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

The defending human warriors were all stunned, they had never thought that the ghouls could run so fast. They came like a surging tide, and some of the incomplete ghouls even volunteered to use their bodies to pave the way ahead.

The obstacles that humans had painstakingly cleared during the day were instantly filled by the hordes of zombies that surged in like a tide. "Attack! Attack!" the officers shouted at the top of their lungs. The soldiers desperately fired the rockets in their hands, using every possible means to attack the enemy.

However, the enemy was too numerous. The burning ghouls were soon trampled under the feet of their swarming companions, and the flames on their bodies were crushed. The running ghouls did not hesitate to use their bodies to directly hit the not-so-high defense wall, causing the wall to shake violently, making it almost impossible for the people standing on top to stand firmly. Then, their remains were smashed into pieces by the ghouls that followed.

As time went by, more and more corpses piled up under the city wall, forming a high slope of corpses. The ghouls in the back stepped on the remains of their companions and continued to attack humans.

"Keep calm and don't retreat! We must hold our position!" the officers shouted at the top of their lungs.

"Hurry up and throw the torches to stop those zombies from approaching!"

"Ah, my leg is hurt! Come and save me..."

The battlefield echoed with the officers' roars and the soldiers' screams before death.

Stannis witnessed a soldier beside him being dragged out of the gap of the tower shield by a wight, and soon his screams stopped. Countless wights piled up like surging waves, and some even climbed up the city wall and fell into the human defense line. Although these wights were quickly eliminated, they brought instability to the front line. The soldiers tried their best to resist, but the defense line was still precarious.

At the critical moment, Davos arrived with the reserve troops. Holding torches in one hand and jars in the other, they rushed towards the wights without hesitation. They did not care about whether there would be accidental injuries, and threw the burning jars with all their strength. The kerosene jars exploded in mid-air, instantly igniting a large number of wights around them. The flames burned fiercely and spread rapidly, temporarily blocking the wights' advance.

Seeing this, the human warriors were delighted, but they knew it was only temporary because there were too many zombies. Aleken Floren said, "Your Majesty, these kerosene cans are very effective against zombies. If we have enough ammunition, we will be able to hold on here."

Stannis thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, these were unloaded from the ship before Salladhor Saan left. They were their last inventory." He sighed in his heart. If there were more fire pots and oil barrels, this battle might be different. But the reality is so cruel that they have to face the dilemma of scarce resources.

At this moment, a soldier came running to report: "Your Majesty, Lord Davos asked me to inform you that we have run out of fire pots, and the number of wights is still increasing." Hearing this news, Stannis's face became solemn. He knew that it would be difficult to resist the endless influx of wights with only the existing weapons and tactics.

Stannis made a quick judgment and realized that such an attack force could not withstand the attack of the wights. He knew that he had to find a way to change the situation, otherwise this place would be breached and everyone would face the threat of death.

He immediately shouted to Arlekin Florent, "No, we can't hold this place! Arlekin, Davos, you two must immediately organize the rear team to retreat first, light all the firewood along the way, and reserve several safe evacuation routes. Also send a few people to inform Commander Jon, tell him about our situation here, and let him prepare for the response in advance."

However, despite the fierceness of the fire, there were too many ghouls, and the fire was gradually suppressed. What was worse was that the ghouls carrying the trees had also arrived at the battlefield. They pushed the trees with great force, hitting the shields like battering rams, and knocked the soldiers behind the shields away.

At this time, the originally solid low wall could not withstand such a huge impact and was forcibly pushed open with gaps. Along the way, the number of broken wights and dead and wounded soldiers was more than ten times that of the enemy. Seeing that the defense line was about to collapse, Stannis made a quick decision and ordered: "Fire!"

Upon hearing the order, the soldiers in the rear quickly retreated and set fire to a row of trenches behind the protective wall. The flames connected together like a wall of fire, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Stannis turned to look at Tormund, who nodded, then raised his axe and shouted, "Freemen! Kill!" As he shouted, the wildling warriors rushed forward, wildly and fiercely attacking every wight who tried to climb the wall. They quickly replaced the exhausted soldiers in front. Those who were replaced were relieved and jumped off the wall, running towards the safe area behind the middle fire wall without looking back. There, they could take a breath. Some of the soldiers continued to hold up the burning poles and use the piled obstacles for defense.

However, facing the crazy attacks of the wights, the defensive wall began to crumble, as if it could collapse at any time. Although the wild warriors on the wall fought bravely, after a fierce counterattack, they gradually fell into trouble due to the lack of effective organization and command. They felt that it was becoming increasingly difficult to resist the attacks of the wights, and despair surged in their hearts.

The archers in the rear kept shooting arrows, trying to stop the advance of the corpse ghosts with dense rain of arrows. But the corpse ghosts seemed to have no fear of death, and continued to charge forward, with greed flashing in their eyes.

At this critical moment, Stannis suddenly noticed that more wights carrying huge tree trunks appeared in the distance, and they were approaching the city wall step by step. These tree trunks were like battering rams, posing a greater threat to the city wall. Further away, there were some strange beast wights, and even tall giant wights. These terrifying monsters frightened the soldiers on the city wall, and their morale was greatly hit. Looking at these new enemies, Stannis's face darkened, and an ominous premonition surged in his heart. He knew that this battle would be more difficult than he had imagined. Realizing that the situation was out of control, Stannis made a prompt decision and issued an order to retreat. The soldiers immediately blew the retreat horn, signaling the troops to quickly evacuate the battlefield.