Author: Leaning on the railing and letting the wind blow

They would choose to come at night, when the indigo sky gradually turns into pitch black, and the stars gradually emerge.

The night watchman's horn sounded, whining 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 struggled to get up from the bed, he had a nightmare.

He personally cremated Ygritte a day ago, remembering that it was her wish.

He looked towards the Great Wall from the King's Tower. Mance Rayder had finally arrived, but the raven they sent still had no response.

The princes in the south seemed to be addicted to the struggle for power and completely forgot about the night watchman.

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

He turned his attention 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 somewhat numb and he could already move around.

The Night Watch brothers poured out of the tower, armed with weapons, and gathered at the iron cage under the corner. Using a winch to pull up the iron cage, they were able to climb onto the 700-foot ice wall.

Jon looked for several of his friends among the night watchmen, Piper, Grenn, and Verge. 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. They can only wait while the iron cage goes up.

The wind was extremely harsh. He remembered that when he first arrived at the Great Wall, he didn't understand why Cole said that the most terrible thing on the Great Wall was the wind.

Later, when he climbed up the Great Wall to patrol at night, he realized that the wind, like the roar of a giant beast, could hurt people just as much as a sword.

He stood in the iron cage and slowly climbed up with the ten night watchman brothers. The higher he went up, the louder the wind became.

"It's so cold today!" scolded one of the brothers. He was the new night watchman and a prisoner sent from Storm's End.

Jon was used to this kind of weather. Compared with the cold wind, he thought that something in the dark made him feel even more chilled to the bone.

The Wildling King once told him: When the dead are infested, walls, stakes, and swords become meaningless. One cannot fight the dead, and no one knows that better than me, Jon Snow.

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

Rodrik, the coach of Winterfell, taught them that when defending the castle, barrels containing asphalt and lamp oil could burn the enemy to tears. He looked at the flames of the steel basin swaying with the cold wind, not knowing that the asphalt

Can the barrel's flames stop the savages?

In order to make their numbers appear larger, the Night Watchmen planted scarecrows in black cloaks on the Great Wall.

The endless black night in the north of the Great Wall seemed to be covered by countless black hands. In addition to the darkness, Snow also saw the dots of firelight. Through the firelight, he saw a huge shadow.

.

That monster had long curved tusks and was several times the size of a horse.

Boom!

He heard the sound of giant catapults hurling asphalt, and the burning asphalt lit up the night.

Through this light, Jon could clearly see the group of mammoths, there were many of them, ten, fifty, a hundred!!!

He saw the barbarian army beginning to come in like a tide. Their horns sounded in response to the crows on the Great Wall, and their attack was coming.

"The city gate! Their target is the city gate!" These savages had no intention of climbing the seven hundred-foot high wall.

Only a fool would think of storming the tallest city wall in the Seven Kingdoms, and Mance Rayder was obviously no fool.

They lit the oil cans on fire and threw them over the city wall, pushing down boulders at the same time.

These savages kept coming to the city wall like ants.

The city gate is a curved tunnel cut into the ice wall. The space is so narrow that a horse can barely pass through it.

The dark night prevented them from seeing clearly where the enemy was. Only the occasional flash of flames reflected shadows, reminding them that there were many enemies.

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

He gave himself command of the Great Wall?

"Yes." He reluctantly agreed.

The blacksmith selected a few people to follow him down to the city gate. Weggie followed him silently, but yelled at the weapon master, "Why are you following me, you idiot?"

Weggie's mouth opened slightly, but Master Noi said again, "You're too short, don't get in the way."

The blacksmith took away two good archers and two spearmen.

The guards on the Great Wall were pouring arrows into the boundless night.

Until dawn broke, the sky was still dark, and they were finally able to see clearly the appearance of the wildling army from a little light. The cavalry and giants, wolves and skinchangers, the wildlings all gathered here.

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

Hundreds of mammoths, with giants holding sticks, mallets or huge stone axes riding on their backs. More giants ran beside them, pushing a large tree trunk equipped with wooden wheels, and the front end of the trunk was sharpened into a sharp point.

"What should we do? How should 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, and the Wall will protect itself."

He heard several of his companions echoing his words. Although the words were extremely feeble, he had to say them. Any depressing words at this moment might cause their morale to collapse.

The savages' bows and arrows couldn't shoot at all, and their crude skills couldn't make a good bow at all. After the arrows shot into the air, they fell back feebly.

They condescendingly threw all kinds of weapons at the wildlings. When Snow walked down the Great Wall because of his leg injury, the maester told him that the blacksmith and the others had died.

He saw Weggie crying, and Snow's heart sank.

The battle that followed continued unabated, and the flames of war resounded throughout every corner of Castle Black day and night.

"They sent more savages?" cried Satin desperately, a recruit of the Night's Watch who was named after the brothel where he grew up.

The recruit was as beautiful as a woman, young and had just begun to grow a beard.

Who was going to guard the city gate? Snow looked at her feet and bit her lip.

Toot toot!!!

A loud horn resounded throughout the world. This strange horn came neither from the night watchmen nor from the wild men.

Snow thought, this is a familiar voice.

"Look there, you guys!" Satin's voice came again, and he pointed to the south of the Great Wall.

Snow turned his head, and what came into view was a silver-gray ice wolf flying around.
Chapter completed!