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One after another, sharp spears ruthlessly pierced the mammoths' hard and thick fur. They howled in pain and their huge bodies fell to the ground with a bang.

Countless brave soldiers rushed forward without hesitation, the ferocious ice wolves were beheaded, and the giant bears were stabbed into a hornet's nest by spears. The soldiers raised their swords high in their hands and chopped hard, chopping these behemoths into a pile of minced meat.

Stannis calmly commanded his army and advanced in an orderly manner. The archers bent their bows and shot arrows, providing powerful firepower support for the friendly army; the infantry held their shields and spears tightly, and formed a solid defense line like a rock. The wildlings who were fleeing were stopped one after another, and then driven back to the direction of the Great Wall.

Jon was deeply impressed by the fighting quality of Stannis' army, so he personally led a team of elite rangers, rushing in from the flank like a gust of wind, and rushed straight to the rear of the wildling army. They held sharp swords and danced nimbly, like a violent whirlwind sweeping past, turning the wildlings' neat formation upside down in the blink of an eye, and quickly surrounded Mance Rayder's tent.

At this time, Stannis had just successfully wiped out the ferocious beasts, and then he led his troops to this place, forming a siege with Jon's team. Although some wildlings still tried to resist, all their struggles became futile under the tacit joint attack of Jon and Stannis. In the end, these wildlings who resisted stubbornly were ruthlessly nailed to death on the cold land.

Jon cried out, "Mance Rayder! There is no escape for you. Surrender now!"

Hearing this, Mance Rayder walked out of the tent with a pale face and a gloomy expression. He stared at Jon with wide eyes and said with deep emotion: "My boy, I never expected you to grow so fast. What surprised me even more is that those noble lords who have been pampered in the south are willing to join this cruel battle. The free people have paid too much blood, and there should be no more unnecessary killing." After that, he threw the weapon in his hand to his feet, indicating that he gave up resistance.

Stannis walked towards him with a flaming sword in hand, his steps steady and majestic, like a god descending to earth. Melisandre followed closely behind him, walked to Stannis, and gently took the flaming sword. She waved her hand, and the flames went out instantly, as if suppressed by an invisible force.

Stannis walked towards Mance Rayder fearlessly, with only his goal in mind, seemingly ignoring the wildlings around him who were watching him. He stopped in front of Mance Rayder, stood up straight, and said loudly: "You are the one who calls himself the King-Beyond-the-Wall, but do you know who is standing before you?"

Mance Rayder looked helpless: "Should I know?"

At this time, Davos turned to the surrendered wildlings and shouted in a loud voice: "The one standing before you is His Majesty Stannis I of the Baratheon family! He is not only the well-deserved king of the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros, but also the only legitimate monarch of this land!"

Mance Rayder raised his lips slightly when he heard this, revealing a sneer of disdain: "But this is not the territory of the Seven Kingdoms. Besides, you are dressed so lightly, don't you feel cold?"

Stannis remained calm and continued, "According to custom, when you surrender to the king, you must kneel and bow."

Mance Rayder shook his head decisively. "We are proud free folk, and we are not born to know how to kneel."

Stannis: "You have already lost. I can capture at least a few thousand more prisoners before nightfall. We have come a long way and have no place to stay or food to give them. If they refuse to kneel, they will no longer be prisoners. What do you think I should do with them?"

Mance Rayder: "We never kneel."

Stannis sneered, turned around slowly, and stared into the distance with indifference. Davos, who was standing aside, sighed helplessly, and then gave an order: "Bring them here and execute them here."

Soon, groups of terrified wildlings were roughly dragged by the soldiers and came to Mance Rayder. The soldiers drew their sharp weapons without hesitation and ruthlessly chopped at the necks of the wildlings. In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and heads rolled to the ground. The scene was horrible.

Mance Rayder's eyelids twitched violently, but he gritted his teeth and remained stubbornly silent, refusing to surrender to the enemy. Seeing this, Davos waved his hand behind him, signaling more wildlings to be escorted up.

"Kill!" With this cold command, a new round of massacre began. Fifty savages were killed again, their bodies piled up like a mountain, and their blood dyed the whole land red. However, this bloody killing did not stop. The third team, the fourth team... batch after batch of savages were sent to the execution ground like lambs to be slaughtered, and none of them were spared.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people sick. But Mance Rayder kept his eyes closed, suppressing his grief and anger. He knew he couldn't stop it, but he was not willing to surrender in a humiliating way. Until the fifth group of people came up, Mance Rayder finally couldn't bear the pressure. He seemed to feel Stannis's unwavering determination, or perhaps because he couldn't bear the extreme torment and torture in his heart. Mance Rayder suddenly shouted: "Stop! Let your people stop." Before he finished speaking, he knelt on his knees, his forehead pressed tightly against the cold and hard ground.

Hearing this, Stannis, who had been facing away from the crowd, slowly turned around and stared at the once arrogant King-Beyond-the-Wall. After a moment of silence, Stannis said, "I have come all the way here not to kill you all. I hope you will remember that the life and death of all of you depends on the king's will. Now, take these people away."

With Mance Rayder's surrender, the wildlings who were trapped in the encirclement also laid down their weapons and stopped their futile resistance. At the same time, those wildlings who were struggling to hold on outside saw that the situation was hopeless and could no longer hold on. In an instant, the entire battlefield fell into chaos, and the wildlings retreated like a tide, trying to escape from this bloody land. However, how could the cavalry and the Night's Watch, who had been waiting for a long time, let go of this group of defeated enemies easily? They quickly launched a pursuit, not giving the enemy any chance to breathe. After a fierce battle, the Night's Watch and the cavalry once again made a lot of gains, and then escorted a large number of prisoners back in triumph.