Chapter 190 Death of Mance Rayder

Chapter 190 Death of Mance Rayder

On the real battlefield, there are few so-called armies that fight to the death. Everyone carries one head on two shoulders. When the threat of death is in front of you, the first reaction must be, run!

An army with a little training and a common pursuit may be stronger, but its strength is limited. And if it is Mance Rayder's gang, they fight daily battles with a dozen people.

As a result, this battlefield became very interesting, because most of the wildlings screamed in terror and fled towards the back of Mance Rayder's camp, while a small number of those who were not clear-headed could not even hold it. Things called weapons screamed for resistance.

The problem is that these are not the people who are really needed on the battlefield. The army is a sophisticated machine. What it needs is the kind of soldiers who fear death but have the courage to come together to face the enemy. Unfortunately, the soldiers standing in the rear on horseback Lei, I didn’t see such a person.

The northern cavalry came over like an overwhelming force. Wherever the horses' hooves stepped, all the slow-running savages left a bright red color on the white snow and turned into corpses on the ground that gradually lost their warmth.

There was no resistance, to be precise, there was resistance, but it was all ineffective. In the duel between the two armies, individual bravery seemed even smaller than a grain of sand in the ocean.

You can roar, you can roar, you wave the weapon you think is the most sophisticated at will, you curse your enemies, you curse the opponents who rush towards you, you do everything you can, but...

This does not prevent the knight in full armor from charging on horseback, using the high-speed movement of the horse, to gently wave the steel sword in his hand that is many times more sophisticated than your weapon, and then, lightly across the your neck.

Pain, severe, heartbreaking pain, the blood bursting out of the heart, flying in the air, bringing up a burst of white mist in the cold world, but that's it, no one cares about your last words before death Talking about something.

Because you are too weak and not worthy of being remembered by your opponent, and being weak is the most shameful sin in the world.

"Lord Clay, the first line of defense of the savages, uh... has been breached by us. A large number of savages have begun to flee. They are simply vulnerable."

The soldier who came to report the news carefully thought about the appropriate words and reported to his commander what he thought was a child's play battle.

Clay said nothing and asked:

"How is the offensive of the left and right armies? If we use these big pliers and don't twist off a large piece of flesh, people will look down on us."

"It went very smoothly. The troops led by the two adults have already penetrated their rear from the east and west directions. According to the news they reported back, most of them are old people and children with little fighting ability."

The scout didn't mention women. Clay understood what this meant. It seemed that Mance Rayder had indeed given women a stick and used them as so-called spearwives.

After thinking about it, Clay nodded and issued an order:

"Take my order to the front of the army and tell them that as long as men resist, let go and kill without mercy, I will resist all the sins caused by killing. As for women, try not to kill. Of course, in The premise is to ensure the safety of our soldiers’ lives.”

"If you are stubborn, don't show mercy. I don't hope that when they come back, there will be no blood on the sword and the edge of the sword will not be blunted."

"Your will! Lord Clay!"

The scout agreed, and after giving a military salute, he immediately rode forward and rushed forward. In this army, Clay's orders were like oracles and could not be violated.

Following Crema, Commander-in-Chief Mormont, who had been observing the war, waited until the scout disappeared and asked aloud:

"Clay, why do you want to keep women? I noticed that you didn't distinguish between old people and children at all, only gender. Can you help me, an old man, clear up my confusion? Young general."

Clay looked back at the Commander-in-Chief of the Night Watch, who was dressed in pitch black. The old guy sent 300 troops this time. This was almost the entire main force that the castle could move. It was a huge investment.

Moreover, in the previous scout cleaning war, the terrain map outside the wall was also a free help provided by this group of people. For this reason, Clay reluctantly answered Commander-in-Chief Mormont's question:

"Commander-in-Chief, what do you think you would do if you were in my position, how would you deal with these savages who are doomed to fail?"

Commander-in-Chief Mormont has actually considered this question a long time ago. After all, he deals with these wildlings every day. He replied:

"If they want to live, they must lay down their weapons and swear allegiance to His Majesty Robb Stark. After that, I will temporarily place them in the land grant and guard them first."

Clay nodded, his pupils reflected the snowflakes in the sky, and whispered:

"Then what?"

"Then I will move them in batches to various places in the North, coordinate with His Majesty Robert, give them land, and let them gradually adapt to the life of ordinary people in the North."

Commander-in-Chief Mormont’s method cannot be said to be wrong, at least in terms of thinking, but it is somewhat idealistic. The wild people have survived outside the Great Wall for such a long time, relying on catches, fruits, and prey to survive. There is just no way to carry out large-scale agricultural cultivation.

Give them farm tools, allocate them a piece of wasteland, and then leave them alone?

Expecting them to turn barren hills into fertile fields with just a hoe is simply the inertial thinking of people like Lord Commander Mormont, who were born into noble families and who actually do not know the situation at the bottom.

If this method continues to develop, the final result will definitely be that these savages cannot survive on the land, and are forced to take the initiative to abandon the land and start the zero-dollar purchase business again.

At that time, Clay can sit in White Harbor and watch the entire northern territory stage a high-quality production of bandit suppression.

Commander-in-Chief Mormont stopped talking because he realized that the commander of the army in front of him might not buy his plan at all. Although in his heart he thought his plan was the most reasonable, he had no choice but to ask Croton. Ray's thoughts.

Clay's answer is very simple, and can be summed up in one sentence:

He wants the wildlings to disappear completely from the land of Westeros. The easiest way to destroy a nation is to kill the vast majority of men in the nation and snatch away all their women.

When the women of this nation give birth to children for the men of the new nation, the original nation can be declared extinct from a macro perspective, because there are no new people who will identify themselves with that nation.

Yes, Clay had no intention of letting these savages go from the beginning. He was not the Virgin, and he would not let the savages in, which would eventually backfire on him. For him, a great nobleman, the best way is to let the savages come in. It ceased to exist.

In the entire White Harbor and Twin River City areas, the population will inevitably decrease after the war, the stability and war support (crossed out), and the people's hearts will inevitably become unstable. It's easy, I'll send you women.

Who is single? Come, come, come, as long as you support my Mandalay family and dare to fight on the battlefield for my Mandalay family, I will send you a woman when you get back, and I guarantee that I can give you a child.

Don’t think that all those who die in the war are men. In fact, the mortality rate of old, weak, women and children who are unable to protect themselves is much higher than that of adult men, unless it is the kind of country that has no brains to send troops to die.

"Lord Clay, the savages may have really disobeyed the gods and asked you to deal with them. It may be better to bleed once and for all rather than to continue and bleed endlessly."

Commander-in-Chief Mormont was silent for a long time, and he had no idea that the snowflakes were already covering his gray eyebrows. Finally, he faintly uttered these words and looked at Clay, not knowing what to say.

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The fate of the savages was determined after their scouts were annihilated. The central camp where Mance Rayder was located only resisted for about twenty minutes before being defeated by the heavy cavalry who had already charged through. .

Mance Rayder was knocked up by the war horse and fell to the ground coughing blood. He actually wanted to say something, but these red-eyed northern cavalry didn't care at all. So, the King of the Wildlings, now became It became a puddle of mud in the snow.

Fortunately, a "loyal" subordinate revealed Mance Rayder's identity, otherwise, he would have been abandoned in the snow, and together with his dead people, would have been frozen in the snow forever.

Oh, no, when the White Walkers come, he will most likely become a member of the zombie army. Then, he will be shot through the body by a dragon crystal arrow from nowhere, and then turn into a complete corpse. .

Who remembers who Mance Rayder is? The savage no longer exists, so who will he be king for?

When the weak Mance Rayder was twisted to kneel in front of Crema, Clay took a look at the "Savage King" who looked like an ordinary middle-aged man. He was not even interested in talking and waved his hand directly:

"Just drag it on and kill him."

"No, no... you... I am Mance Rayder, the king of the wildlings you have been looking for. We are free people. Why are you judging me?!"

Clay glanced at him and signaled the soldiers to stop. He dismounted and came to Mance Rayder.

He drew out the long sword from his waist.

"Remember my name and tell it to your god. Of course I can judge you, former Night's Watch. I, Clay of House Manderly, sentence you to death as a deserter in my name."

The long sword was swung down, and the head flew up.

Eddard Stark killed the deserters of the Night's Watch in this way, and today, Clay did the same thing.

"This is treason... Mance Rayder."

Clay looked at his head and said softly.