Chapter 391 The defeat of Candle Cave City

This shot can make such a big hole in the city wall, which in the eyes of the defenders is the only one they can rely on. So if they let them stand here again, isn't it a pure act of suicide?

Garland Tyrell also looked miserable, obviously not wanting to stay in this dangerous place anymore.

Everyone believes that the city wall is safe before they can resist. If the city wall is no longer safe, it means that the Candle Cave City is unsafe to defend.

"Execute the order! That kind of... attack cannot be repeated many times."

As a front-line person fighting against the Cold God, he knew very well that if these Cold God's servants had the ability to launch attacks like that just now, the Blood Gate Pass would have been finished long ago. How could it be his turn to resist here?

The idea is beautiful. As a magic stick, he certainly knows how much his opponent is worth.

But the problem is, ordinary people like Garland Tyrell don’t know.

In their opinion, isn't this just letting people die?

This involves the composition of the army stationed here.

Most of them were troops from the Reach.

It was originally brought here by Garland Tyrell, but now Bran Stark was airborne.

Now it is a war between the living and the dead, and Garland Tyrell can only hold his nose to recognize the opponent as the coach.

Moreover, this teenage guy was indeed very capable in commanding, even better than the thirty-year-old guy like him. There was nothing he could do about it, he couldn't have an attack, because after all, this was the Duke of the North, and the king was behind him.

But now, no matter how you look at the order to stick to it, it is suspected that the life of the young man from the Reach is being used to fill the line.

Garlan Tyrell's deep-rooted "individualism" has bubbled up again.

The lives of the boys of the Reach cannot be wasted in a place like this!

"My Lord Duke, how do you know that an attack like the one just now will not happen again?"

Garlan Tyrell's tone was somewhat unkind.

Brynden River said in his heart, of course I know. If they are so strong, can you still see me now?

But He couldn't say this clearly, he could only change the topic:

"Now is not the time to talk about this. If we don't block that hole and the dead people rush in, we won't be able to leave."

Garlan Tyrell knew this was the truth, so he could only hold his breath and sneered:

"The Duke's northern soldiers are now enjoying peace in the north, unlike us who have to fight with the dead."

After saying that, without looking at Brynden Rivers' strange expression, he led the soldiers and prepared to command the battle that was about to break out.

"It's so stupid to know so little."

Brynden Rivers shook his head slightly. He had lived for so many years, and he would not be angry with a kid who was worse than a baby in his eyes.

He was just frightened. The spear shot by the White Walker just now was definitely aimed at him. In other words, he was discovered by the other party.

Then why can't I feel the other side?

Now that there is a heavy snowstorm, his crow brother cannot be used at all. Logically speaking, both sides are in a state of battlefield fog.

Why can you directly attack him as the coach?

Brynden Rivers couldn't figure it out. Although he was hostile to the Cold God, he didn't fully understand each other's methods.

Looks like I need to be more careful in the future.

Clay Mandler is a bastard. He clearly possesses the greatest violence, but he hides behind and sends himself to the front lines to fight mines.

Brynden Rivers was full of resentment, but there was nothing he could do about it. Everything was brought about by himself.

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The zombie army approached the city wall. Although they suffered some losses from the attacks of oil tanks and rockets, compared to their huge numbers, they were not injured at all.

If you open the God's perspective, you will find that the black wave starts to surge upwards the moment it gets close to the city wall.

Those were some corpses, under the control of the Cold God's servants, who voluntarily became stepping stones for future "comrades in arms".

In fact, it can't be said to be voluntary, because they have no self-awareness at all.

"Ah, run quickly!"

Some of the timid ones had already dropped their weapons and ran towards the back of the city wall.

Of course, the military organization at this time had not yet collapsed. The result of this man's actions was that he was stabbed to death by the supervising team at the back, and his body was kicked aside.

This method is still useful, at least it scares some timid guys.

"Follow the order, throw it now!"

Ordinary swords are useless against the dead, so taking advantage of the city wall to smash them all into pieces is a tactic formulated by Brynden Rivers and Garland Tyrell.

In short, don't dare to let these things rush to the city like this, it will be fatal.

The huge log fell from the top of the city, and the huge kinetic energy directly smashed down the corpse that was climbing up after the body of its companion.

There was only a creepy clicking sound, and the bones of countless corpses were broken.

Climbing is a technical job, and missing any limb will greatly reduce mobility.

Unlike humans, headshots are the most useless way to kill zombies.

It is entirely possible to split up and act separately, and the severed head may even open its mouth and bite you.

If the arms and legs are broken, although it will still look very disgusting, at least the threat will be greatly reduced.

After all, ghouls also have to bow to gravity.

"Young men, grab your shields and chop off all these bones and scum!"

Garlan Tyrell led his brightly armored guards back and forth on the city walls to encourage them.

There was no good solution, it was too hasty. When Clay heard the news that the valley had been invaded, he immediately ordered to go to Dragonstone Island to survey the dragon crystal deposits.

But the problem is, from locating ore veins to mining them, then transporting them to King's Landing to be made into weapons, and then dragging them to the front lines and delivering them to soldiers, even if everything goes well, how can it be done in three months?

The productivity and administrative organization efficiency of this era are too high.

There is nothing you can do if you are in a hurry.

We can only use steel weapons to destroy the dead man's ability to move as much as possible, and finally burn him with fire.

But this greatly affects the killing efficiency.

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"Your Majesty Duke, if we can't hold on any longer, we must leave here."

Ser Garland Tyrell, who had a bloody cut on his face and looked even more embarrassed, hurriedly found Bran Stark, the Duke of the North, who was commanding the battle, and gave him his advice.

"What's going on? You can't hold on anymore?"

Brynden Rivers was quite surprised. It seemed that the situation on the battlefield was not bad. They had been holding on here for five days. The reinforcements from Clay Mandler had already set off from Salt Farm Town and would be in place soon. .

Garland Tyrell was also helpless. He originally thought he had defended the city. However, just this morning, the North City he was responsible for defending was suddenly attacked by a group of zombie crows.

Although the number was not large and they were all small birds, they still caused short-term trouble to the defenders.

However, it seemed that they had cooperated well in advance. The attack intensity of the zombies below suddenly increased and they quickly climbed up the city wall.

Some corpses of ferocious beasts controlled by cold magic rushed forward and forcibly broke through the defense line of the heavy shield man.

The soldiers immediately collapsed. There was nothing we could do. We had lived for so many years, and we had never seen a bear with half of its head jump up and bite anyone.

Garlan Tyrell rushed forward with his reserve army, but was scattered by the fleeing soldiers.

At this time, the section of city wall on the west side of the North City was completely destroyed.

The three hundred men brought by Garlan Tyrell were less than one hundred when they finally withdrew.

These are all elite troops with heavy armor.

Garland Tyrell, who had a fairly keen sense of smell on the battlefield, immediately realized that Candle Cave City could not be defended.

The ghoul's morale gauge is locked full and will not be slowed down by street fighting.

The defenders can indeed use this method to cause certain damage to the ghouls.

But the essence of street fighting is actually to use one's own familiarity with the terrain, to appear and disappear, to make the opponent lose ground, to collapse morale, and then to beat the drowned dog.

The problem is, this doesn't work on dead people.

If you dare to show your head, a black wave will immediately come over you.

There is no escape, and there is bound to be a huge defeat.

That's why Garland Tyrell came over and asked Bran Stark to run with him.

Of course he can run away, but if he leaves the Duke of the North here, those northern nobles will definitely tear him alive later.

Moreover, His Majesty the King is also from the northern aristocratic system, so it is impossible to guess what he is thinking.

The gain outweighs the loss, so let’s run together.

Anyway, there is always a fleet in the south of Candle Cave City that can transport two thousand people at any time.

When the defense line here was originally built, trenches that exceeded the standard were specially built on both sides.

It is deeper and longer, so in this battle, the south has not been completely surrounded, at least the city gate is open.

"Come on, Lord Duke, it will be too late. I have already invested all my people."

Garlan Tyrell said anxiously.

This was half true and half false. It was indeed too late, but not everyone was pulled over to fill in the line.

There are already some elites who have now moved to the ship.

However, the defenders in the city who were still resisting had no idea that one of their brothers was already preparing to escape.

The truth is unjust!

But there is no way. The situation is collapsing too fast now, catching everyone off guard. They must retreat quickly, otherwise their lives will be lost here.

Garlan Tyrell told Bran Stark more about the North Gate.

With a long sigh, the last green prophet had to accept that his first battle since his "birth" ended in such a disastrous defeat.

There are tens of thousands of people in the city now. How many of them will be able to escape in the end?

"Let's go to the port. Remember to ask the soldiers to retreat alternately so that some can escape. Also, contact His Majesty and ask him not to send any more reinforcements, otherwise he will die."

After Brynden Rivers made arrangements in a few words, he followed a group of sturdy Stark family guards and left his position.

Beicheng had begun to collapse at this time, and Dongcheng was still able to resist under his command.

Therefore, under the command of the trumpet, the soldiers quickly retreated from the city wall and ignited all the combustibles to form a wall of fire to block the advance of the corpse.

This is a last resort, because once the fire burns out, the city cannot be defended.

But now, it's the last moment.

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"Let's all take a look, Candle Cave City has been lost."

In the camp of Earl Holloway's town, Clay handed the letter in his hand to others, and then turned his eyes back to the map.

Although I had expected it, I didn't expect that it would fall so quickly after sending Brynden Rivers there.

"Your Majesty, Candle Cave City is lost, then... what should we do? The dead must continue to advance along the coastline."

Mace Tyrell was relieved to see his son running out, but now he began to worry about his own safety.

"Relax, my Lord Prime Minister."

Clay glanced at him and saw a fat, somewhat embarrassed face.

"In this battle, more than two thousand people came out, and the rest are probably gone. According to reports from Duke Bran Stark and Sir Garland Tyrell, our exchange ratio is about one Than four.”

"In other words, we caused a net loss of about 30,000 to 40,000 people to the Army of the Dead, which is not bad."

Duke Tytos Blackwood said as he rushed to the front line.

Clay guessed that the number of the dead army in the entire valley was about three hundred thousand.

This is an extremely huge number.

In the past month, from Blood Gate to Candle Cave City, a total of about 70,000 to 80,000 people have been killed.

Just one third.

Those same words were not enough to make the Army of the Dead shake their muscles and bones.

Moreover, these days, there have been reports of animal carcasses appearing on the Blood Gate front.

Obviously, the White Walkers are hunting animals to supplement their fighting power.

Want to count how many animals there are in the valley?

Clay had no such plans.

"In other words, we have to face at least one hundred thousand dead people in Salt Farm Town...or should we say dead animals?"

Mace Tyrell is good at summarizing, even if it's just nonsense.

"I'm going to King's Landing today. I'll bring a batch of dragon crystal arrowheads over first and distribute them to the soldiers as soon as possible."

Clay said.

As a king, he has to play the role of captain of the transportation team again.

Let the newly created batch of dragon crystal arrowheads be sealed and have Galesos transport them with his claws.

Otherwise, it may be too late to take the sea route by the time it arrives.

Dead people cannot negotiate, so they can calculate when they will arrive in Salt Farm Town.

If it's fast, it's twenty days, if it's slow, it's just one month. There will be no mistake.

This is the last window period. Before then, dragon crystal weapons must be used to arm the troops as much as possible.

The town of Saltworks must not be lost, otherwise the center of Earl Halloway's town would be in danger.

This will make the army on the front line of the Blood Gate be attacked from both sides.

If something went wrong with the Blood Gate, it would be completely hopeless.

Anyone who comes can only run away.

Therefore, under Clay Mandler's strong order in the name of the king, except for the logistics and security forces maintaining the Blood Gate, almost all the troops began to mobilize to the Blood Gate.

Clay and Daenerys made several trips to King's Landing and Saltworks Town, transporting 200,000 dragon crystal arrows to the front line.

The back troops from the Reach and the Riverlands arrived one after another, and the entire area near Salt Farm Town had turned into a huge barracks.

Countless soldiers took the weapons in their hands or the hoes and shovels they bought, and began to dig holes, reinforce the city walls, and build outer fortresses.

Sure enough, the calculated time was correct.

Twenty-three days after Candle Cave City was lost, the cavalry in charge of the vigilance sent back the news.

The enemy is coming!