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#141 - Chapter 27: Bolton's Tragedy (IV)

Several clan warriors, upon witnessing this, disregarded their own opponents and charged forward with furious shouts. The spinning battleaxe pulverized four Bolton soldiers, crashed into the alley entrance, and scattered shredded flesh and corpses into the alley.

Tabek, who was lagging behind, was splattered with blood and gore. He slipped and fell, his eyes meeting a pair of lifeless, staring eyes. He recognized the man—it was his own nephew, now just a head. Alarmed, he scrambled forward, some escaping soldiers instinctively following him.

The battle was straightforward; the Bolton soldiers who had remained in the small square were all killed. Despite having the advantage in numbers and terrain, and wearing fine armor, the clan still paid a significant price, with over sixty casualties, more than half of whom died on the spot.

After leaving some men to clean up the battlefield, the rest pursued the fleeing, scattered soldiers. They dragged out the enemy corpses, delivered a finishing blow, and then chopped off their heads.

Seeing the clan warriors offering no quarter, a Bolton soldier, who was pretending to be dead in a pile of corpses, suddenly sprang up in attack. A young clan warrior, caught off guard, was knocked to the ground, and his weapon was seized.

The Bolton soldier raised the axe high, ready to strike a heavy blow, but "thunk"—a spearhead pierced through his back and chest. A sturdy middle-aged man forcefully pulled out the spear, shaking his head helplessly. "Alas, you rookies are far too inexperienced. Don't you know to give a finishing blow before rummaging through corpses?" The young man quickly got up. "Sorry, Chieftain Ayr, I will pay attention next time."

Ayr waved him away to work, muttering to himself, "No, I need to talk to Commander Flinn; the young men in the clan still need training."

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From several different alleys in the residential area near the port, many people emerged, their faces filled with fear and their bodies covered in blood. Due to the varying distances, these people escaped almost simultaneously. In their panic, the ones in the back were rolling and crawling out.

Because of insufficient manpower, Grig and his men did not set up ambushes in the alleys to intercept them. Too few people wouldn't be able to stop them, and too many would spread their forces too thin. So, many were lucky and nearly forty people escaped.

The entire port area was deserted, without a single pedestrian. At this time, they couldn't care about anything else; their eyes were only on the two rowing warships docked at the port.

They sprinted towards the ships, abandoning unnecessary burdens. If they had not retained some sense, they would have even thrown away their swords.

Tabek, who was in the back of the group, immediately sensed something was wrong; the entire port was too quiet. Especially the soldiers stationed on the ships, who were not making any movements. At this moment, the fastest people had already stepped onto the dock, but no one was even peeking out from the ship. He immediately spread his arms and shouted, "Stop! Stop! Danger!" But the ships were right in front of them, and few were willing to listen to him. Some even pushed his hands away and continued to run forward.

"Buzz, buzz, buzz..." Dozens of people suddenly emerged from the ship's side, holding crossbows and firing arrows at the crowd below. Instantly, more than a dozen people fell to the ground, struck by arrows. They had already thrown away their shields, and now they could only use their weapons to deflect the arrows.

Nina shouted, "Kill! Kill them!" After speaking, she raised her hand and shot an arrow, piercing through a person's skull.

A barrage of arrows from the ambush on the ship forced the remaining soldiers back. The remaining people conveniently pulled the corpses on the ground to use as shields. Tabek looked through the gaps and saw that there were more than forty people on the ship. And he only had less than twenty people left around him. He felt a wave of despair in his heart. It's over. Even if they could successfully seize the ships with their current strength, he wouldn't have enough manpower to sail them away. What made him even more desperate was that pursuers had already appeared in the alleys behind him, especially that tall figure in heavy armor.

Tabek helplessly shouted, "Warriors, we have no way out now. These barbarians will not accept our surrender. You are all warriors of the Bolton family. For honor, we will fight them to the death." Some people were motivated by his words and charged towards the enemy, but some people broke down and sat on the ground, crying.

On the coast of Seal Bay in the eastern North, several Northern cavalrymen were patrolling the coastline. This season was the peak period for wildlings to raid and plunder southward. Ever since the Amber family's daughter was captured by wildlings, the Amber family had strengthened its vigilance on the coastline, sending out a large number of cavalrymen to patrol the territory and clear out those small-scale wildlings who came south.

The leading cavalryman discovered a rowing warship stranded on the shore and immediately called his companions to surround it. After observing for a while and finding no one on board, they took the initiative to approach, because wildlings could not build such ships.

Before they even got close, they smelled a stench—the smell of rotting corpses. He immediately told his companions to be vigilant. Greatjon Amber walked solemnly along the coast. Soldiers covering their mouths and noses with cloth were moving all the heads from the ship and placing them densely on the beach, then sprinkling lime on the heads.

To date, the number has exceeded three hundred, and there are still heads in the cabin that have not been cleared, as well as some broken shields and banners of the Bolton family.

This number was already frightening. One must know that the Amber family's standing army was only three hundred people. Being able to easily kill four or five hundred Bolton family soldiers, the Amber family would not be able to withstand it if it were a surprise attack. Moreover, the other party had obtained the equipment of these four or five hundred soldiers, and their strength would definitely become stronger. Even such a large rowing warship, they were willing to abandon it.

Thinking of this, Greatjon felt a chill down his spine and didn't want to stay here any longer. After cleaning up the scene, he ordered people to dismantle the rudder and returned to his fiefdom.

He left these heads near the coastline, waiting for the Bolton family to send someone to deal with them. Firstly, if they were not handled properly, it would cause a plague. Secondly, leaving the heads in place could deter the wildlings from landing here, saving even the patrol.

Count Greatjon Amber returned to Last Hearth and immediately issued a call to arms, while strictly guarding the castle. Then, several cavalrymen set off from the castle to the north to report the news!

To the north of the Amber family's fiefdom was the Gift, which included 'Brandon's Gift' and the 'New Gift'.

Initially, Brandon the Builder gifted the Night's Watch with land twenty-five leagues south of the Wall as a source of livelihood, called Brandon's Gift. This land was cultivated by the Night's Watch and its vassals for thousands of years.