The savages were like tides, like waves, like unstoppable flowing glaciers pouring out of the woods, advancing towards the Great Wall of Desperation. They lined up in battle, gathered together according to the division of labor of weapons, and protected each other. Jon and the savages acted together to understand their past state. In the past, the savages were just bloated insects gathered in tribes, and they marched casually and slowly, and they were definitely not like this now. Although they were far inferior to the knights of Winterfell, they had already had the prototype of an army.

"Mance Red!" Jon gritted his teeth. Only this former night watchman knew how to fight, and only he could gather hundreds of tribes outside the Great Wall to form this unprecedented military force.

Jon came to the edge of the cliff and leaned out to look out. The eternal cold wind blew from the north, drilling straight into his eyelids, but tears could not flow down due to freezing. He saw hundreds of long-haired elephants, and giants, holding sticks, big cones or giant stone axes, riding on the long-haired elephants, just like people riding on horses. They tied the trunks of more than a dozen big trees together, peeled off the bark, sharpened a section, and made a terrible city-slamming cone. The giant used the long-haired elephant to pull a cart of ten wheels, which was equipped with this terrible device. Jon bent down and saw the direction of the city gate. Although he knew that the city gate was cast with the best steel, heavier than a thousand pounds and indestructible. However, what arrived today is probably the real test.

The war drums sounded, and the trumpets were loud, but they all belonged to the savages. The night watchmen were quiet here, only the screams of the red flames in the brazier being blown by the wind, puff, puff.

"They must have one hundred thousand people!" Satin from Mole Village howled, "What should we do? How can we stop them?"

"There are not so many people, and the Great Wall will stop them." Jon heard himself say. By the way, how did his father mobilize when he leads his troops to pursue the savages who are crossing the border? He feels that he should do something, just like when Mike walks towards the army of ghouls with his two swords. Morale, everything is related to morale. So he turns to everyone and raises his tone: "The Great Wall will stop them, and the Great Wall will protect himself." He feels that what he says is a bit empty, but he must repeat as low as possible, the more the better, because this is what the brothers long to hear.

The city needs its own voice, not just the puff sound of the dying fish on the shore. "Mance, want to scare us with the number of people? Does he think we are all fools?" Jon shouted loudly: "Charges, cavalry, and walking idiots? Giants, long-haired elephants? We are the Great Wall of Desperation 220 meters high! Let them climb! Have you ever seen long-haired elephants climbing the wall? Let them climb with their hands and feet, and then what are they left? Savages don't have tails! Even if they spit, we have the advantage of two hundred and twenty meters!"

He laughed, and his brothers laughed, "They are nothing, not as good as these straw sentries! They can't reach us, hurt us, and scare us, right?"

"Yes!" Glen shouted loudly.

"They are under the Great Wall of Desperation, and we step on them." Jon said: "If you guard the city gate, they cannot pass, and they will never pass the Great Wall!" People shouted loudly, shouting the same words, waving the weapons in their hands like Jon, their cheeks flushed with excitement, and no longer because of coldness and timidity. "Let them hear our voices! Where is the trumpet? Blow the trumpet of war!"

Two horns representing the arrival of the savages sounded, and then the echo of other horns. Until the end, the entire Great Wall seemed to tremble. Many savages raised their heads and then lowered their heads to move forward. Their king, Mans Red, also heard the horn of this formation, a familiar voice to him. When he was still a night watchman, the two horns meant a battle. The same is true now, but he had changed his camp and identity.

"City Gate." He said to his subordinates: "Only the city gate is the key, and everyone can pass by, do you understand?" This order has been issued before, and now it is mentioned only to emphasize and also to respond to the Night Watcher's horn. Mans Red knew the limit of his ability, so he let the savages temporarily let go of their conflicts, avoid killing each other, and march south together. This matter basically exhausted all his energy. Although he knew that the savages were far from being called the army, he did not have time to train anymore. If the savages did not give him this time, the God of Cold would not give him this time.

"Arrowman!" After Jon gradually stopped the sound of the horn, he issued a loud order: "Aim at the giants pushing the siege hammers, aim at them! From now on, listen to my command to fire, no one is allowed to move first! The giants and their hammers will give them a thick rain. When they enter the range and shoot, no one should waste it, otherwise they will climb down and pick it up. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Lord Snow!" the idiot Owen shouted loudly: "We all understand!"

Jon laughed loudly, infecting the brothers around him and himself with laughter. Sir Erisha's face turned pale, but he also understood that Jon was right. For the benefit of the Night Watcher, he did not disturb Jon, but came to the front of the trencher.

"Damn idiot, don't install stones first, replace them with caltrops! The cavalry must throw caltrops first before they arrive. The stones are used to deal with slow infantry!"

The Night Watcher stopped shooting arrows for the time being. The savages accelerated and charged forward, shooting the bows and arrows in their hands. They always rushed forward a few steps, set up the bows and arrows, stopped to shoot, and then continued to rush forward, and repeated. These arrows could not fly up at all, and were all wasted. When Jon looked down, he thought to himself that they did lack discipline and experience. Mansred wanted to scare us to death with the advantage of numbers, but the Night Watcher would die in battle, but he would never be scared to death.

He looked around and saw that the front of the Great Wall was illuminated by a brazier and continued to extend to both sides until the darkness. What was really scary was not the enemy in front of us and the enemy under his feet, but the length of the Great Wall itself. Mansredman could send people to climb up from other places, and the night watchmen could not take care of the left and right twenty miles, but the Great Wall was thousands of miles long. Only a hundred people needed to climb up, which was more than all those guarding the city.

Jon quickly drove out this idea, otherwise he would be frightened and unable to fight. The giant pulled the siege hammer into the range, and he also bent his bow and arrow, aiming at the lower part. May the gods in this world bless the Night Watcher, and Jon prayed. But the Night Watcher and the Savage believe in the same god, and the Savage is also praying to the old god. Will God bless them? After all, there are more people they pray?

"Bring an arrow, pull the bow, let it go!" The black feathered arrow turned into black rain and flew towards the snow-white ground. "Bring an arrow, pull the bow, let it go!" Time and again. "Use a rocket, throw the oil tank, and burn the siege hammer!"

A ball of flame rose up on the giant's cart, the brightest fire to date. The wounded long-haired elephant screamed, while the giant roared in anger. The night watchman's archers shot hard without stopping.

Sir Erisha came to the edge of the city wall, looked down, and said to Jon: "Snow, it's good to kill the siege car, but you can't win. Keep shooting arrows comfortably on the city wall. I'm going to the city gate below, where is the real battle."
Chapter completed!