Tyrion smiled tightly at Jaime. "Compared with the south, catapults are extremely valuable weapons here. Besides, our king has sent Stannis quite a bit of 'fruit.'"
Ser Jaime paused. "You want me to lead men out and destroy the catapults beyond the city walls?"
Tyrion nodded solemnly and emphasized, "If we don't want Eastwatch-by-the-Sea to light up in green flames, we have to destroy them."
"Fine."
Ser Jaime gave no unnecessary words and agreed directly to Tyrion's plan, then turned to leave.
"Oh, wait."
Tyrion barely managed to grab Jaime's heavy black cloak. "Night's Watchman, I'm not finished. Are you planning to rush out there and die?"
Ser Jaime stopped. Tyrion released his cloak and grinned. "If you're eager to throw yourself into the Stranger's embrace, I have no reason to stop you."
Jaime: "..."
After a brief, slightly awkward silence, he slowly said, "Please continue, little dwarf."
Tyrion smiled with evident pleasure. "There are still several dozen mercenary riders in the city. I'll put them all under your command."
As for whether the Night's Watchmen under Jaime's command could fight on horseback, Tyrion had no need to worry. The stern Alliser Thorne trained every man of the Night's Watch as a Ranger in reserve.
[Rangers are the Night's Watch's strongest fighting force.]
Seeing Jaime nod, Tyrion continued, "Slip out through the south gate, then find a hidden place and wait until green fire rises beneath the city walls..."
Not long after Jaime left, Tyrion patted Bronn's thigh and headed toward the stairwell.
Following him, Ser Bronn spoke with rare seriousness. "Lord Tyrion, if you intend to take the field yourself, that is not a good idea."
Then his tone changed, turning lewd. "Though those big Wildlings beyond the Wall would have a hard time spotting someone as small