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Davos hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to report the truth to the king. He bowed deeply and said softly, "Your Majesty, Salladhor Saan's fleet has suffered serious losses. Perhaps we should consider sending the fleet from Skagos Island to support it. Lord Garron's ironclad ships are famous for their strong protection and long-range firepower, and are recognized as one of the best warships in the Seven Kingdoms."

Stannis was silent for a moment, then he asked slowly, "How many ships do we have left, then?" There was a hint of worry in his voice.

Davos took a deep breath and tried to remain calm as he replied, "Your Majesty, including six five-masted sailing ships, we only have 240 warships left to deploy." This number felt heavy to him because they originally had more warships.

Hearing this news, Stannis's face turned gloomy. He muttered to himself: "The number of warships in the North is not large. If even our fleet cannot block the bay..." He did not finish his words, but everyone could understand the seriousness of it.

Davos then said: "Your Majesty, the situation is more than that. The strength of Salador Saan's fleet has been greatly weakened, and the hired armed merchant ships have begun to refuse to continue fighting. What's worse, the ammunition on the ship is almost exhausted." These problems made the situation more critical.

Stannis fell into deep thought, weighing the pros and cons. He knew that if he held on, he might face huge casualties and failure, but if he chose to retreat, he would lose an important strategic stronghold. After a lot of inner struggle, he finally made up his mind.

"Well, in that case, let them retreat! Evacuate the free folks to the rear, so that the migration can be faster." Stannis said with a hint of helplessness in his tone.

Then, he began to formulate a response strategy: "We must also take some actions. First, one backup line of defense is obviously not enough, and we must establish a second or even a third line of defense. Secondly, send someone to contact Robb and request sea support. The number does not need to be large, but the firepower must be strong, and at the same time, they must be careful of the sneak attacks of the White Walkers."

Davos agreed with the king's decision and suggested, "Yes, Your Majesty, I will arrange it right away."

Perhaps, as Melisandre said, the Night King's mana was exhausted and needed time to recover. The wights did not continue to attack, but just stood there quietly, staring at the humans motionlessly. However, the densely packed orchid eyes brought invisible pressure to humans, as if every pair of eyes was a curse, making people feel uneasy and fearful.

The soldiers turned their heads away, not daring to meet those orchid eyes, as if they were gazes from the abyss, fearing that they would be swallowed by them. Some savages were even frightened mad by these strange eyes, and actually ran out of the camp and attacked the wights. The stone thrown by Piso accurately broke the neck of the wight, and the head rolled down, but surprisingly, the wight still held its head and stood there motionless.

The human side did not get carried away by this, but instead took the time to improve fortifications and set traps. Originally, digging trenches was the best way to defend, but in this cold winter, the land had frozen into hard permafrost, making digging work extremely difficult. However, humans did not give up, and they came up with an ingenious method - using felled trees to make simple versions of chevaux de frise, and arranging them layer by layer on the open space.

Tormund once sent his skinchangers to possess birds and go to the opposite forest to conduct reconnaissance. However, all attempts ended in failure. As soon as many birds approached the forest, they were enveloped by a biting cold air, and they were instantly frozen and fell to the ground.

Even birds of prey that could fly high were not immune, and they were often hit by a sudden ice cone, which instantly exploded into a sky full of ice debris. The crow that flew the farthest sent back a horrifying picture - an endless army of dead people, slowly but steadily moving towards here. These dead people had pale faces, empty eyes, and a cold aura.

As dusk approached and the cold wind howled, the soldiers sat around the campfire, sharing their stories and experiences. Although they knew that tomorrow might be the end of their lives, at this moment, they chose to enjoy this moment of peace and warmth.

At this moment, a sentry standing on the high tower struck the leather drum vigorously, making a dull sound. His voice echoed in the cold wind, making everyone's heart tighten.

"Traces of White Walkers have been found ahead!" The sentinel's voice spread throughout the camp.

When Stannis heard the news, he immediately stood up from his seat, his eyes flashing with determination. He led the people around him and walked towards the defense line without hesitation.

In the dark forest, they saw a group of shadows approaching. As the distance got closer, the soldiers finally saw the true faces of those shadows. They were a group of White Walkers riding on death horses, wielding ice crystal weapons in their hands and making low roars.

This was the first time they had seen such a terrifying enemy, and many people were filled with fear. But Stannis was not afraid. He raised his sword high and shouted, "Prepare for battle!"

The officer relayed the order from his superiors: "Prepare for battle! Get your f*cking spirits up!"

"Ready to fight!"

"Ready to fight!"

"Ready to fight!"

.........

The soldiers looked solemn, holding their weapons tightly. Their eyes were firm, full of determination and courage to fight.

The White Walkers let out a low and terrifying roar, which seemed to come from the depths of hell, making people shudder. Behind them, countless wights surged like a tide, pouncing on humans with their fangs and claws bared.

These zombies were agile, with strange lights flashing in their eyes, like a group of hungry beasts, eager to tear the enemies in front of them into pieces.

Among this group of wights, there are some armored wights. They are different from ordinary wights, and they exude a powerful aura. These wights seem to have higher intelligence. They know how to command the wights and make their actions more orderly and flexible.

What was even more surprising was that some of the ghouls actually carried huge trees and ran like ferocious chariots. They used tree trunks as siege weapons, and their target was the low defensive wall of humans. This battle was bound to be extremely fierce, and both sides did not back down and were ready to face the test of life and death.