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#395 - Chapter 129: Joining forces with the Savages (I)

When Bran saw the Night King again, he was terrified. The Night King was surrounded by thousands of White Walkers, and he seemed to sense the raven Bran was inhabiting. His deep blue eyes seemed to pierce through Bran's soul. In that instant, the raven was frozen into an ice sculpture, and Bran's consciousness was pulled out of the green vision. But as the raven fell, he saw the dense array of warships in the bay and Stannis's army fighting fiercely with the wildlings.

When Bran woke up, he immediately found his brother, Rickon. They quickly boarded a small boat, landed on the shore, and searched for Robb and Jon, who were commanding the battle. When he told them what he had seen in the green vision, although they found it hard to believe, it caught their attention. Robb and Jon chose to trust their brother.

Jon looked at Robb, a trace of worry in his eyes, and asked, "The White Walkers are coming, what should we do?"

Robb's face turned grim. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and said, "We must prepare. We can't leave these wildlings to the White Walkers. They will become the White Walkers' reinforcements, making them even stronger."

"What about Stannis? Can his army withstand the White Walkers?" Jon asked anxiously.

"I'm not sure, but I know we can't count on him," Robb said with a serious expression. "We need to inform him as soon as possible to prepare for the White Walkers. But the question is how to do that."

At this moment, Bran suddenly spoke up, "Perhaps I can help. I can warg into a raven, or other animals, so I can tell Stannis about the White Walkers. Also, I can use the green vision to observe the battle and report to you in time."

Jon shook his head and said, "No, it's too dangerous. You just experienced a coma. Another one will definitely cause great damage to your mind. We can't let you take another risk."

"But..." Bran wanted to argue.

"No buts," Robb interrupted him, kicking the large raft with his foot. "What we need most now is to develop a feasible plan to use these rafts to transport the wildlings to the sea. As long as they can leave here, they don't need to be able to sail back to Eastwatch."

Everyone fell into thought. Then, Rickon said, "Send me back to Skagos Island to bring the other half of the White Harbor fleet to support us."

Bran: "Is there still time?"

Jon: "Then we must buy time. I'll take people to support Stannis. We must stop the White Walkers and buy enough time for the evacuation here."

"Okay, it's settled then," Robb nodded. "Rickon, you immediately take a fast boat to find reinforcements. Bran, take people to check and pick out usable rafts and drag them into the sea. Jon, you lead the army to support Stannis, but don't take too many troops. The rest of you, prepare defenses with me. We must prepare for the worst. If they can't hold the front line, we can block them here again."

Jon frowned. He understood the enormous difficulties they faced, but he also knew that this was the only choice.

Jon turned to look at Robb and the other generals and asked, "What about you? What's your plan to deal with this predicament?"

Robb took a deep breath and said, "We will try our best to hold the line and delay the White Walkers' attack as much as possible. But we must face reality. This place may eventually be breached. So, when that moment comes, we will have to make the final decision..." Although he didn't say it, Jon knew in his heart that these wildlings could not be left to the White Walkers, not even their corpses.

"Let me talk to them. Most of them are women and children, living beings. Let's try to persuade them!" Jon said to Robb.

Robb nodded and said, "Okay, I'll leave it to you. I hope you succeed. But we don't have much time. If it really doesn't work, we can only take tough measures, and we won't be able to control the casualties."

Jon nodded heavily, indicating his understanding. They all knew that this was a battle for survival, and he was no longer the naive, passionate young man. He could only do his best to protect his subordinates and the lives of more people. Jon turned and left. Robb looked at his back and prayed silently in his heart.

However, Jon still felt uneasy. He thought of the captured wildlings, and a sense of responsibility welled up in his heart. He decided to go to Hardhome himself, to try to persuade the wildlings to surrender and fight against the White Walkers with them.

Jon led a small force through the snow to Hardhome. He saw the imprisoned wildlings and the soldiers guarding them. Jon dismounted and walked towards an officer in charge of the siege.

"Ser Dustin, let me try!"

The officer hesitated, but finally nodded. Jon walked to the wall, looking at the terrified and angry wildlings before him.

"Listen to me!" Jon shouted loudly. "We are under threat from the White Walkers. They are coming. If we don't unite, we will all die here. Put down your weapons, join us, and fight against the common enemy of mankind!"

The wildlings silently stared at Jon, some with doubt in their eyes, others appearing hesitant. Jon continued, "We are not enemies. We are all human. We should stand together and resist this disaster together."

Finally, a wildling leaned out, his voice filled with fear and despair: "Can we trust you? For centuries, the crows have been killing my people."

Jon sighed. He knew that the wildlings' hatred for the past was hard to let go of. But he still firmly replied, "We have all made mistakes, but now we need to unite. We only have one way to survive, which is to fight the White Walkers together. Put aside past grievances, let us fight for survival together."

Suddenly, a large group of wildling spearwives rushed out of the forest. These spearwives, armed with spears and fierce expressions, screamed and roared as they charged towards Jon and his team, trying to stop them.

The besieging army immediately turned, swords, spears, and arrows all pointed there.

"Stop! Everyone stop, put down your bows and arrows quickly," Jon decisively ordered his soldiers. He stood quietly in place, his eyes calm and firm, calmly observing the actions of the wildling spearwives.

Jon realized that these women might have some misunderstanding or fear of them, which led to the current tense situation. But he was determined to do his best to communicate with them and explain his intentions clearly.