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The wildlings below the Great Wall howled and rushed forward like crazy, already within the attack range of the crossbows. Jon raised his arm steadily, his eyes firm and calm, he waited patiently for the enemy to get closer, and then swung his arm hard.

Following his action, the archers on the city wall responded and quickly launched their attacks. For a moment, countless arrows poured down like dense raindrops, flying straight towards the barbarians below with fierce momentum. Standing on this 200-meter-high city wall to shoot, facing the biting cold wind whistling past, it is almost impossible to achieve accurate aiming.

Therefore, these crossbowmen could only shoot in a general direction based on their own experience and judgment. However, despite this, the strong impact of the arrows when they fell from a height still made them lethal. The savages wore thick leather clothes, but they could not provide effective protection against such attacks. Once they were hit by arrows, whether in vital parts or other places, they were very likely to cause death or serious injury.

Looking around, as far as the eye can see, there are savages who have fallen to the ground after being shot by arrows. Some of them have not yet completely died, still struggling in pain, making miserable wails! And more savages have already rushed to the bottom of the wall. They gathered together densely, like a group of surging ants, and began to climb up with difficulty. In such harsh conditions of wind and snow, it is difficult to climb such a steep and desperate Great Wall with bare hands. From time to time, there were bursts of screams, and someone fell from a height. A height of dozens of meters was enough to be fatal. The only difference was whether a complete body could be preserved.

Under the command of the barbarian leader, they lit a pile of bonfires about a hundred steps below the Wall. At the same time, the people in black on the wall seemed to have a tacit understanding and did not attack those who lit the fire. After the raging fire was lit, the billowing smoke drifted towards the Wall under the cold wind. Countless barbarians continuously threw wood and other fuel into the fires. Not only that, those barbarians who had died or had not yet completely died were also thrown into the fire. They were even very "considerate" to tear off the skins and cloths of the dead and wrap themselves around to resist the severe cold.

The air was filled with a strong smell of roasted meat, which made the Night Watchmen feel very uncomfortable. At this moment, they just wanted to eat some light food to relieve this discomfort. At least for tonight's dinner, they really had no interest in it.

As the fire became more fierce, the smoke gradually blurred the vision of the soldiers defending the city. Many people were choked by the thick smoke and kept coughing, but Jon acted like nothing happened and showed no concern for such a fierce siege. He knew in his heart that the bodies of the soldiers who died on the battlefield must be burned as soon as possible, otherwise once they were resurrected and used by the terrifying White Walkers, it would not be so easy to defeat them again!

Jon's eyes never strayed from the small hill in the distance. Through the billowing smoke, he could vaguely see a group of figures gathered on the top of the hill, and the banners used to command the battle were fluttering in the wind. The King-Beyond-the-Wall, Mance Rayder, was among them at this moment, constantly issuing orders, driving wave after wave of wildlings to charge against the city walls, simply sending them to die in vain! What good could this do? It was really puzzling.

Looking far away, Mance Rayder's face, as stiff and indifferent as a sculpture, remained expressionless on the top of a distant mountain. The many free folk leaders surrounding him all looked gloomy and solemn, and were obviously in a bad mood.

In fact, Mance Rayder was not the kind of person who had a strong personal charm that could convince all the free people and unite closely around him. At the beginning, the reason why he was able to embark on this road of conquest was mainly due to the full support of the Night Walkers. Originally, everything was going according to his plan in an orderly manner, but the sudden appearance of the White Walkers and the Dark Demons more than a decade ago completely disrupted his deployment. The Thenns, once the most powerful people outside the Wall, were almost wiped out overnight. Not only did the living disappear, but the dead also disappeared. The giants living next to them also disappeared strangely, and even the giant tribes that originally grazed mammoths near the Great Glacier disappeared.

In the following years, the Hardfoot Clan and the Cave Clan were not spared and suffered fierce attacks, with heavy casualties. Countless free peoples originally living in the northern region had to migrate southward on a large scale. Even the cannibals and seal people living in the Great Glacier joined the escape journey.

Faced with the tremendous pressure of life and death, these people had no choice but to unite closely and unanimously elect Mance Rayder, who was still powerful, as the new generation of King Beyond the Wall.

They had no choice but to let their people launch this suicidal attack. The white ghosts from the distant land of eternal winter appeared again, and this time the enemy was fierce. According to the investigation of the skinchangers, the number of those who came back from the dead was so large that it was staggering.

More than a year had passed since the last thrilling battle, when Mance Rayder led the vast army of freemen in a life-and-death battle against the terrifying wights. Just when the battle was tense and the outcome was unclear, something unexpected happened - a large number of the originally aggressive white walkers suddenly fell down, and instantly turned into piles of gloomy and terrifying bones. This sudden change greatly boosted the morale of the freemen, and finally achieved an unprecedented great victory.

However, the good times did not last long. After just one year of recuperation, the White Walkers came again like a raging tide. To make matters worse, the climate this year was extremely cold. Since the beginning of winter, the free folk have been facing a serious food shortage. Under such difficult circumstances, Mance Rayder and other leaders made a painful decision after careful consideration: to send the old, weak, sick and disabled in the team to launch a desperate charge to the Wall.

The defenders on the city wall could never imagine that the attackers below who were desperately attacking the city wall were actually gray-haired old people and sick and injured people. Such people had no power to fight back against the powerful White Walkers, and would only make the terrifying army of the dead grow stronger. But if they continued to stay in the team, it would inevitably consume the already extremely precious food and winter supplies. Therefore, they chose to take this road of no return without hesitation, using their lives in exchange for the hope of survival of women and children.

The wild leader Solon bit his lips tightly, raised the heavy axe in his hand, and chopped it hard on the ground, as if he wanted to vent all the grief and helplessness in his heart. He covered his face tightly, his fingers dug deep into his skin, trying not to cry. Among the group of people were not only his father and mother, but also his son who was suffering from severe frostbite!

All the leaders present had relatives in the team below. These people knew that they had become a burden to the migration team, but they still threw themselves into this suicide attack without hesitation.

The guards on the city wall stared at the fearless wildlings below, and they could not help but feel suspicious. They really couldn't understand what kind of power drove these wildlings to fight so desperately. In one day, there were more than two thousand cold corpses in the Black Castle alone!

A sharp wind blew past, blowing away some of the smoke. Jon saw Mance Rayder standing on a distant mountaintop through the wind. He felt that there must be something deeper going on.

So Jon decided to send skinchangers to sneak into the enemy camp to find out the true situation of the wildlings. However, this was not an easy task. Because both the enemy and us had skinchangers, everyone had already taken precautions against this method. As long as they saw an animal wandering on the battlefield, they would immediately shoot it to death with an arrow.

At this moment, the barbarians below the city still launched a fierce attack on the city wall like a tide, and climbed up desperately. Although they had suffered heavy casualties, their eyes still showed their unwavering determination to face death.

Jon silently vowed to find a way to end this brutal conflict.

And on Frostfang, which is farther away from here, countless pale figures stand high on the top of the mountain. These beings that terrify the wildlings are none other than the White Walkers.

Among the group of white walkers, there was an exceptionally tall alien with a crystal clear ice crown on his head, flashing a dazzling mysterious light. There was no doubt that this was the Night King, and the ice crown was condensed from the power of the gods.

The ancient alien god's will to the Night King was to let him slaughter more innocent humans in extreme panic! As long as he could collect enough negative emotional energy, the Night King could use this powerful force to break free from his shackles and be reborn.

Strangely enough, the Night King was really unlucky. Just a year ago, when he led his people to chase the Three-Eyed Raven, he personally led his people deep into the underground caves. Unexpectedly, the hiding place of the Three-Eyed Raven suddenly exploded violently, countless huge caves collapsed instantly, and billowing flames swept in like surging waves. You know, the White Walkers are not undead creatures in the true sense. This sudden disaster caused the attacking force to be almost annihilated. Only the seriously injured Night King survived by chance, but it took more than a year for him to recover.

As hundreds of White Walkers died tragically, the wights controlled by them naturally collapsed. As a result, the situation on the front line took a sharp turn for the worse, and the wildlings took the opportunity to counterattack and successfully thwarted the White Walkers' plot to snatch the wild children. In desperation, the Night King had to order a withdrawal and returned to the extremely cold land of eternal winter to recuperate and wait for the opportunity to recharge.

Now is the time for them to come back. The Night King raised his ice spear and roared loudly. At the foot of the mountain, an endless army of wights marched in neat steps through the frozen canyon.