Chapter 175 Battle on the Great Wall

They will choose to come at night. The indigo sky gradually turns into a dark black color, and the stars gradually appear.

The horn of the Night's Watch blew, and it blew twice.

One blast represents the return of the brothers, two blasts represent the approach of the wildlings, and three blasts represent the attack of the White Walkers.

Jon got up from the bed with difficulty. He had a nightmare.

He cremated Ygritte with his own hands a day ago. Remember that it was her wish.

He looked at the Wall from the King's Tower. Mance Rayder finally came, and the ravens they sent still did not respond.

The lords in the south seemed to be addicted to the struggle for power and completely forgot about the Night's Watch.

Even his father, every time he thought of this, Jon felt a little sad.

He turned his eyes to the King's Road in the south. Although he couldn't see it from here, he knew that Winterfell was there. He would come, he would definitely come.

Although his legs still hurt, they were a little numb, and he could walk.

The Night's Watch brothers poured out of the tower, holding weapons, and gathered in the iron cage under the corner of the wall. By pulling the iron cage with a winch, they could climb onto the 700-foot ice wall.

Jon looked for his friends among the Night's Watch, Pyp, Grenn and Viggy. He didn't find them until he walked to the iron cage with a cane.

An iron cage can only hold ten people at a time. When the iron cage is raised, they can only wait.

The wind was unusually cold. He remembered that when he first arrived at the Wall, he didn't understand why Cole said that the most deadly thing on the Wall was the wind.

Later, he climbed up the Wall to patrol at night. Only then did he know that the wind, like the roar of a giant beast, was as hurtful as a sword.

He stood in the iron cage and followed the ten Night's Watch brothers to climb slowly. The higher they went, the louder the wind became.

"It's so cold today!" A brother scolded. He was a new Night's Watcher and a prisoner sent from Storm's End.

Jon has become accustomed to this kind of weather. Compared with the cold wind, he thinks that something in the dark makes him feel more chilled.

The wildling king once told him: When the dead come out, the ring wall, the stakes and the sword become meaningless. People can't fight the dead, Jon Snow, no one knows better than me.

When he climbed to the top of the Great Wall, he saw the flames burning on the steel basin, as well as a bunch of arrows, crossbows, spears, rocks and asphalt barrels.

Rodrik, the coach of Winterfell, taught them that when defending the castle, these wooden barrels filled with asphalt and lamp oil can burn the enemy to tears. He looked at the flames of the steel basin swaying in the cold wind, wondering if the flames of the asphalt barrels could stop the wildlings.

In order to make their number look larger, the Night's Watch filled the Great Wall with scarecrows wearing black cloaks.

The endless night stretched to the north of the Great Wall, as if countless black hands were covering their eyes. In addition to the darkness, Jon Snow also saw the twinkling lights of fire. With the help of the fire, he saw a huge shadow.

That kind of monster had long curved tusks and was several times bigger than a horse.

Boom!

He heard the sound of the giant catapult throwing the pitch pail, and the burning pitch pail illuminated the night.

Jon used this light to see the group of mammoths clearly, many of them, ten, fifty, a hundred!!!

He saw the wildling army begin to surge like a tide, and their horns responded to the crows on the Great Wall, and their attack was coming.

"The gate! Their goal is the gate!" These wildlings had no intention of climbing the 700-foot high wall.

Only a fool would think of attacking the highest wall in the Seven Kingdoms, and obviously Mance Rayder was not a fool.

They lit the oil cans and threw them down the wall, while pushing down the boulders.

These wildlings kept approaching the city wall like ants.

The city gate was a curved tunnel dug out in the ice wall. The space was narrow and barely allowed a horse to pass through.

The dark night made it impossible for them to see where the enemy was. Only the occasional flash of fire cast shadows, reminding them that there were many enemies.

"Jon, the Wall is yours before I come back." Master Noye told Jon Snow.

He handed over the command of the Wall to himself?

"Yes." He reluctantly agreed.

The blacksmith selected a few people to follow him down the city gate. Vicky followed him silently, but scolded the weapon master loudly, "Why are you following me, you idiot!"

Vicky opened his mouth slightly, but heard Master Noye say again, "You are too short, don't get in the way."

The blacksmith took away two archers and two spearmen.

The guards on the Wall poured arrows into the endless night.

It was still dark until dawn, and they could finally see the face of the wildling army from the little light. Horsemen and giants, wolves and skinchangers, all gathered here.

"I didn't know there were so many of them," said Satin.

Hundreds of mammoths, with giants riding on their backs with clubs, mauls or stone axes. More giants ran beside, pushing a large tree trunk with wooden wheels mounted on it, and the front of the tree trunk was sharpened to a point.

"What should we do? How can we deal with them?" someone asked desperately.

"The Wall will stop them," Jon heard himself say. He turned to the group and raised his voice, "The Wall will stop them, the Wall will protect itself."

He heard his companions responding to his words, although the words were extremely pale and weak, but he had to say it. Any discouraging words from now on might cause their morale to collapse.

The wildlings' bows and arrows could not be shot at all. Their crude skills could not make a good bow at all. After those arrows were shot into the air, they fell back powerlessly.

They looked down and threw all kinds of weapons to the wildlings. When Jon Snow came down from the Wall because of his leg injury, the maester told him that the blacksmith master and his men had died.

He saw Viggy crying, and Jon Snow's heart sank.

The following battles continued unabated, and the flames of war resounded in every corner under the Black Castle day and night.

"Did they send more wildlings?" Satin shouted desperately. He was a new recruit of the Night's Watch, and his name came from the brothel where he grew up.

The recruit was as beautiful as a woman, not very old, and had just started to grow a beard.

Who will guard the city gate? Jon Snow looked at his feet and couldn't help biting his lip.

Toot toot toot!!!

A loud horn sounded through the world. This strange horn was neither from the Night's Watch nor from the wildlings.

Jon Snow thought, this is a familiar sound.

"Look there!" Satin's voice came again, pointing to the south of the Wall.

Jon Snow turned his head and saw a group of flying silver-gray ice wolves.