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#404 - Chapter 138: The King's Death (Part 2)

In less than two hours, the second line of defense was breached. Faced with such a dire situation, Stannis had no choice but to order a retreat. To buy more time, he decided to set the forest behind them ablaze. The raging fire quickly spread, forming a massive wall of flames.

However, this time the White Walkers displayed unusual ferocity. Not only did they not retreat, but they also drove their vast army of wights to continue pursuing the humans. The fire in the forest grew larger and larger, spreading from one area to another, with flames reaching into the sky. But, with a considerable number of White Walkers directing them, their icy magic could suppress the flames, allowing the wights to no longer fear the fire and pour into the forest in an endless stream.

During the escape, many human warriors were overtaken and brutally killed by the wights. At this critical moment, Jon stepped forward bravely, leading the soldiers in fierce close combat against the White Walkers. Among the Night's Watch, some members came from the rangers, possessing unique skills and experience in dealing with White Walkers. As long as the White Walker in command was killed, the wights under its control would lose control and collapse into piles of bones on the ground.

The bloody battle in the forest lasted for several hours, with heavy losses on both sides. More than fifty White Walkers were killed by the humans, while the humans left thousands of corpses in the forest. Finally, relying on the terrain and the burning forest, the human warriors managed to stabilize their position at the third line of defense. Jon and Tormund gathered the retreating warriors and organized them to defend in place.

But Jon realized that Stannis was nowhere to be seen, and Davos was also missing. A bad feeling welled up in his heart. At this moment, the fire in the forest gradually weakened, but the enemy's offensive grew even more ferocious. Jon knew that this last line of defense could not hold for long.

He decisively ordered, "Take advantage of the time to recover your strength. This forest won't stop them for long. We are the last line of defense, fight to the death! For the women and children behind us!"

Jon's voice was full of determination and resolve, making everyone present feel his unwavering commitment. The soldiers nodded, indicating their willingness to fight alongside him to the end.

Inspired by Jon, the soldiers' morale soared, and they bravely fought the enemy. They protected the women and children behind them with their lives, fighting for their homes and loved ones. Despite the enemy's overwhelming numbers, they were not afraid, resisting the enemy's attacks with unwavering will and indomitable spirit.

The sea at night was pitch black, with only the faint glow of distant fires flickering in the darkness. The ships of the Skagosi fleet raised their sails and sailed towards the direction of the fire as quickly as possible. However, sailing in the dark was not easy. A fierce, cold wind howled, bringing icy mist that severely impaired visibility. The waves surged, posing a great challenge to navigation.

"Maintain formation! Each ship maintain maneuvering speed! This fog could be White Walker magic. If you spot anything unusual, sound the alarm immediately!" Al Crowl commanded loudly, his voice echoing in the cold night wind. He fearlessly led the fleet forward, resolute and decisive. The towering flames became their guiding light, leading them through the darkness.

Finally, the fleet approached the area where the fire was located, and the scene before them shocked them. The coast was in chaos, and the trees in the forest were burning fiercely, but due to the perennial low temperatures, the trees were not burning completely, resulting in a smoky but not very strong fire. Through the gaps in the trees, they could see large numbers of wights wandering around, seemingly searching for something.

Al Crowl and Rickon exchanged glances, both understanding that the situation was out of control and that the front-line defenders were in a bad situation. They had to act quickly.

Al Crowl calmly issued orders: "First and second squadrons attack in sequence. Third squadron move forward and deploy for guard duty. Use high-explosive incendiary bombs, target the rear of the forest, spaced four, fire!"

As the order was given, cannons spewed flames, and shells with long tails streaked across the night sky, falling into the forest like shooting stars. The violent explosions resounded through the clouds, deafening and seemingly tearing the entire earth apart. The shockwaves and raging flames generated by the explosions instantly swept through everything around them, turning the forest into a sea of fire.

The wights struggled painfully in the sea of fire, their bodies consumed by the flames, emitting shrill screams. The fire spread rapidly, forming an insurmountable wall of fire, preventing the wights from advancing.

On the other side, Jon was extremely anxious. He commanded the soldiers to resist the wights' frantic attacks with all their might. A steady stream of wights poured out of the forest, and warriors constantly retreating from the forest joined the battle, but their numbers were dwindling.

However, what weighed heavily on Jon's mind was that Stannis had not yet returned. As time passed, Jon's anxiety grew heavier.

Just as Jon was extremely anxious, a deafening roar suddenly came from the distance, and the sound of explosions, "Boom~ Rumble!", came from afar, as well as the roar of waves from the sea. He immediately realized that it was their fleet that had arrived.

Jon excitedly shouted, "Brothers, our reinforcements have arrived! Everyone hold your positions!" His voice spread throughout the battlefield, and the human warriors were immediately invigorated. Their originally exhausted bodies were filled with strength again, and their morale soared. They even launched a wave of counterattacks, driving the wights back into the forest.

In the light of the fire, Jon's eyes were firm. He knew that the battle was far from over, but at this moment, the light of hope had arrived.

The effect of the fleet's shelling was still very significant. The originally scattered fires in the forest were connected together, forming a huge wall of fire, completely blocking the endless stream of wights. Some unlucky White Walkers were even directly hit by shells, accompanied by the collapse of a large number of wights.

Some people who were originally surrounded by wights in the forest took this opportunity to escape. Jon timely organized the warriors to meet them and successfully rescued many people.

Among them was a group of people whose whole bodies were blackened by smoke, protecting the stretcher in the middle, and the leader was Davos, who had been missing for a long time.

Jon's pupils shrank, and he hurried forward and asked, "This is... His Majesty Stannis, what happened to him?"

Davos said with a face full of grief and indignation: "The road we were taking was blocked, and we couldn't evacuate in time, so we were surrounded by the White Walkers who followed closely. However, there were just too many White Walkers. His Majesty... he was ambushed by a White Walker during the battle... I failed to protect him."