Sword and Magic and Taxi

Jon didn't know how many things he said, how many orders he gave, and how many wild men he killed. He only knew that when dawn came, his hands were completely paralyzed. The crooked fingers lose the ability to move, and can only slightly change their posture by biting with their teeth. Bai Ling leaned over and asked Jon to put his hands under its fur and warm them with his own body temperature. He couldn't use his hands, so Jon could only leaned down, took a bite of snow on the ground, and held it in his mouth.

"Here, Jon, have some hot wine." Sam's voice rang in his ears. Jon turned his head and spit out the residual ice in his mouth, wanting to say thank you. But his throat hurt so badly that he couldn't make a sound, so in the end he didn't say anything, just let Sam raise the flask and pour it into his mouth.

Sam's mouth and legs trembled so much, so did his hands, so a lot of warm wine spilled into Jon's neck. It’s okay, anyway, it’s been soaked in sweat, frozen, and melted again. It’s been repeated many times, and it’s okay to have more wine. "Master Yimeng is here, and he said he wants to see you."

Jon quickly wiped his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "Take me quickly. How did you... let the old man come up?"

Sam’s face wore a painful expression similar to crying, “Master Yimon said that he must come up and see the army of savages, but I can’t persuade him. His eyes are already big, and he can’t see it when it’s dark. Big."

Master Yimon stood on the base of the trebuchet, squinting his eyes and looking out. He saw Jon and smiled at him: "Come here, your hand needs to be bandaged and re-applied. I guess, you can't move it now?"

"It's okay, I can draw a bow and shoot arrows, it's okay."

"Then you have to think about it. After all, you can't just draw a bow, but also use a sword." Master Yimeng said: "Don't talk nonsense, stretch out your hand."

Jon obediently obeyed, and when he unwrapped the bandage, he felt as if his skin was about to be peeled off, and he felt a piercing pain. He looked at Master Yimeng, the old man's eyes were no longer so cloudy, but the tired look brought by age was always there. "Master Yimon, do we have a future?"

"I'm afraid I don't have any, but you must still have it. You are still young." Master Yimon took the ointment, applied it to Jon's hand, and then applied force. Dry skin and wrinkled skin continue to rub until they are hot. "As long as you are young, there is a future. Even the savages have a future."

Jon lowered his head, resisting the feeling of sobbing, "I'm sorry," he said, and wiped his eyes with his finger: "I'm sorry, I let you down."

"You did a great job. We have never been disappointed. At least I didn't, nor did Sam." The old man reached out and rubbed Jon's black hair, pulling it hard. "It's a good guy, a bunch of good guys."

"But, I brought back a girl... savage. Me and her..." Jon's throat hurts. He wanted to say love, but he couldn't.

"I can see that the two of you are in love. To me, breaking the oath is a mistake, but it is never a mistake to love each other. I have loved so many people." Master Yimon said, "Don't look at me now. I am old, but when I was young, I was also a prince, the smartest and most unrestrained one. I loved the fragrance of spring flowers, the warmth of summer, the fullness of autumn and the coldness of winter. They all love me. Now, I also love You, love this cold wall, love the people on both sides of this wall. Love is never wrong."

Jon was surprised: "On both sides of the Great Wall? Master Yimen, do you also love savages?"

Master Yimon smiled, bent over to take the bandage from Sam, and slowly wrapped it around Jon's hand: "My child, my master once told me that a person can only hear one voice in his life. , That’s the echo of your own heart. So Jon, the key is not what you hear from me, but what your heart wants to say. What you hear from me is just your heart’s voice, what do you think ?"

"I...I think..." Jon closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were full of strength and determination. "I think the savages are not our real enemies, the strange ghosts are! We certainly can't let the savages who climb the wall win, but if the strange ghosts win, then our efforts today are still in vain!"

Master Yimon bends Jon's fingers over and clenches him into a fist. "It's really a pair of young and powerful hands. The recovery is so fast." He asked Sam to stand upright. "Okay, I'm going to see the other wounded. Jon, Alisha and they are planning to use ice for the passage. Seal it up."

"No!" Jon had already figured out the key, so he said: "If all the savages are in the north, then they will all become ghouls and strange ghosts! Can't seal the gate! I would rather fight stupidly than be lazy. Death! I must go down here! Master Yimeng, you can command. You have dedicated your life to the Great Wall, and people will follow you."

"I am a bachelor who wears a necklace and swears. My duty is to serve, Jon. We bachelors give advice, not orders."

"Someone has to..."

"And you, you have to lead everyone to make a choice. Remember, Colin chose you, and Commander-in-Chief Mormont asked you to be his affairs officer. You are the child of Winterfell, Banyang Star Ke’s nephew, you are the night watchman, and the brethren believe you.” Master Yimon patted the back of Sam’s fat hand: “I only need to direct him one.”

Jon nodded, no longer hesitating. He looked outside the city wall and the savage began to retreat. Although not all, this is a good sign after all. I remember my father once said that as long as a savage starts to retreat, they will eventually retreat.

Mansred may be able to organize another offensive, but that will be the next time. This time, the night watchman won the first breath-holding match against the freedmen and got a hard-won opportunity. The night watchman was scarred, and the freedmen were even more so. Mans Reid now knows that victory cannot be won by storming the Great Wall. The advantage of numbers in the front battlefield will be completely wiped out by the tall and cold Great Wall.

So Jon knew that the next time he wanted to win, it would not be as simple as this time. The battle will not take place in the front, but elsewhere. Except for the front, the night watchman has no advantage anywhere. Even if the city gate is frozen, it still cannot change the situation, it will only let the night watchman sit and wait for death. For them, there is only one opportunity left, and this opportunity requires a gate that leads to the north.

He called the sad Eddie. "Eddie, you are the calmest of all. UU-reading www.uukanshu.com gives priority to destroying siege weapons and prioritizes attacking giants. For wild people climbing walls, use a giant ice hoe, and for the area outside the city gate, use The oil forms a fire zone. I'm going to the gate below, the Great Wall is yours!"

"Mine?" The sadness on Eddie's face was like frozen ice.

"Watch it, and hold it." Jon jumped onto the cage, rang the bell, moved the mule below, and then went down slowly. He looked down at the earth again, down at the black castle he regarded as home. He already wanted to understand that if he wanted to truly protect the Great Wall of Despair and make it an insurmountable obstacle to stop the ghosts from going south, then he must negotiate with the savages. The night watchman needs manpower, the wild man needs a safe home, and both have a common enemy: ghosts.

If you can talk, then talk, but if not? Jon clenched "Long Claw." If you can't talk, then you have to let the night watchman win, not the savage. Mans Reid organized an army, and he was the key to everything. He used to be a night watchman, understands the things on the wall, understands the night watchman's tactics and weaknesses. Get rid of him, the savages will fall apart, maybe some savages will surrender to the night watch at that time, maybe... maybe there is one in ten thousand hope that there will be a night watch who accepts their surrender and strengthens their own strength.

But Jon understood that as long as he drew his weapon, whether Mansred was dead or not, he would never see that day. (To be continued.)