I have a Mount and Blade panel and I kill people in the Game of Thrones

"Those who can easily kill this group of rebels are either wildlings or white walkers. In short, they are all our enemies."

After Leon finished speaking, seeing that it was getting late, he gave the order: “Clean up this place.”

"The troops will stay here overnight. Everyone must sleep with one eye open. Also..."

When Lyon said this, he looked at Jon. The latter's heart tightened when he heard it, knowing that Lyon had a task for him.

"Jon, arrange for someone to take care of the horses. I don't want to wake up and be surrounded by White Walkers or wildlings and be unable to break out of the siege."

Lyon's words were extremely serious, which forced Jon to take his instructions seriously. Therefore, Jon made up his mind to spend the night with the horse.

Since they parted at the Black Iron Castle, Lyon and Jon have not seen each other for more than a month. Now, the disparity in their status makes it impossible for their relationship to return to its original intimacy.

Even if they meet occasionally, their conversations are mostly about business matters, and private friendly conversations are almost non-existent.

However, that night, Jon brought a bearskin mattress and had just spread it on the floor of the stable when he saw Lyon walking over alone.

"Your Excellency the Commander-in-Chief."

Jon, who was halfway through packing, immediately stood up and bowed respectfully to Leon.

"I don't think our relationship has become so distant yet?"

As he spoke, Leon still had the same serious expression he had during the day. Just when Jon was confused, Leon grinned:

"Don't call me Lord Commander-in-Chief. Just keep it like before."

"How can that be...Okay, Leon."

Under Lyon's insistent gaze, Jon finally changed his words, just like before.

"Can't sleep tonight?"

Jon mistakenly thought that Lyon was worried about future battles. After all, anyone at this age has the fate of the entire Night's Watch and even all of humanity on his shoulders. No one can do better than Lyon under such pressure.

"Can't I be the Lord Commander inspecting my subordinates to see if they have done their job well? Lord Snow?"

Lyon smiled and punched Jon on the shoulder. This action made Jon couldn't help laughing, and the trace of restraint hidden under his face disappeared.

"I sincerely thank you for appointing me as the Chief Ranger. This is like a dream to me. At the same age of fifteen, you have become the youngest Lord Commander of the Night's Watch in thousands of years, and I have the honor of becoming the Chief Ranger.

Come to think of it, I used to think that a bastard like me would be mediocre all my life, and no matter what I did, I would never be recognized by a great figure of the Night's Watch like Alliser Thorne...

"I am deeply grateful to you for appointing me as the Chief Ranger. This is like a dream to me. At the same age of fifteen, you have become the youngest Lord Commander of the Night's Watch in thousands of years, and I am honored to be the Chief Ranger."

The smile on Jon's face was as fleeting as the short-lived warm sunshine of spring. Then he put on a serious expression and said to Lyon:

"However, I think you should not rashly lead an army to fight the King-Beyond-the-Wall. Leave this task to me. You should go to guard the Wall."

"Leave it to you? Do you have any good ideas?"

After listening to Jon's words, Lyon couldn't help but cast a curious look at him.

"I...I haven't thought of it yet, but do you have a solution?"

Jon's face was embarrassed at first, then his eyes lit up.

"In fact, you and I both know the real purpose of Mance Rayder's hasty call for the wildlings to go south. And deep down in your heart, you also want the wildlings to go south, right?"

"Yes, even if I come up with the worst excuse, we cannot let these 100,000 wildlings become nutrients for the army of the White Walkers. Mance Rayder, a former Night's Watcher, can command so many wildlings. I think there are naturally people in our Night's Watch who can do this."

After saying that, Jon turned his gaze to Lyon. For some reason, he subconsciously felt that Lyon seemed to be able to do this as well.

And he doesn't have to break his oath to the Night's Watch, let alone become a wildling.

"Commanding so many savages? You really dare to think so."

Hearing Jon's theory, Leon laughed happily. Although neither of them talked about what happened to them during the time they were not with each other, all the words, whether pale or passionate, could not compare to the knowing smile when the two looked at each other.

Then Leon stood up and patted Jon on the shoulder.

Lyon had become increasingly adept at this inspiring gesture recently, although until the very end Lyon was unable to reveal to Jon how he would do it.

What did Leon say on the day of the Night's Watch election that he would give the King-Beyond-the-Wall an excuse that he couldn't refuse?

After Lyon left, Jon spent a sleepless night leaning against the pillar of the stable with this thought in mind.

In the dense forest beside Castle Craster, a green light flashed from time to time. It was the eyes of some unknown beast, coldly watching every move of the Night's Watch.

Not far to the north of Fort Craster, at least three hundred of the most elite free folk warriors under the command of Mance Rayder were lying in ambush.

After hearing Varamyr's report, Mance Rayder nodded silently.

As the road to the south has been almost blocked by the White Walkers, his wildling army is now gathered in Hardhome and cannot arrive sooner.

There were 500 of these 300 freemen when they set out on foot, but only 300 were left when they arrived at Fort Custer.

But Mance Rayder still felt that he could defeat the two hundred Night's Watchmen in Craster's Keep in one bite.

"By the way, did you see clearly that the man was the new commander-in-chief, Leon Victor?"

Mance Rayder asked again with some concern.

Varamyr answered without hesitation: "The fellow has circled Craster's Keep several times, and my Owl has nearly spotted him several times while following him. That is unmistakable."

"He left the city walls alone and came out to fight. I really don't understand what the new Crow Commander-in-Chief is thinking."

A freeman chieftain nearby also heard Varamyr's intelligence and interjected, but his expression was extremely relaxed. It was obvious that in his opinion, Lyon's move to lead his troops out of the city was a complete mistake.

But since Lyon was being stupid, he was happy to see it.

“Does he intend to break through the ranks of the free folk and take the life of our leader, Mance Rayder? Only in this way can the free folk, without their leader, be defeated, and these crows can continue to guard their shattered walls in peace.”

Suddenly, a surprised voice was heard among the free folk chiefs. Although no one knew who made it, all the chiefs became nervous for a moment and turned around to look for the source of the voice.

When they saw the person who was speaking leaning against a thick tree trunk, with only his knees barely visible in the dim candlelight, many people breathed a sigh of relief, and their worries were slightly alleviated.

It turns out that this sentence was said by the giant chieftain 'Strong Gema'.

There is a saying in the snowfield: "When the giant thinks, the savages laugh."

This strange idea would be more worrying if it came from a nation that is always good at making plans but weak itself.

If it came from a giant race with extremely strong bodies, it would only make everyone laugh.

Even Mance Rayder gave two dry laughs, as if he was trying to express his intimacy with everyone through his laughter.

Only the 'strong Gema' had a serious look on his face, thinking that this was very likely to happen. Of course, others could not see his expression through the treetops.