iron throne of ice and fire

Chapter 602: Bitter Cold Wind 4
The war cry tore through the night sky, causing the snow on the tower to fall down.

On the city wall, the sound of bowstrings vibrating continued, and the arrows of Kleber's longbowmen were like a black rainstorm, pouring down wave after wave towards the barbarians below the city.

The shield wrapped in animal skin was densely packed with arrows, like a giant hedgehog.

The savages who were hit by arrows fell down one after another, but some of them, even with several arrows stuck in their bodies, still waved their weapons and roared as they ran forward.

"shoot!"

With each order from the commander, the Kleber longbow archers above kept repeating the same thing—nocking the arrow, pulling the string, and shooting.

With each round of arrows raining down, a large number of people would fall down below, but the barbarians attacking the city seemed to have completely forgotten their fear.

The corpses piled higher and higher under the city wall, gradually forming a slope made of flesh and blood.

The fearless savages braved the rain of arrows and erected ladders wrapped in animal skins, pressing them tightly against the city wall. The savages behind them began to climb up with strange cries.

"push!!"

On the city wall, the roar of Sir Wager, a centurion of Crabbe, tore through the noise of the battlefield.

As he roared, a ladder collapsed with a loud bang, and a dozen savages who were climbing the ladder fell heavily with screams, and blood splattered.

"pour oil!!"

Responses rang out one after another, boiling black oil poured down the ladders, screams broke out below, and the wave-like attack suddenly became chaotic and stagnant.

Before the soldiers defending the city could catch their breath, a huge fireball thrown by a catapult outside the city wall streaked through the night sky and slammed heavily onto the city wall.

The burning asphalt splattered everywhere, and the soldiers who were unable to dodge let out heart-wrenching screams.

……

boom---

The asphalt cans thrown by the catapult made a loud noise, and Tyrion, who had just climbed up the tower, couldn't help but bend down subconsciously.

Then, with a natural and serious look, he climbed up the parapet and looked down at the battlefield below.

Sir James, Sir Gerrit and others stood separately and looked over, their eyes becoming solemn.

Grasping the stone of the parapet with one hand, Tyrion raised his feet slightly and observed carefully with his black and green eyes.

After a pause, he turned his head and suddenly said, "Sir Gerrit, how much boiling oil do we have left?"

"Lord Tyrion, there are a hundred jars in all."

Hearing Grete's answer, Tyrion frowned slightly: "Including..."

He pointed down: "...the consumed boiling oil?"

Sir Gerrit nodded. "Yes, the boiling oil is just a reserve according to Crab's military regulations. Our ships are mainly used to transport dragon crystal weapons and food, as well as..."

He glanced warily at James and other night watchmen standing on the other side, moved a little closer, and lowered his voice: "Fruit."

Hearing this, Tyrion raised an eyebrow at Gerrit.

boom---

The asphalt tank thrown by the catapult exploded not far away. This time... the little devil stood straight with an unchanged expression and did not move.

After a pause, Tyrion turned around and glanced at everyone. "It is clear that the attackers tonight were not only Stannis's wildlings from beyond the Wall, but also the soldiers he brought from Dragonstone."

He grinned and said jokingly, "As far as I know, the wildlings outside the Great Wall don't know how to operate siege toys like trebuchets."

There was a pause, and as the crowd did not laugh as expected, Tyrion coughed lightly to cover up his slight embarrassment.

Tyrion put his hands behind his back and rolled his eyes. He looked at everyone again: "Why did Stannis suddenly attack us? Is he crazy? Doesn't he know the consequences of doing so?"

Without waiting for anyone's response, he nodded to himself: "Yes, he is crazy, at least he is crazy tonight."

"So, what could his purpose be?"

After asking the question, Tyrion casually pointed to Jaime standing in front and said, "Night's Watchman, answer me."

The dwarf was so arrogant that Ser Jaime suddenly wanted to beat him up. After all, this was a battlefield, and for various personal reasons, he held back: "He wants to monopolize the Wall."

Then, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out a voice to add: "Adjutant, don't forget that you are also a Night's Watchman, and the affairs officer of the Night's Watch Commander-in-Chief (Chapter 419)."

Looking at Jaime, Tyrion grinned: "Yes, you and your people are also under my charge."

James: "..."

Ser Bronn raised his head to admire the dark night sky, and he suppressed the smile on his face. After all... Ser Jaime was a generous lord.

"Enough of the small talk."

Tyrion's smile faded. "The king and queen have only just been crowned, and Stannis knows that they will not be able to send an expeditionary force to the edge of the world any time soon."

"Whatever Stannis's ultimate purpose may be, one thing is clear: he will destroy us tonight."

Tyrion held up two short fingers and said, "We only have two choices left. Either we escape by ship, or..."

His gaze turned to the blue robes who were already ignited with anger, and Sir Grete shouted angrily: "Cleber will never retreat!"

Tyrion smiled. "Yes, or die fighting."

He changed his tone and interrupted Gerrit who was about to speak: "Yes, everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knows that the blue cloaks are unmatched. However, Stannis has 100,000 wildlings. We may be able to defeat them tonight. But, brave sir, if Stannis comes with more troops tomorrow morning, can you promise to defend Eastwatch for His Majesty Green?"

Tyrion smiled at the stiff Ser Gerrit. "If my guess is correct, you and I will be famous in the Seven Kingdoms. Because, Lord Green has swept across the Seven Kingdoms and won every battle, and you and I will soon give him his first defeat. Well, if his majesty is pleased, he might even put our heads together for admiration."

He stared at Gerrit: "Sir, follow my orders and move all the 'fruits' in the warehouse to the city wall."

Sir Grit's mind was in a mess. He glanced at James and said hesitantly, "Sir, to mobilize those things, you need the order of Steward Leighton."

Tyrion shrugged. "Unfortunately, he is not here. He and Ser Humphrey are on the ship heading south."

He raised his arm, his palm barely reaching the tip of Grit's head, and patted it: "I said, I have the final say here now, please do not disobey my orders."

After a pause, Ser Gerrit straightened his chest, patted his chest with his fist, and said loudly, "As you command, Lord Tyrion."

After saying this, he strode away with the men in blue robes.

After watching them leave, Tyrion turned his gaze to the expressionless Jaime: "This Night's Watchman..."

Ser Jaime interrupted with a sneer. "Master Tyrion, you may call me by my name."

The smile on Tyrion's face remained unchanged. Since Jaime arrived at the Wall, most of the Night's Watch unexpectedly loved Jaime, and it can be said that he was very popular.

The Night's Watch today is not the Night's Watch that represented the highest glory of the Seven Kingdoms in history. They are mainly criminals and are just Night's Watchers abandoned on the edge of the world.

Here, only the strong will be respected.

The regicide who stabbed the Mad King to death...

After bloodbathing the cathedral, the godslayer chopped off the head of the archbishop...

Moreover, he slept with the queen!
It can be said that this is no surprise, because... Jaime is simply the most perfect Night's Watchman in the eyes of the Night's Watch.

however.

Lord Commander Mormont and Master Alliser do not like Jaime.

When Lancel and other monks clashed with Stannis's men, Old Bear used this as an excuse to send Jaime and Lancel to Eastwatch-by-the-Sea, the easternmost part of the Wall.

What made Old Bear feel a little distressed was that dozens of Night's Watchmen took the initiative to follow Jaime and go to Eastwatch to garrison.

……

Tyrion spread his hands. "Well, Jaime, I need a cavalry commander."

Ser Jaime's frown relaxed slightly. "I am willing to lead the cavalry, but first tell me your battle plan for the Night's Watch."

Tyrion jumped down, then walked to Jaime, looked up at him, and spoke slowly: "There are more than a hundred northern war horses in the stable. I need a cavalry team, my cavalry commander."

Jaime stared at Tyrion for a moment, then asked, "And then?"

(End of this chapter)