Game of Thrones: Viserys the Three-Headed Dragon.

Chapter 273: Long Night's First Counterattack

Viserys's counterattack plan is in full swing.

The Great Wall is still under attack.

The Shadow Tower and Eastwatch and several nearby castles were hit particularly hard. In fact, more than 20 days before, knowing that the White Walkers had crossed the sea and landed in the south, the two fortresses received reinforcements. But after the White Walkers retreated, they did not completely go silent and continued to harass. In addition to the areas around Castle Black and Nightfort, White Walkers appeared sporadically in the south.

Because of the cover of the blizzard and the magical barrier, it was difficult for human scouts to play a role in the extreme cold and snow of the long night, which made the Great Wall blind again after the White Walkers withdrew, and it was unclear what arrangements the White Walkers had made under the cover of the long night.

So after the White Walkers launched another attack, the Great Wall was still on passive defense.

It was not until the Three-Eyed Raven brought the detailed intelligence about the distribution of the White Walker army south of the Wall that Viserys was amazed.

Viserys did not show the detailed intelligence to the defenders of the Wall, although this would show his or the Three-Eyed Raven's ability. But Viserys was more afraid that they would be frightened after seeing the distribution of the White Walker army south of the Wall, and it might even cause the morale of the Northern Army to collapse. Some intelligence, after knowing it, will only bring panic, increase anxiety, and make people feel powerless.

Some pressures are destined to be borne only by the overall commander. The commander of the army must be accustomed to sacrifice and make choices when it is beyond his ability, and must be hard-hearted.

As the situation has come to this point, even Viserys has begun to have some inexplicable expectations for this counterattack.

The best outcome is to win this battle, so that the White Walkers stop their advance southward and gather their scattered forces to fight a major battle at Winterfell, White Harbor or the Wall. This will slow down the White Walkers' offensive expansion, and a major battle can maximize Viserys's power and the morale and bravery of the human army. After all, it has only been less than a few months since they came into contact with the White Walkers, and the human army's will to fight is still strong enough.

But this possibility is very low.

If Viserys were the commander of the White Walkers, the defeat of several large groups of zombies and the partial defeat did not change the natural advantage of the long night. The White Walker army did not need to turn back for a decisive battle. They scattered and fled into the ice and snow in the night. Even if humans won a partial victory, they were unable to expand the victory. The White Walker army only needed to wait for the opportunity in the ice and snow to regroup and continue to threaten the cities in the North.

Viserys planned that the best outcome of this battle would be to defend the two key cities of Winterfell and White Harbor in the North, relieve the pressure and panic brought by the first wave of attacks by the White Walkers, and slow down the offensive of the White Walkers in the North. It would be best if the White Walkers' army could break their desire to capture large cities and enter a long-term consumption phase with humans.

The worst outcome is that they win, but the White Walkers quickly discover the Three-Eyed Raven's tactics, cut off the signal, and quickly recover to continue suppressing the human side.

Although as a battlefield commander, one should understand the principle of thinking about defeat before thinking about victory, but the current situation is that there is a hacker on his side. When the map is opened, the enemy's position is marked on the map in real time. If this is still a defeat, Viserys should just fly directly to Oldtown and take Daenerys to escape.

"The road in the snowfield is not easy to travel. Both sides encountered many difficulties." The illusion of the Three-Eyed Raven reported the real-time progress on the map in front of Viserys. "The First Regiment has many mountains and long roads. Although the map is accurate, they are walking on narrow valley roads, which is very difficult. The snowfield in the direction of Stannis and the Northern Alliance is easier to travel, but they don't have magic to keep out the cold to a certain extent. Even Stannis's group of Red God followers were frozen. Except for Stannis and Aegon, it is difficult for others to withstand the cold weather without torches to provide warmth. Since you have the ability to make that kind of armor, and think of that kind of group array to form a magic circuit to keep out the cold to a certain extent, you should promote it to the defenders of the Great Wall as soon as possible."

In order to get behind the White Walker army without being noticed, both armies had to take a long arc, and in order to be sufficiently secretive, both armies were forbidden from lighting fires to keep warm before reaching the designated area to hide and wait for attack.

In fact, there is another army in this battle, Viserys's Second Regiment, whose commander is Ser Justin Massey of the King's Domain. He is a short but tall man among the lords of the King's Domain. The Second Regiment led by Viserys is an army made up of the King's Domain of Dragonstone, some other small lords from various places, and the cavalry of the Golden Company. There are 8,000 people in total. They are rushing to Winterfell along the King's Road.

When Viserys asked them to come, they were also responsible for escorting supplies. It can be imagined that their combat effectiveness was not as strong as the First Regiment. Originally, Viserys planned to wait for them to arrive at the Great Wall, and then draw a part of them from the River Army and the Northern Alliance to train them to form a multi-regional joint force of 12,000. This army was formed more out of political considerations, with the king's lords as the main force and the rest of the lords as the auxiliary, to highlight the political symbolic significance of the Seven Kingdoms Union - there is no other way, the king's current territory really can't gather the strength of a regiment.

But after seeing the capabilities of Randyll Tarly's First Regiment, Viserys saw the prospects of the Thunderstorm Armor, and began to doubt that it would be difficult for such a patchwork army to form the same combat effectiveness as the First Regiment - because before that, Viserys's understanding of the regiment he had created was relatively backward. Before Commander Randyll led 10,000 people to cooperate, Viserys's understanding of the regiment was still the feudal fiefdom army of Westeros, which was essentially the armies of various lords forcibly fitted together. In real battles, they still fought in small regiments, but the commander of the regiment had an additional armor that could drive magic.

In short, this army will also fight and attack in all directions. But compared with the other three places, the direction of Winterfell is not as important. Winterfell has political significance to Viserys, but it is not that important to the White Walker army. Although the number of White Walker troops in the direction of Winterfell ranks second among the four battlefields - there are 50,000 to 60,000 zombies besieging Winterfell.

"Using non-lethal electric current to heat metal objects is extremely exhausting for the army's mental and physical strength. Even though the people in the First Regiment are fine now, when they rest, everyone will be mentally exhausted and need a lot of food. They are burning their mental and physical strength to keep warm. Severe consumption will cause these people to have hallucinations or even go crazy. You know how fragile humans are."

"I can't imagine this method of heating. It's unprecedented and unheard of. A legion of more than 10,000 people can achieve this level of power. What can 20,000, 50,000, or 100,000 people achieve together? Viserys, your creative use of power is eye-opening."

Viserys did not believe the other's shock. "I do not believe you do not know that lightning can generate heat. Have you never seen a tree catch fire after being struck by lightning?"

"Of course I have seen it. I also know that allowing humans to conduct magic power within a certain range of electric current can prevent death. I also know that metal can conduct the power of lightning, but this way of using magic by your army is the first time I have seen it."

"It seems that because you know too much, you tend to solve problems in a straightforward manner and lack the ability to combine different knowledge into a coherent whole."

"If it weren't for the 'education' you received from the other world, I don't believe you could have thought of this way of using magic on your own. Your fighting style is also straightforward, which shows that you also lack this kind of creative ability. You are just using the knowledge you have gained from education."

"You are very insightful, and if it were possible, I would really like to see how powerful you would be if you had my knowledge. But this world is always full of regrets."

The Three-Eyed Raven said unhappily, "You don't have to make fun of me like that. I covet your knowledge, but the problems of this world can be solved with the wisdom of this world."

"Ok?"

Viserys vaguely sensed something from the Three-Eyed Raven's words. The Three-Eyed Raven's words revealed a confidence that he had never had before. Viserys lacked sufficient information and was unable to know the source of this confidence.

The Three-Eyed Raven finished his words as usual and looked at Viserys. "It is time, Viserys. It is time to show the mortals of Oldtown and the White Walkers the power of the Storm Lord."

Viserys certainly would not rush to White Harbor alone and kill people randomly on the battlefield. Although that would look impressive, the killing efficiency would be too low for an army of more than 100,000 wights divided into two routes, east and west. After the army was deployed, the wights were distributed in an arc for two leagues on the battlefield, which could surround a city of 200,000 people.

Viserys wanted to destroy as many of the White Walker army's manpower as possible in this battle where he finally had sufficient intelligence.

More than a hundred thousand zombies may not be able to be killed, but since there is a chance to fight a war of annihilation, of course the more we kill, the better.

So Viserys chose large-scale field magic.

Three Sisters Islands.

The three islands located in the Bite Bay south of White Harbor, Sweetie, Eldest and Lady belong to the Vale in terms of affiliation, and are ruled by the Sunderland family, which nominally pledges allegiance to the Arryn family. However, the islanders here are essentially pirates, and are fickle. The islanders would build lighthouses along the coast of the islands to warn ships of the location of shoals and reefs, but in thick fog or storms, they would secretly light false signals to attract careless captains to approach, resulting in the ships hitting reefs and sinking, and the islanders would take the opportunity to salvage the cargo on the ships. This behavior was strictly prohibited when Stannis Baratheon was the Lord High Seas.

But after the War of the Six Kings, the islanders began to return to their old ways. It was not until the winter when the reputation of the Targaryen dynasty spread to the North again. The Targaryen army began to use the Bite route to transport food and grass to the North. After seeing that the escort fleet was a Braavos warship, the residents of the Three Sisters Islands began to restrain themselves.

Because the Vale's attitude is still ambiguous, although it sent troops to "respond" to the call, it did not actually swear allegiance to King Viserys, so Viserys did not officially intervene in the affairs of the Vale. As a result, the Marquis of Sunderland in the Isles has not received any orders from the Targaryen King so far, and can only inquire about some news known to everyone in the North from White Harbor.

After entering the long night, the news of the islands became even more closed, and they still had no idea about the invasion of the White Walkers. So they didn't know what the storm that formed here today meant.

Lightning flashed across the dark northern sky, and six heartbeats later thunder came like the beat of a drum.

"Maester, is this anomaly caused by the long night? I have lived for more than forty years and experienced three cold winters, but never have I seen such a terrible storm in any of these winters. Even the oldest man has never seen such a terrible storm in Bite Bay." Triston Sunderland, Lord of the Sister Islands, braved the terrible cold wind and huge waves to question the maester, whom the people of the islands never truly trusted.

The foundation waves below the castle surged and rolled, and the black rapids under the night sky stirred up countless terrifying waves. Lightning tore through the sky, reflecting a terrifying thunderstorm cloud in the northern sky, and a huge black tornado that was gradually forming below it, like a giant god standing tall in the sky.

The Marquis of the Sister Islands felt unprecedented panic and anxiety. If the tornado and thunderstorm came from the north and passed through the islands, it was foreseeable that the islands would face a devastating blow, and even the nobles hiding in the sturdy castles would have to face death.

This storm appeared without warning, and it took a day or two to form under the sky and sea. It was unprecedented and terrifying. The Marquis could only summon the scholars or monks of the Citadel to ask for historical records or pray to the gods. There was no other way.

Lightning flashed across the sky.

Six heartbeats later, thunder roared. After the thunder died down, there was still the whistling of the wind that made people cling to the edge of the wall to keep steady, and the dull roar of the waves hitting the Breakers. When the islanders of the Sister Islands discovered the terrible storm, they had already lost the opportunity to escape by boat.

With such rough and terrible waves, it would be tantamount to suicide to venture out on a boat in the dark.

The maester clung to a pillar tightly to prevent himself from being blown away by the strong wind. He opened his mouth and responded loudly: "My lord, I am sorry that my wisdom cannot answer you, but I am sure that this is definitely the biggest storm in the history of Bite Bay."

The Marquis's face darkened: "So your advice to the lord is to wait for death?"

"grown ups."

"All right, get out of here! Someone, get the monks here. No! Forget it!" The Marquis' face was as dark as water, and he gritted his teeth and looked at the steward who came rushing over after hearing the noise. "Is there anyone else who can offer sacrifices to the Lady of Waves and the Lord of the Sky?"

After the Long Night, some ancient beliefs have re-emerged. Ancient islanders regard storms as sacred things, saying that storms are caused by the mating of the Lady of Waves and the Lord of the Sky. The Marquis believes that the belief in the Seven Gods cannot solve the current critical problem of survival.

But the topic did not continue. The butler who was summoned suddenly widened his eyes and shouted excitedly: "Sir! The storm has begun to move! It is heading north!"

The Marquis of Sunderland let out a long sigh and laughed: "It seems that Locke and Manderlay have even worse luck, hahahaha!"

Viserys didn't know how much panic he had brought to the islanders of the Sister Islands with the power of the Storm Lord. The storm he had created on the sea with the power of faith had already taken shape. Of course, he was heading straight for the battlefield.

The reason why Viserys had not used such tremendous power on the battlefield before was because it took time to accumulate this power, which could be called true divine power, and it also took time to reach the battlefield. Using it when the enemy's situation was unclear would be a complete waste of power and faith.

At this moment, the three main forces have arrived at the designated locations.

And the first coordinated radio combat of mankind is being carried out in the northern lands through the relay of Viserys, the Lord of Storms.

"The King is calling Aegon. Answer me. Over."

"Aegon received. Over."

"The King is calling Lando. Please reply. Over."

"Lando heard, over."

"Lando will speak first, are all the troops ready to attack? Over."

"The entire Lan Dao army is ready to fight, just waiting for orders, over."

"Same as Aegon's tribe, over."

Despite a delay of several heartbeats, this method of radio communication allowed the three units to fight in a certain sense in sync.

"In the name of King Viserys, all host to the battle. Over."

As Viserys gave the order, the Three-Eyed Raven moved the army markers that he had lit up on the map.

And at this moment, here in White Harbor.

A blizzard surrounded the city, which was built on the impact plain at the mouth of the White Blade River.

A tide of over 100,000 zombies has surrounded White Harbor.

The water at the mouth of the Bairen River was frozen, a snowstorm was covering the river, and strange shadows were slowly approaching.

The same scene happened in the north and east of White Harbor. Countless and densely packed ghosts were attacking White Harbor in a blizzard.

In such a big city, there were only two thousand defenders of the Mandalay family on the city wall - even including the navy for landing operations, one thousand garrisons and law enforcers who were originally responsible for guarding the city, and thousands of temporary recruits.

This army of less than 5,000 people had to guard the huge White Harbor city and resist the attack of more than 100,000 zombies.

If we must count, there are also three hundred Targaryen guards from the narrow sea lords of Dragonstone, the Velaryon family and the Celtigar family.

Logically speaking, a city of more than 200,000 people could recruit more people to participate in the defense. But the main force of the defense army was not large enough to keep an eye on many civilians who had never experienced war. And sometimes, when the control was insufficient, the danger posed by those untrained civilians was more terrible than the enemies outside the city walls.

Without the Three-Eyed Raven's intelligence, White Harbor would most likely have fallen.

It's not Viserys' fault for arranging the army unreasonably. It's because the recruitment of troops in the North has been squeezed to a certain extent. Two-thirds of the Northern Army are now heading for the Great Wall. The Northerners themselves are unable to provide shelter for White Harbor.

It was also because Viserys underestimated the speed and strength of the White Walkers. The White Walker army invaded the south too quickly, and their number was much greater than expected.

On the thick white walls of White Harbor, Earl Wyman Manderly of White Harbor climbed to the top of the city wall in person for the first time. He was fat and was carried up to the wall by others.

He has to come.

When the guards on the city wall reported the blizzard and the appearance of countless White Walker troops, he knew he had to appear on the city wall, even if he had to do nothing.

When Tyrion was in King's Landing, the 6,000 men guarding Stannis's army of more than 20,000 were all panicked and terrified.

But now, White Harbor, which is much smaller than King's Landing, has less than 5,000 people, but has to defend against countless densely packed zombies of 20,000 or so.

The defense of King's Landing mainly took place at the port and the Rivergate in the south.

And White Harbor must guard every city gate.

Wolf's Den, Fish King Gate, Seal Gate, Mermaid Gate, Breakwater, Seal Rock
Although White Harbor had many supplies shipped by the Targaryen kings, such as kerosene, asphalt, wildfire, etc., there were also ballistae and flamethrower crossbows installed on the city walls.

But 5,300 people were fighting against a tide of more than 100,000 zombies. Earl Wyman was not optimistic about the prospects.

When he came to the city wall and looked at the approaching snowstorm, Lord Wyman could not help but sigh. 1,300 years ago, the rulers here were the Grey Stark family. However, the Grey Stark family was extinct, and their family castle, the Wolf's Lair, changed hands several times and was captured by northerners, pirates, slave traders or knights of the valley.

It was not until the King in the North donated the territory to the Manderlay family that Manderlay ended the historical period of White Harbor changing hands. It has a history of more than a thousand years.

Now, Lord Wyman feels that perhaps today will be the end of the Manderly family of White Harbor. The only thing he is thankful for is that his only remaining son and several nephews went to Winterfell before the long night. Lord Wyman prays to the new and old gods that they can survive the long night and continue the family.

The White Walker army does not need to set up camp when attacking a city, nor will they issue a declaration of war.

They simply followed the snow curtain of the blizzard, appeared in front of living things, and killed all living things they could see.

Earl Wyman just watched the approaching ghost army from the top of the city wall and sighed deeply in his heart. He could not think of any way to defend White Harbor. It might be possible to mobilize all the 200,000 men, women and children in White Harbor, but Earl Wyman knew that was impossible.

If he had known it a few days earlier, he might have been able to gather more people and send them to the battlefield after simple training. But in the long night and cold winter, the city could not get any news from the outside world. When he saw the zombies, the enemy had already started to attack. Of course, Viserys did not tell White Harbor about his plan in advance. He wanted to catch the White Walkers off guard.

The White Walker army has no horns.

When they came, there was only the howling of the cold wind from the outer edge of the blizzard, and Lord Wyman thought that might be their horn.

"Prepare!"

On the city wall, the commander held high the command flag.

But don't wait for his order.

Catapults and giant crossbows capable of launching rockets have begun firing.

The defenders were obviously terrified.

"attack!"

A shrill voice shouted an order beside Lord Wyman. The Earl turned around and couldn't help laughing. He was in such a hurry that he didn't notice his granddaughter Vera sneaking in among the tightly wrapped guards.

"grown ups?"

The messenger looked at the person who spoke, at a loss as to what to do.

Lord Wyman waved his hand: "That's it. Give the order to attack."

The messenger hurriedly went to tell the various units on the city wall: "Yes."

Vera, dressed as a guard, smiled at Lord Wyman, "Grandfather, I want to fight too, just like Lord Arya!"

Lord Wyman was very pleased: "Good."

At this time, all parts of the city wall began to launch attacks. However, they were obviously too early in the battle. Except for the fire barrels and asphalt thrown by some catapults that hit the pile of corpses, the other giant crossbows and a large number of oil barrels fell outside the battle line.

And the zombie army of the White Walkers began to charge.

Black shadows as dense as ants began to charge towards the walls of White Harbor.

In the front were black figures, mixed in with many pale riders riding strange spiders and corpse horses, corpse wolves, and corpse bears.

A comprehensive, all-out siege began.

It only took three rounds of stone throwing before the tide of corpses reached the city wall.

Then they began to cluster like ants, piling up into a mountain and trying to climb up the city wall.

The city wall of White Harbor was only thirty feet high, not as high as those castles, not even as high as the new castle of the Manderly family, which was located on a mountain within the city wall. If Earl Wyman went to defend the castle, he might be able to hold it for a while.

But seeing the countless corpses outside the city, and then looking at the more than 200,000 civilians in the city, Earl Wyman thought that defending the castle and defending the city was just the difference between dying early and dying late. Dying on the walls of White Harbor at least had some blood of the Manderly family.

The defenders on the city wall began to push down oil drums, asphalt, and rocks from the city wall, and flames exploded violently outside the city wall.

But the disadvantage of insufficient numbers soon became apparent. The troops were relatively weak. There was a relatively low area connected to the port, in the direction of the East City breakwater, where the surging corpses piled up on the city wall. The defenders there were mostly newly recruited civilians. It was lost so quickly, obviously because the newly recruited civilians saw the corpse tide and their morale collapsed under the impact.

"My Lord, the East Wall has been lost. The North Wall may soon be—"

"Shut up!" Earl Wyman cursed, then called the name of his captain of the guards, "Carter! Transfer 300 men from the north wall to the east wall and take back the east wall for me!"

This was a death order, but the captain of the guards who was named did not hesitate and immediately stepped out from the crowd of guards: "Yes!"

But anyone with eyes could see that countless zombies had poured into the East Wall. They were spreading from the wall, some fell into the city, and some were chasing the defenders on the wall.

White Harbor, which had stood in the North for a thousand years, was on the verge of falling after only one round of attack.

However, at this moment.

Someone on the city wall exclaimed: "Seven layers of hell!" White Harbor has a lot of exchanges with the south, and believes in the Seven Gods more than the Old Gods.

Even the guards around Earl Wyman couldn't help but exclaimed: "Gods above!"

More people are looking towards the East.

Everyone in the city was speechless the moment they looked towards the east.

But above the sky, thunder was rolling and lightning was bursting. In the long night, a terrifying tornado, like a god descending to the earth, was emerging from the black sky surrounded by the blizzard.

The fierce snowstorm coming from the north suddenly stopped.

Earl Wyman felt a chaotic sea breeze with a damp ocean scent blowing, and the wind was getting stronger and stronger.

On the city wall, the flag of the Mandalay family was blown all over the place by the chaotic sea breeze, with no clear direction at all.

This was the largest tornado that Earl Wyman had ever seen in his life. It was so big that it was unimaginable, as if it connected the sky and the earth. It rolled up everything that stood in its way, including ice, snow, rocks, and trees.

Tide of corpses!

The snowstorm on the east side of the city wall had been swallowed up by the huge tornado that suddenly appeared in the night. Countless zombies were swept up by the strong wind, flying up and down like rags and sacks in the wind, and in the tornado, terrifying golden lightning burst out wantonly, roaring endlessly, and the rolling thunder drowned out the roars, exclamations and screams of all living creatures.

The chaotic wind was getting stronger and stronger. Even though Earl Wyman was knowledgeable and experienced, he was completely distracted by the violent wind.

At this moment, someone on the city wall suddenly beat the war drum, blew the horn, and lit a green torch that rose high.

There was thunder in the sky, with crackling lightning and rumbling thunder.

On the city walls, drums and trumpets seemed to respond.

Dong dong dong dong dong dong——

Ohh Ohh ohh--

Earl Wyman was in a trance for a long time before he finally asked loudly, "Where are the drums and trumpets being beaten?"

Someone on the wall used a telescope to observe and responded: "It's in the southeast direction, there is - it's the Targaryen warehouse guard!"

At this moment, a loud crackling sound suddenly came from the sky, which made people's hearts freeze!

Without any warning, a thunder suddenly exploded in everyone's ears.

Along with the eardrum-blasting sound, a dazzling golden lightning column as thick as a bucket descended from the infinitely high sky.

The moment the lightning pillar appeared, the entire city was illuminated by this dazzling golden lightning pillar as if it were daytime.

Sir Wyman was so shocked that he was speechless and his ears were buzzing.

After finally recovering from the blinding thunder and opening his eyes, Earl Wyman felt as if he were in a dream. He couldn't help but wonder if he was already dead and what he was seeing was an illusion of the afterlife.

Just because of the long night, the dark sky that had not seen the sun for months suddenly brightened up at this moment, as if it were daytime.

He looked up instinctively and saw a huge fireball like the sun, shining brightly, falling from the sky like a meteorite.

Is the sun falling?
No.

It was just a giant ball of fire.

As they watched, the fireball, like a falling sun, fell to the ground, exploded, and ignited in the tide of corpses outside the city wall. In an instant, thousands of corpses were ignited by the flames, and the snowfield outside the city wall turned into a scorching sea of ​​​​flames in the blink of an eye.

"It's a dragon!"

"It's a dragon!"

"It is the three-headed dragon of His Majesty Viserys!"

When dozens of golden lightning lights hung down from the sky, and when a second fireball as huge as the sun in the sky appeared.

Finally, people saw that high in the sky, among the rolling dark clouds, there was a huge three-headed dragon above the clouds, displaying divine power that was unimaginable to mortals like a god.

A power that mortals could not imagine before seeing it with their own eyes was presented to the eyes of countless people in White Harbor.

The thunderstorm tornado in the east destroyed everything in its path, while in the northwest sky, the might of the three-headed dragon was manifesting itself wantonly.

The originally ferocious and aggressive tide of zombies outside the walls of White Harbor collapsed in just twenty or so breaths.

It was visible to the naked eye that the tide of zombies in different directions were retreating at a speed faster than they were attacking, fleeing in all directions, and chasing the gradually evacuating blizzard curtain like ants returning to their nests.

The dragon began to chase.

The strong wind that blew away the blizzard, the thunder and lightning like a punishment from heaven, and the fireballs like a meteor shower broke out wantonly in the defeated army of the zombie tide outside the city.

The tornado was also chasing, and it directly tore a terrifying black gully hundreds of steps wide in the snowfield on the east side of the city - a layer of snow and soil on the ground was scraped off.

Lord Wyman couldn't remember when he came back to his senses from the shock.

He only remembered that when he woke up, he saw the sky full of stars and the brilliant galaxy in the long night sky for the first time in a long time.

Afterwards, every man who was there remembered until his death that even the dark clouds in the sky seemed to lift when White Harbor was freed from King Viserys.

-

In this battle, Viserys took advantage of the surprise attack and wiped out at least two-thirds of the troops besieging White Harbor. He alone killed 80,000 to 90,000 wight army.

This is an unprecedented victory.

But Viserys was not happy.

Because after the attack was launched, the God of Cold reacted quickly and cut off the Three-Eyed Raven's source of information.

However, due to the lack of collaborators who could cooperate in the siege and pursuit, under Viserys' attack, one third of the zombies inevitably escaped.

For the first time, Viserys felt a sense of defeat at his own power.

But the long night is such an extremely unfair battlefield environment.

The White Walker army of the God of Cold has the best timing.

Even if the siege troops broke up and fled, one third of them would escape Viserys's hands.

From this perspective, the White Walker army's scattering tactics became almost unsolvable in Viserys' eyes, and the momentum of the North's decay and the spread of the zombie tide across the river was unstoppable.

Unless humans quickly evolve into the original Melisandre and the current Stannis during the long night, they can be fearless of the severe cold and have the same mobility and supply capabilities as the White Walker advance team in the snow.

But even a warband with Viserys's strength, which could crush the White Walker army head-on, could not fight in the field for a long time in an environment like the Long Night, too far away from the castle. They would be hungry, tired, and cold.

The same goes for Stannis' army, which has the power of the Red God.

Suffering from this battlefield combat environment and the limited mobility of medieval armies, Viserys might have had to use Chiang Kai-shek's "space for time" strategy in his confrontation strategy, sacrificing a certain amount of space in exchange for an advantage in time and concentrating forces on defense and counterattack.

What humans can do in this extremely unfair environment is to seek victory by following the guiding principle of "accumulating small victories into big ones" when the White Walkers have the upper hand.

This would be the case even if Viserys could win every local war he was involved in.

At this moment, Viserys felt extremely disgusted with the damn changing seasons and long nights in the world of ice and fire.

(End of this chapter)