The journey of the film and television world is endless [continued]

Not long ago, in Hardhome, Bran, who inherited part of the Greenseer's legacy, suddenly fell into a coma and experienced a shocking adventure in the Green Vision. Through the huge heart tree at the ruins of Whitetree Village, he saw an endless army of wights, so he decided to possess a crow and track the traces of these white walkers. However, he witnessed an astonishing scene - hundreds of thousands of wights were running wildly in the Haunted Forest, and in front of them was the Corner of Stodd.

When Bran saw the Night King again, he was terrified. There were thousands of White Walkers around the Night King, and the Night King seemed to be aware of the raven he possessed, and the blue eyes seemed to penetrate his soul. At that moment, the raven was frozen into an ice sculpture. Bran's consciousness was also pulled out of the green vision. But at the moment the raven fell, he saw the dense warships in the bay and Stannis's army fighting fiercely with the wildlings.

After Bran regained consciousness, he immediately found his brother Rickon. They quickly boarded a small boat and landed on the shore, looking for Robb and Jon who were directing the battle. When he told them what he saw and heard in the Green Vision, although the two found it a little unbelievable, they still took it seriously, and Robb and the others chose to believe 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 became very serious. He gripped the hilt of his sword tightly and said, "We must be prepared. We cannot leave these wildlings to the White Walkers. They will become the White Walkers' new force and make them more powerful."

"What about Stannis? Can his army resist the White Walkers?" Jon asked worriedly.

"I'm not sure, but I know we can't count on him." Robb said solemnly, "We need to inform him as soon as possible so that he can be prepared to deal with the White Walkers. But the question is how to do this."

At this time, Bran suddenly said, "Perhaps I can help. I can possess a crow or other animal, so that I can tell Stannis about the White Walkers. Moreover, I can also use the green vision to observe the battle situation and report to you in time."

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

"But..." Bran wanted to argue.

"No buts," interrupted Robb, kicking the raft. "What we need most is a plan to get the wildlings out to sea, just enough to get them out of here. We don't need to get them back to Eastwatch."

Everyone fell into deep thought. At this time, Rickon said, "Send me back to Skaggs Island and transfer the other half of the White Tiger Fleet to support me."

Bran: "Is there still time?"

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

"Okay, it's settled." Robb nodded. "Ricken, you take the clipper ship to find support immediately. Bran, take the men to check and pick out the usable rafts and tow them to the sea. Jon, you lead the army to support Stannis, but you can't take too many troops with you. The others, come with me to prepare fortifications. We have to prepare for the worst. If we can't stop them in front, we can stop them here again."

Jon frowned, he understood the huge difficulties they faced, but he also knew that this was the only option.

Jon turned to look at Robb and the other generals and asked, "What about you? What plans do you have to deal with this dilemma?"

Robb took a deep breath and said, "We will do our best to hold the line and, if possible, delay the attack of the White Walkers. But we have to face the reality that this place may eventually be breached. So, when that moment comes, we will have to make the final decision..." Although he did not 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, all living lives. Let's try our best to win them over!" Jon said to Robb.

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

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

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

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

"Sir Dustin, let me try!"

The officer hesitated, but finally nodded. Jon walked to the wall and looked at the terrified and angry wildlings in front of him.

"Listen to me!" Jon shouted, "We are under the threat of the White Walkers, and they are about to attack. 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 looked at Jon in silence, some with doubts in their eyes, and some seemed hesitant. Jon continued: "We are not enemies, we are all human beings, we should stand together and resist this disaster together."

Finally, a savage poked his head out. His voice was filled with fear and despair: "Can we trust you? For thousands of years, crows have been killing my people."

Jon sighed, knowing that the wildlings could not let go of their hatred for the past. But he still answered firmly: "We all made mistakes, but now we need to unite. We have only one way to survive, and that is to fight against the White Walkers together. Let's put aside the grudges of the past and fight for survival together."

Suddenly, a large group of wildling spearwomen rushed out of the forest. These wildling spearwomen were holding spears and had fierce looks. They screamed and roared and rushed towards Jon and his team, trying to stop them.

The siege army immediately turned around, with swords, spears, bows and arrows pointing there.