Forward! Forward! Forward!
The resounding military song echoed across the scarred lands of the Riverlands, driving away some of the despair that hung over this ravaged land.
The beasts that had come out to forage kept far away. Only a flock of crows followed behind, having caught the scent of rotting flesh.
The Mountain's corpse had already been preserved with lime. His internal organs had even been specially removed, and he had been bled dry.
As the weather turned colder, this would keep the body intact for quite some time.
Martin had men build a horse-drawn cross, and his enormous body was nailed to it.
This cruel devil was the most important trophy of the battle. From afar, some civilians could be seen watching.
The soldiers did not even need to explain anything; the Mountain's massive body was enough for people to recognize him.
Jon's army marched and sang as they traveled, soon returning to the Northern army's main camp. Naturally, the song reached Roose Bolton's ears from a great distance away.
His bloodless white face darkened as if frost were about to form upon it.
As commander-in-chief, he now had to accept the fact that Jon's prestige far exceeded his own. He even had to personally congratulate Jon and his army. It was like eating shit and having to smile while doing it.
Meanwhile, a group of nobles from the army had already gone ahead to welcome Jon.
The most excited among them were naturally Meiqi Saiwen and Harrion. The two galloped wildly through the camp, leaving their attendants struggling to keep up.
When Harrion saw the abnormally huge body nailed to the cross, he immediately recognized the man who had left such a terrifying impression on him.
At the battle of the Green Fork, the Mountain and his