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#397 - Chapter 131: The White Walker Conspiracy (I)

Meanwhile, Bran was leading a group of people inspecting the rafts. They carefully selected the usable rafts and organized manpower to drag them to the seaside, and then ships towed them into the sea.

Bran told the wildlings that these rafts would be important tools for their escape. However, his heart was full of worries, not knowing whether these rafts could really bear the weight of everyone. But in any case, this was the best option currently.

To the south of Hardhome, Jon was leading the army to Stannis's battlefield. He knew that this battle would be very fierce, but he was determined to protect humanity at all costs.

At the same time, Rickon, riding a fast ship across Skane Island, could already see Skagos Island not far away. He hoped that his adoptive father's token could mobilize the White Harbor fleet to return for support. His mood was anxious, not knowing whether it would be too late to save some of his people.

In this tense moment, everyone was doing their best to fight for survival.

The situation at the abandoned fort was not optimistic. Jon led the support team to arrive, inspiring the morale of his side. But when Tormund saw the wildling spearwives in the team, it meant that the clansmen in the rear and the southerners had united.

Tormund stood in front and shouted loudly: "Little cubs! Your clansmen in the rear are getting help from the southerners, and they are crossing the sea to escape danger. Every moment we hold on here, more of our clansmen will be able to evacuate safely. Look! These southerners are fighting bravely to protect your families! Pick up your weapons and let them see the courage of the Free Folk!" As his words fell, the wildlings responded one after another, raising their weapons and letting out激昂 roars. That momentum was like an overwhelming force, pushing the wights back a distance.

The battle horn sounded, and Jon rushed to the front without hesitation, leading the soldiers to charge towards the enemy. The two sides engaged in close combat, and a fierce fight began. Weapons clashed, splashing sparks everywhere. On the battlefield, smoke filled the air, and the smell of blood permeated. Every warrior used all their skills and did their best to devote themselves to this life-and-death contest.

At this moment, the fleet on the sea finally began to show its power. Countless ship-borne crossbows fired large burning bolts, which slammed into the wight群 with raging flames. For a time, huge gaps were opened in the wight群, corpses and minced meat splashed everywhere, and the scene was horrible.

To ensure the hit rate, these fleets had even approached not far from the shore. At the same time, large warships in the distance also began to project fire oil bombs. Once these fire oil bombs landed, they would ignite a sea of ​​fire, each causing flames in a range of five or six meters, with amazing power. Many wights that crossed the flames were burned into torches, and they also ignited other wights around them. However, all of this did not last long, because the continuous stream of dead armies quickly trampled out the flames.

Stannis was indeed a commander who had experienced many battles and had extremely rich combat experience. He quickly realized the disadvantage of his side. The physical strength of humans is ultimately limited, but the wight army on the opposite side seemed to be driven by some mysterious force, not only difficult to eliminate, but also the dead seemed to not know what fatigue was.

In addition, the number of ammunition carried by the warships at sea was limited after all. The naval commander had sent him a message, saying that the support that could be provided would not be much. Facing such an unfavorable situation, the king, who had experienced many battles, felt very anxious and worried.

After Jon's support arrived, the allied forces and the wildlings still had more than 25,000 troops, but the dead army on the opposite side was endless, as if there was no end.

The physical strength of the soldiers under his command had declined after the previous wave of outbreaks, and the frequency of attacks had also decreased. The large-scale spells that Melisandre had cast before, and the flames attached to the weapons, had also dimmed. If this stalemate continues, our side will definitely not be able to hold on.

Stannis decisively shouted: "Everyone listen to the order! Now divide into two groups, one group fights in the front, and the other group retreats to the rear to rest and recover their strength. Fight alternately like this to maintain combat effectiveness!"

Stannis called Jon over and said with a serious face: "Commander Jon, let's not talk nonsense. The terrain here is too open and not conducive to defense. And once the defensive wall is breached, we will be in danger. I need you to lead people to set up a second line of defense in the rear. Do you see that cliff? It is backed by a forest and is closest to the sea. It is a good defensive location. You will decide on the specific layout."

Jon nodded, he knew the importance of this task. He immediately gathered some strong warriors, and Stannis also sent most of the cavalry to the rear to establish a defense line. Before leaving, he said to Stannis with a serious face: "Your Majesty Stannis, you must also be careful! Night is coming, according to my understanding, the combat effectiveness of the wights will become stronger at night, and the Others may also personally join the battle. It is said that they possess powerful ice magic, and those who have seen its power are dead."

Stannis nodded silently, indicating that he understood. He turned around and began to issue orders to other generals: "Sir Haklen, I have an important task for you. Give you five hundred soldiers to go to the nearby forest to cut down trees and transport these woods back. At the same time, use these woods to build fire belts fifty steps and one hundred and fifty steps behind us." Everyone responded in unison, picked up tools and materials, and quickly devoted themselves to the intense work.

Jon stood at the destination, carefully observing the surrounding terrain and environment. He thought to himself how to maximize the use of the terrain to enhance defense. He directed the soldiers to cut down trees and build obstacles and traps. In the tense work, time passed quickly. Soon night fell, and a rudimentary line of defense appeared in the rear.

At the edge of the haunted forest, faint figures were visible, their eyes emitting a faint blue light.

The warships in the bay lit up their lights and were still firing crossbow bolts and fire bombs intermittently. The ice fog slowly spread over, and although it did not come into contact with the ships, the temperature dropped sharply. Without anyone noticing, the sea surface also began to freeze.

Under the cover of the ice fog, at this time, the shore was densely packed with figures, and the faint blue eyes were like stars in the sky.

These were all Others, as many as five or six hundred, all silently staring at the ships on the sea. A team of tall Other guards led by the Night King walked over. He looked at the distant battlefield that was still in fierce battle, and then turned his eyes back to the sea.