The Mountain of Ice and Fire

The sky gradually brightened, and the flames on the first city wall had completely died out.

The flames on the bridge over the moat had also completely died out.

Simply pouring oil on the bridge surface and city walls couldn't sustain the fire for long.

The Night King arrived at the gate beneath the first city wall.

The city gate had been completely burned down by the fire caused by the oil.

The stone bridge over the moat, blackened by smoke and fire, led directly to the city gate of the second wall.

The second city wall was densely packed with soldiers: a forest of swords and spears.

The Night King rode his rotting horse, flanked by thirty White Walkers: two columns.

The army of wights was behind the columns of White Walkers.

Robb Stark stood on the city wall, his auburn hair turned gray from the smoke and dust, his eyes bloodshot.

The soldiers on the wall looked exhausted. They were still rotating for rest and combat.

The sky, rarely, revealed a touch of brilliant sunlight.

The sun rose, revealing a red face on the eastern hills.

In the south, the sun's rise could bring warmth, but in the North, even with the sun out and sunlight shining down, it was still cold.

"Your Majesty, the armory has refused to provide any more arrows," reported Lord Karstark of the North, his voice low.

"Your Majesty, Lord Petyr Baelish has sent word that the armory will no longer provide oil to any legion unless Your Majesty personally signs the order," Jon Snow said, approaching Robb. Jon was covered in blood, his black cloak completely torn. The hilt of his Valyrian steel sword, Longclaw, was also stained with blood.

This indicated that the supply of arrows and oil had reached its limit, and the remaining amount would be used in the final street battles.

"Then let's fight hand-to-hand!" Robb Stark said calmly.

"Your Majesty, the Night's Watch awaits your orders, we request to replace the soldiers from last night."

Robb Stark looked at the soldiers around him and issued the order: "The Night's Watch will replace the Northern legions; the Clegane legion will replace the Southern army and Free Folk warriors. Giant chieftain Mag the Mighty will lead the giants to defend the city gate, and Rattleshirt will replace Tormund Giantsbane to assist the giant Mag in guarding the city gate."

The messenger quickly relayed the orders, and the Northern legions, Southern army, and Free Folk legions who had defended the city last night withdrew to rest, while the Night's Watch and the Clegane legion quickly ascended the city walls.

"Your Majesty, you should also go down and rest," Jon Snow said, "You have been holding the city walls for two days and two nights."

Robb Stark looked at Jon Snow: "Walk with me, brother!"

Robb and Jon went to a corner, surrounded by the King's bodyguards. Robb said in a low voice, "Jon, if I fall in battle, you are my heir."

Jon Snow was stunned.

He never dreamed that Robb would pass the position of King in the North to him!

He wasn't a Stark, he was a Targaryen.

"Don't think too much, I've already written my will, just in case."

"Robb, I am a member of the Night's Watch."

"Jon, Sansa is already in the Westerlands, as one of the conditions for the exchange with the Mountain, she will marry a nobleman designated by the Mountain; Bran is no longer the Bran he used to be, he is a Green seer, the Three-Eyed Raven, he no longer cares about the Stark family; and Arya's whereabouts are unknown, there is no news of her, our Rickon Stark is dead..."

"Robb, there's also Father..."

"Father would have been King in the North long ago if he wanted to, but it didn't fall to me. Deep down, Father opposed the independence of the North, it was just that the Northern vassals united in the Riverlands to declare the North independent and crowned me as king. At that time, the vassals were impassioned, and the Northern army faced severe tests. In order to stabilize the morale of the army and win the victory of the war, the situation forced Father to not deny the vassals' loyalty to the Stark family. But in his heart, he always believed that Stannis Baratheon was the true king."

"Stannis is dead."

"Yes, then according to the law, Shireen Baratheon is the legitimate heir."

"Shireen Baratheon is also dead."

"That's something that happened recently. In Father's heart, he has always been loyal to Robert Baratheon's family as the orthodox royal power, and he is not enthusiastic about the independence of the North. He himself is unwilling to be called king."

"............"

Jon was speechless.

Father Eddard was loyal to the Baratheon family, but the Baratheon family no longer had an heir. Shireen Baratheon and the legitimate bastard Edric Storm had both died in the great fire in Shipbreaker Bay. The Baratheon dynasty no longer existed.

Then why was there still a hurdle in his heart that he couldn't overcome?

His son Robb had already declared himself king and independent, but his father Eddard still retained another idea in his heart. However, in any case, Eddard could not stay out of it.

"Remember, brother Jon, if I am unfortunately killed in battle, you will be the Lord of the North." Robb patted Jon's shoulder, left the speechless Jon behind, and strode back to his king's position, which was a stone platform higher than the other positions, on the right side of the city wall above the city gate.

Below the city wall, the wights were running wildly along the stone bridge of the moat.

Robb Stark drew his longsword: "Brave warriors, this is the second city wall, and the last one. We have no more oil, no more arrows, all the army has, is only to die in battle, and not to retreat."

"Only die in battle, never retreat!" The soldiers roared together.

A new day began, and a new battle began.

Eddard Stark, wearing a gray and white cloak, came to Robb's side: "Your Majesty, you should go down and rest for a while, leave this to me and Jon."

"No, Father, I already slept on the city wall last night." Robb raised his longsword: "Prepare the rolling stones!"

Outside Winterfell was an ice field, and there were not many stones, and correspondingly, there were not many rolling stones.

After two days and two nights, all kinds of military supplies were running low! The ballistae also had no stone bullets to use, the oil barrels and oil were basically used up, and only a few barrels were left. The arrows were basically shot out, and the remaining thousands of arrows were also used for street fighting after the city was broken.

Bang!

A loud noise came from under the city wall.

The oak door with iron skin emitted a loud noise.

A flying spear pierced the door panel, the spearhead with a faint silver light, it was an ice spear. Wood chips flew, causing several soldiers behind the door to cover their eyes.

"Hold on!" Giant King Mag roared, waving a large wooden club. His body was as tall as the city gate. Looking at him, if he jumped up, he could reach out and grab the battlements of the city wall and flip over.

There were not many giant warriors left, their mammoths were basically dead in battle, more than a dozen giant warriors held huge wooden clubs and lined up behind the city gate, waiting for the White Walkers to break through the city gate... Rattleshirt led his Free Folk warriors lined up between the giants, they looked like a group of Lilliputian dwarfs compared to the bodies of the giants.

Ping ping bang bang!

The oak door was attacked frantically.

Countless knives, guns, hammers and stones bombarded the oak door, this heavy oak door seemed unable to support it for long before collapsing...

Harma issued an order, more and more Free Folk warriors gathered behind the city gate, densely packed, they built a thick wall of people at the city gate, knives and guns erected, shields raised, people crowded together, everyone breathing heavily, their faces cold and hard, their eyes condensed, each of them was a true warrior...

The Night King, riding his rotting horse, issued an order, a large number of wights jumped off the stone bridge and into the moat.

The frozen moat was as hard as land... Under the outer city wall, in the staghorn array, a large number of wights pierced on the staghorns floated up, crossed the first city wall, and fell on the second city wall with pu pu pu pu, quickly piled up high, countless wights piled one after another, just like a rising ant colony, they leaned against the walls, rapidly rising...

An ant colony, two ant colonies, three ant colonies, many ant colonies piled up and rose under the moat... The second city wall of Winterfell was not too high...

With a loud bang, the North Gate, which was the first to bear the brunt, was broken by the wights and collapsed backward. Behind the city gate, the giants appeared, their large wooden clubs raised high. Giant King Mag was the first to rush out, sweeping the large wooden club horizontally downward, and the dense wights scattered and collided like bullets... Soon, the large wooden club cleared the wights at the gate, but on the stone bridge, more wights surged up like a tide...

The wights would never retreat! Only to be burned to ashes or smashed into fragments...

The giants and Free Folk warriors would never retreat either, they had no way to retreat, either victory or death...

The most fierce and cruel battle unfolded at the city gate, a short sword pierced into the calf of the giant leader Mag, then the second, the third, the fourth, Mag roared, the large wooden club swept wildly, the wights flew up one after another, like an ant colony blown away... Giant leader Mag advanced step by step, quickly rushed to the stone bridge of the moat, a large wooden club swept the dense wights on the bridge, knocking them down... He was covered in blood...

The giants behind Mag rushed out of the city gate and onto the stone bridge one after another, and the Free Folk warriors followed and rushed onto the stone bridge, and leader Harma also rushed out of the city gate...

The giants and Free Folk warriors kept knocking the wights off the bridge, they shouted and launched a charge, driving the wights like a tide to the middle of the stone bridge... Countless wights fell from the stone bridge into the moat...

On the opposite bridgehead of the stone bridge, the Night King stood in the middle riding his rotting horse, from both sides of him, endless wight soldiers diverted forward and continued to pounce, on the short stone bridge, a bloody melee unfolded...

The Night King raised the ice spear, he had already thrown one, the first one pierced the oak city gate and opened today's battle... The second ice spear whistled out, and with a pu sound, it hit the chest of the giant leader Mag...

Mag staggered back, roaring, the cold quickly froze his whole body from the injured area, giant leader Mag shook a few times, fell down, fell off the stone bridge, and smashed on the hard ice of the moat with a bang, densely packed wights pounced on it, and soon, completely submerged him...

Pu pu pu!

The Night King threw three more ice spears in succession, the ice spears pierced the bodies of three giants, causing them to either fall off the bridge or kneel on the bridge surface, the wights took the opportunity to attack forward, seized the middle of the stone bridge, the giants and Free Folk warriors could not resist, and kept retreating...

In the moat, giant leader Mag resurrected, he stood up with a body of blood, his two eyes turned ice blue, he stretched out his hands and grabbed the edge of the stone bridge, using his arms, he climbed onto the stone bridge... Stepping forward, he kicked away several wights with each step...

Wight Mag came to the bridgehead, facing the gate, opposite him, stood two giant warriors, raised their large wooden clubs at him... Wight Mag did not stop moving forward, he moved forward step by step, clenching his fists, staring at his former subordinates...

Two large wooden clubs whistled from left and right, Mag leaned to the side, let go of one wooden club, he stretched out his hands, grabbed the other wooden club, and pulled hard, the giant warrior let go of his hand. Wight Mag seized the wooden club, raised it high, and smashed it down at the head of his former subordinates... With a loud bang, the two wooden clubs collided together, with a click, the wooden clubs broke at the same time... A giant rushed over, bent over and hugged Mag's waist, the inertia of the forward rush caused the two giants to fall together, crushing several wights...

A loud noise came from the stone bridge, the stone bridge vibrated, almost breaking...

The Night King made a strange sound, the eyes of the other three dead giants opened, turned azure blue, they slowly stood up, picked up the large wooden clubs, and walked towards the city gate...

On the city wall, the first wight climbed up, he was beheaded by Jon Snow, when the wight fell, the second, the third, the fourth wight climbed onto the city wall...

*

The last batch of oil and rockets were quickly delivered, target: the giant wight at the city gate.

*

A rocket hit the wight Mag, several oil barrels hit the top of the city gate through the ballistae, the oil poured down, and a fire broke out, however, Mag, covered in flames, had rushed through the city gate and entered the city, the large wooden club raised in his hand, swept, no one could stop him...

One by one, the wights crossed the city gate, they attacked the warrior phalanx at the city gate with a swift attack, they were vulnerable, but more wights poured into the city continuously, before burning and falling to the ground, they waved their weapons and attacked wildly...

When the giant wight Mag fell and became a pile of raging flames, the north gate of the second city wall fell... Wights poured into the city continuously...

On the city wall, more wights climbed onto the city wall, one was砍倒, and two came up...

*

At the entrance to the underground passage of Winterfell's main castle, Jaime led a centurion standing at the entrance, behind him were iron gates, and several passages leading to several huge basements underground. In those basements, hid the citizens of the whole city - mainly women and children. At the entrance of each basement, iron gates were also built, and a fully armed centurion was stationed.

The news of the fall of the city gate had spread, and several breaches had already appeared on the long city wall, and wights were pouring into the city continuously through the city gate and the breaches opened on the city wall, and close-quarters melee combat was spreading to all parts of the inner city.

A man in black ran quickly towards the entrance of the basement passage where the people were hiding, other basement passage entrances were also guarded by a centurion, without military orders, no one could enter.

This black-clothed man running towards the underground passage guarded by Jaime has blond hair, blue eyes, and handsome features, and is Lancel Lannister.

"We can't stop the wight's attack, the several sections of the city wall guarded by the Clegane army have been captured by the wights, and the city gate has also been occupied by the wights. Jaime, let me into the underground."

"There are only Night's Watchmen who die in battle, no Night's Watchmen who run!"

With a clang, Jaime drew his longsword.

"Jaime, I am a Lannister."

"You are a member of the Night's Watch, and your brothers are out there fighting."

"Jaime, my cousin, I beg you to let me in. I don't want to become a wight."

"Get out there and keep fighting!" Jaime's words were as cold as a blade.

Lancel stared at Jaime's bearded face and suddenly laughed, a loud laugh: "Jaime, do you know who killed your father?"

"The Brotherhood Without Banners!"

"Haha, the Brotherhood Without Banners. That's a rumor spread by the Mountain. Tywin was killed by the Mountain. Why isn't the Mountain here now? He wants us all to be killed by the White Walkers. Jaime, never trust the Mountain, and don't obey the Mountain's orders. Let me in. I am your brother."

"Get out!" Jaime's sword moved, pointing vaguely at Lancel's throat.

"At the Trident, Duke Tywin was ambushed by the Mountain leading the Crab Claw Peninsula cavalry. The Mountain killed everyone, and he handed over the warhorses, armor, and weapons to the Brotherhood Without Banners, who arrived later. The Brotherhood Without Banners threw all the bodies into the flooded Trident, and then headed north. Thus, Duke Tywin and his retinue's warhorses, weapons, and armor were in the hands of the Brotherhood Without Banners, becoming evidence of murder."

"Lancel, you either go out and fight, or you die right now!" Jaime's voice was as cold as ice.

"Jaime, the Mountain killed your father and also killed my father, you fool. Look at what you've got, a cripple. Let me in quickly, we are Lannisters."

Jaime's eyes flashed, and the longsword in his hand stabbed fiercely into Lancel's throat...