Arya and encouraged Jon like a leader, "The battle is about to begin. Say goodbye to Lord Arya, Jon."

After saying this, this "brother" who was Jon's true blood relative nodded at him gracefully and left.

Aegon's attitude and demeanor made Jon suddenly feel relieved, and the inexplicable knot in his heart suddenly subsided a lot.

The emergency meeting was held without even a tent, on a raised snow hill to the side of the marching team.

Now only Jon and Arya are left on this snowy hill.

Arya said, "Jon, I would love to charge with you, but I am not as tall or strong as you are. Nymène's fire wouldn't help, and I know I would just cause trouble."

Most importantly, one of Arya's most valiant guards is Sandor Clegane, a hound who is afraid of fire. He is as useless as the direwolf Nymue in a fire attack. The Greatjon, who has been imprisoned in the Twins for more than half a year, is eager to try, but as one of the few Stark generals, Arya needs the Greatjon to cooperate with her.

Jon said hurriedly: "No, Arya, charging into battle with bravery and controlling the army with wisdom are different ways of working. In my opinion, you are very wise to be able to control an army of so many people."

"That's not wisdom." Arya shook her head and laughed, not caring. She said with some pride, "The reputation of the 'Wolf Girl' in the Riverlands was not spread by wisdom. It's a pity that the North is too cold, and Nymène's wolf pack in the Riverlands was disbanded. Alas, I don't know if the Riverlands have entered the Long Night, and how Nymène's wolf pack is doing. You don't have to say anything, Jon, just do what you want to do, and don't worry about guessing what I might think. You should understand me. If I had a choice, I would never be the Duke of the North." Arya said, "I believe you, so you should believe me too. Jon, remember what father said?
Winter is coming——"

"-A pack of wolves lives, a lone wolf dies." Jon and Arya recited this motto in unison.

Their eyes met, and nothing was said.

Jon's inner conflict subsided a lot.

His mind was churning. He thought of Qhorin the Halfhand in the Night's Watch, Commander Mormont, his brothers in the Night's Watch, Master Aemon who warned him "We are first and foremost the Night's Watch", and then his "father" Eddard, his sister Arya, and his brothers Robb, Bran, Rickon, and Sansa. Finally, he thought of the distant King Viserys, Prince Aegon, and his grandfather Aemon who told him "You are also a Targaryen."

At this moment, Jon, who has already determined to blow the horn with his life, has a clear triple identity in his heart: "He is first a Night's Watcher, then a Stark, and finally a Targaryen."

The reason he blew the horn had nothing to do with his family background, but because he was a Night's Watchman who had sworn to give his all to defend the Great Wall.

Soon, Jon, Ser Jorah and a hundred Night's Watch rangers followed Aegon's front army and set out with a vanguard of two thousand riders from the reinforcement team.

It was originally thought that this would be a forced march that would lead directly to the beacon tower, but something unexpected happened.

The vanguard was only three or four leagues away from the beacon tower at a rapid march.

Here, even in the pitch-black night, one can feel the chill wind blowing through the cracks in the Great Wall a few miles away.

The team could even feel the chaotic wind direction with strange chill howling towards the beacon tower, the biting cold wind was mixed with freezing ice crystals and snowflakes.

Looking up, a long section of the city wall without any fire and a vaguely visible wall in the distance shrouded in wind and snow showed the severity of the situation.

Yet the situation is getting worse.

As the scouts reappeared, worse news came.

"What? Tens of thousands of zombies are coming from the southeast of the southern foot of the Great Wall? Is the news true? The zombies landed from the direction of Seal Bay?"

Even Jon Connington, who had always been a pillar of support for Aegon and stabilized the morale of the army, couldn't help but ask three questions in a row when he heard this information.

The news that a section of the Great Wall had collapsed at the beacon tower was shocking enough, but who would have expected to hear even more terrifying news when we arrived here to provide support.

After sending the scout away, Aegon, who had been maintaining a confident attitude, could not help but change color: "Should we pass the information to commanders at all levels of the army?"

"Hurry!" said Franklin of the Golden Company, one of Aegon's core members, or now should be called Franklin Flowers, a knight knighted by the royal family of Westeros. "It is better to panic now than to panic on the battlefield. Moreover, His Highness Aegon is personally leading the battle, and His Majesty the King is supporting him in the air on a dragon. I believe no one dares to disobey his orders."

So the news spread.

When the news reached Jon Snow, he realized the urgency of the situation and could no longer hold back. He threw all his worries and confusion behind him and rushed to Aegon, the commander of the front army, with Sir Jorah, saying that he had something very important to say.

Finally, Jon spoke up, and he didn't understand why King Viserys didn't tell everyone the secret directly: "Lord Aegon, I may have a way to repair the Wall."

Upon hearing this, Aegon's small group in the front army were all shocked: "What?!"

"Ser Jorah can testify to this," Jon pointed to Jorah beside him, "Your Majesty also knows this, but this matter has not been verified, I am not sure-"

Aegon's face changed again and again, and he was obviously shocked by the news. He asked Jorah: "Does your majesty know?"

"Yes, Your Majesty knows." Jorah nodded in confirmation.

"Okay!" Aegon shouted directly, "So, what do you want me to do for you next, Jon Snow?"

Did he just believe it?

Jon looked at Aegon, and for a moment he was a little dazed. "I know the situation is urgent. Your Highness may lead troops to stop the zombie tide in the southeast, but please allow my men to follow me to the beacon tower."

"Of course. How long will it take you to repair the Great Wall?" Aegon said fiercely, "I will lead my army to stop the enemy with all my strength. I will never let the zombies coming from the southeast enter the beacon tower! If the zombies come in, my army and I will be wiped out."

"Your Highness." Jon's heart surged, but he couldn't give a definite answer. "I'm not sure."

"Oh, that's right. You just said that this matter has not been verified." Aegon laughed, "I was anxious and confused. Haha."

Aegon laughed twice, but did not laugh back.

"." For the first time, Jon felt that he was taciturn. At this moment, he couldn't say a word to his half brother in front of him.

But Aegon said calmly: "But I trust my uncle, Jon, so I trust you too."

After a long pause, Jon could only utter: "Thank you."

The army continued to move forward.

Gradually, the wind and snow ahead became stronger and stronger, and along the way, huge pieces of broken ice could be seen across the snowy fields. Those ice blocks were obviously the result of the collapse of the Great Wall and fell here. One could easily see the terrifying scratches that the ice blocks had scraped out on the snow before they stopped.

The further the team went, the larger the ice blocks on the side of the road became. In some places, the collapsed broken ice and rocks even formed a high slope across the plain.

The so-called "road" they were walking on was obviously a passage that the defenders of the nearby castle had risked their lives to explore before them when they came to support them.

Finally, the vanguard arrived at the beacon tower.

The situation here is extremely horrific.

The point where the ice dragon broke through the wall was not in the middle of the castle, but on a wall about two hundred steps east of the Beacon Tower Castle.

But the collapsed wall had obviously been subjected to a terrible force when it was broken, and fragments of the wall were scattered everywhere, and the collapsed wall even spread to a rugged mountain hundreds of feet high on the southern slope. Some fragments even spread to the city wall under the beacon tower, submerging half of the city wall.

What was even more terrifying was that the collapsed section of the beacon tower wall, the fifty feet of uncollapsed wall and the top of the wall were all covered with a strange layer of dazzling blue ice.

When you get closer, you can see through the snow and wind that under the ice, there are many catapults and giant crossbows that were originally used for defense on the beacon tower, as well as many city wall guards who were frozen there in various shapes and had no time to escape.

There were even a few defenders who seemed to fall from a seven-hundred-foot-high wall. Halfway down, they were wrapped by the sudden eruption of black ice and were frozen in the blue ice layer hanging on the wall.

This horrifying scene seemed like the end of the world, and everyone who saw it was terrified.

Surprisingly, the beacon tower did not fall as expected, and the defenders did not all die. When the ice dragon attacked, the city wall collapsed, and the ice dragon exploded, many people in the Great Wall tunnel, the room on the west side of the city wall, and the soldier caves on the city wall did not die. They escaped, but the cold air from the ice dragon extinguished the flames and brought a terrible cold wave. They could only survive inside and did not even have time to send out a distress signal.

The army followed the support troops that arrived first, built wooden boards on the mountain formed by the collapsed city wall, poured ice water, and laid fur, straw, and dry branches to form a "mountain climbing road" and climbed up the side of the collapsed city wall.

Here, the cold wind blowing in from the gap in the north is extremely cold and chilling.

At the end of the road on the collapsed city wall, in the low-lying area in the north of the "mountain", at the foot of the Great Wall, you can see the shadowy figures of a large number of defenders throwing stones and setting fires to stop the tide of zombies.

Climbing up the mountain formed by the collapsed wall and looking towards the southeast, you can also see the edge of the "mountain" there. On the broken city wall, a group of people are using wooden boards and oil drums to build a commanding blocking point.

Further to the southeast, a terrifying blizzard was approaching. The blizzard caused by the marching army of the White Walkers in the south of the city was thinner than that in the north, so it was easy to see the countless hordes of zombies in the blizzard.

There were few defenders in the southeast. Aegon had received a message from a scout earlier, saying that the defenders in the south had repeatedly requested reinforcements, so he did not hesitate and rushed to the south with two thousand soldiers.

The south is the collapsed section of the Great Wall, and unlike the north, there is still high ground formed by the roots of the wall.

The southern route is destined to be a tough battle.

Jon and the Night's Watch said goodbye to Aegon's vanguard here. Since they were just "strangers" traveling together temporarily, Jon and Aegon didn't even say a word of farewell.

Jon knew that the horn would require "life" to blow, so he felt that this farewell would be forever. He watched Aegon go south, praying to the new gods for his "brother" in his heart, and then thinking of Arya, he prayed to the old gods for his sister.

After the blessing, the Night's Watcher Jon Snow turned around, rode his horse on the path built on the collapsed city wall, and headed north resolutely.

The collapsed section of the Wall was hundreds of feet long, a short distance for a horseman, but to Jon it seemed like a lifetime.

Finally, amid the hoarse shouts of killing, he arrived at the foot of the wall.

At this time, someone came to help. This was a man from Essos, speaking with a thick oriental accent: "Are you reinforcements? Which part of the Night's Watch are you from?"

Jon replied: "In the direction of Castle Black, the vanguard of 2,000 troops has gone to the south to provide support, and there are another 4,000 coming soon!"

The Essos man shouted: "Great! I will take you to report this good news to the front line."

"No." At this moment, Jon suddenly felt as if destiny was calling him. "Wait for me to see the wall."

"What?" The responding soldier didn't understand.

But Jon ignored him, dropped the reins of his horse, and walked straight to the damaged part of the Great Wall. He reached out and touched the jagged black ice covered with strange blue ice layers.

"It's dangerous, don't touch it!" The soldier was about to step forward to stop it, but was stopped by Jorah.

Following Jon was a group of Night's Watch recruits. They had originally been training at the South Wall, but were suddenly called by the commander to follow Officer Jon. Now they were completely at a loss as to what to do in the face of this situation.

But Jon's icy hand stopped there, and he slowly took out the ox horn from his arms.

The bronze on the edge of the horn was now emitting a faint green sheen.

Jon thought he would need to study it further, but he didn't expect that everything seemed to have been destined.

call--

At the gap in the city wall, the cold wind blowing from the north seemed to sense something and suddenly blew harder.

"Be careful!" A new recruit was almost blown down by the sudden strong wind.

"Hold on!"

"They're here again!"

"what!"

"careful!"

Although they didn't see it, from the exclamations of the defenders at the gap in the city wall, they could tell that the zombie army had accelerated its attack the moment Jon took out the horn.

Jon knew it was time.

So he took a deep breath, raised the horn to his lips, and blew it.

The moment Jon blew the horn, the blood in his body seemed to surge at this moment. He could feel the heat all over his body and his blood boiling.

There was still no sound from the horn.

But the walls shook.

Rumble.

A huge noise was heard at the gap in the collapsed city wall.

The defenders on the front line screamed: "What's going on? Is the city wall going to collapse again?!"

"No, there's something under the city wall. Damn, what is that?!"

Seeing this, Qiao La shouted, "Quick, pass the order, tell everyone on the edge of the city wall to evacuate the wall!"

"What? Who are you to give orders?"

Jorah pulled off his woolen cloak, revealing his knight's robe embroidered with the Targaryen flag. "I am sent by the king to escort Jon Snow, the commander of the Night's Watch, to repair the Wall with the magic horn! Quick, pass the order, everyone, evacuate the wall immediately!"

"what!"

Without thinking too much, Jorah grabbed the soldier who was responsible for the response, and ran to the front line of the wall where the roar was heard and the wall was shaking continuously, and loudly notified the troops who were guarding the city from a high position on the collapsed wall with oil drums and rocks piled up to evacuate quickly.

The wall, which was forty to fifty feet wide, was crowded with thousands of people. Some were responsible for carrying the oil and asphalt barrels that had been brought up with great difficulty, while others were responsible for throwing stones and shooting arrows at the front line to throw down everything that could be thrown.

Many people were so bloodthirsty that they lay down in the rubble due to exhaustion.

But after hearing Jorah's shout, he finally reacted. Regardless of whether what Jorah said was true or false, he had the symbol of the Targaryen royal family, and even if this place was lost due to the retreat, someone would be held responsible.

So in the shock, the defenders, who had been holding out for who knows how long and were exhausted both physically and mentally, quickly retreated to the collapsed stone wall mountain.

"It's over! They're coming up!"

The zombie tide moved very quickly. The soldiers defending the front had just retreated, and even though they had thrown a wave of oil barrels at them, there were still zombies swarming around, climbing up the collapsed wall like ants.

He came forward with fangs bared and roaring.

The commander in charge of defending the city screamed in fear, pointing at Qiao La and cursing: "You! You! You are going to kill us--"

But the scolding stopped abruptly.

But then a huge rumbling noise was heard, and the entire Great Wall seemed to be shaking.

The next moment, under the collapsed wall, strange tree roots as pale as bones broke out from the rocks and ice at the foot of the wall.

But I saw that the huge pale tree roots were growing alarmingly, dancing, entwining, and circling from the wall like strange tentacles, and climbing all over the broken wall like ivy.

It was visible to the naked eye that these strange tree roots blocked the path of the zombie tide.

And this strange tree root that shocked everyone speechless was stacking up layer by layer, like threading a needle, spreading from the wall section by section to the hundred-foot height of the Great Wall.

The southern slope of the Great Wall was silent for a moment.

Even the biting cold wind from the north stopped in silence.

(End of this chapter)