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

The sun shone through the clouds onto the sea, gradually dispelling the fog. People on the shore finally saw the scene on the sea clearly. They saw two hundred tall ironclad ships cruising on the rough sea, looking particularly majestic and spectacular. However, not far away, the wreckage of dozens of sailing ships floated on the sea, as if telling of a fierce battle.

In fact, the Night King launched a counterattack against the fleet last night. Nearly a hundred sailing ships full of wights, under the command of a few white walkers, quietly approached the ironclad ship under the cover of fog. This move was really surprising, because no one thought that these walking dead had learned to drive ships. When this fleet led by white walkers appeared in the field of vision, it was full of monsters with blue eyes, which gave people a very strong visual impact.

The fleet was also completely caught off guard. They had originally only sent out a patrol fleet in accordance with combat regulations. However, faced with the sudden appearance of the enemy, the commander decisively ordered to open fire.

Although the wights on the sailboats still retain some of their instincts under the command of the White Walkers, and although these ships can be barely moved, it is too difficult for them to control the ship's onboard weapons to fight back.

The ships captured by the White Walkers were relatively small. They could not defend against the White Walkers' ice cone attacks, let alone the powerful artillery. The wights were not professional sailors and had no skills in sea warfare. Therefore, when the fleet's dense artillery fire came, these sailing ships could not dodge at all and were hit and caught fire one after another. Each ship would basically sink if it was hit by two shells, and many ships were even torn into pieces by the artillery fire.

In the end, this fierce naval battle ended with the Night King's defeat. However, the navy soldiers discovered an interesting phenomenon: the wights can't swim! Once they fall into the water, they will sink to the bottom of the sea quickly. The sea water not only hinders the transmission of magic power, but also causes the ice magic power in the wights to dissipate quickly.

Only a few white ghosts could struggle on the sea. Fortunately, the navy soldiers were equipped with a large number of crossbows and had specially made obsidian arrows, and these white ghosts became the target that the soldiers rushed to shoot.

After finding that the attack was ineffective, the Night King quickly realized that this suicidal attack was futile. With the arrival of dawn, the sun gradually spread over the earth. The Night King knew that he could not expose himself and the army of wights to the sun and become a target of the fleet. So, under his command, the army of wights began to retreat in an orderly manner and gradually disappeared into the darkness in the distance.

When the human warriors saw the army of wights leaving, they cheered loudly. They were glad that they had survived another long and difficult night and welcomed a new day. However, the morale of the soldiers of Stannis' army was low. They had lost their king and the goal they were fighting for. Under the leadership of Davos, they quietly withdrew from the defense line and retreated to the rear.

The wildling warriors watched the soldiers of Stannis' army leave, but they did not show contempt or ridicule for them. Instead, Tormund said loudly: "Although these southerners have left, they paid a heavy price to protect our people. This is not their battlefield, but our home. The leader of the crows has told me that the evacuation of the rear will be completed soon. As long as we hold on a little longer, they can evacuate safely."

Jon watched the departing troops, and mixed emotions welled up in his heart. He felt a little sorry for Stannis's death, after all, the king had his own persistence and principles. Although he was a little old-fashioned and stubborn, he was very fair in his way of doing things. Jon couldn't help but think that if this war was over, maybe they would become friends.

The fleet sent a liaison officer to communicate with Jon's people and coordinate the actions of both sides. Jon quickly made arrangements and asked his soldiers to do their duties. After everything was arranged, Ygritte walked to Jon and asked, "The King of the South is dead, and his army has left. Why do you still stay here? You are the leader of the crows, and the Wall is your territory."

Jon took a deep breath and said slowly: "Because I am the commander of the Night's Watch, I must stay. This is a war between the living and the dead. Only if we unite can we have a chance to defeat the enemy. Besides, how can I let you face those terrible armies of the dead alone?"

Ygritte was touched when she heard his words. She reached out her hand, tightly grasped Jon's collar, stared into his eyes, and said firmly: "Jon, you are such an indecisive man! But I know that you love me!" After that, she kissed Jon's lips forcefully without hesitation.

The two kissed each other with their lips tightly pressed together, passionately and affectionately. Their kiss was full of power, as if to convey their love to each other's heart. Seeing this scene, the people around gathered around, watching with great interest, and cheering from time to time. However, their enthusiasm did not affect Jon and Ygritte's concentration.

Jon wanted to break free, but Ygritte held him tightly, making him unable to move. Jon sighed helplessly, and finally let go of himself and responded to her kiss passionately. At this moment, the emotions in his heart erupted like a volcano, and he could no longer suppress them.

After a long time, the two slowly separated, with deep affection flashing in each other's eyes.

"I will face everything in the future with you." Jon said softly.

Ygritte smiled, so brightly that it seemed as if the whole world became brighter because of her. They held hands and turned to face the sea of ​​fire, ready to face the next challenge.

The peaceful time was always short-lived, and it was soon around four in the afternoon. There was some movement on the part of the White Walkers, and the fleet first discovered the enemy. Due to time constraints, there was no time to pass on the information, so Aiel directly ordered an artillery attack. One after another, the shells fell into the opposite cliff, causing a violent explosion, accompanied by a fierce burning.

Jon, who was a little surprised at first, reacted immediately. He widened his eyes and shouted loudly: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Those ghosts are on the cliff!" His voice was full of tension and anxiety.

He quickly organized the warriors around him and asked them to prepare for defense. However, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed because they all overlooked an important fact - the enemy was not ordinary humans, but lifeless zombies. These zombies didn't care about the cliffs in the ice and snow, they could easily climb up.