The temporarily formed Assault Team took shape quickly.
There was no unnecessary declaration of loyalty, James just turned around and glanced at the dozens of blood-stained faces behind him.
Hake, Wol, and those Bolton Cavalry whose names I didn't even have time to ask.
No one backed down.
"Let's go!"
James pinched the horse's belly and rushed out first.
More than a dozen cavalry followed closely behind and drove straight into the camp behind the savages.
However, the savage's reaction was faster than expected.
Mance Rayder on the high ground had a clear view of the entire battle situation. A moment later, the wooden gate on the south side of the camp opened with a bang, and a group of elite savages armed with spears filed out.
The leader is none other than Mance Rayder's right-hand man, Tormund, known as "Giants-Slayer"!
Nearly two hundred spearmen quickly spread out in the open area on the south side of the camp, forming a semicircular encirclement and waiting in full formation.
Soon, the two sides collided head-on.
Boom!!!
James was the first to rush into the enemy formation, Longsword split the spear shaft that was thrust at him.
Hake and Bolton Cavalry followed closely behind, forming a wedge formation and inserting themselves into the savage formation, instantly tearing a hole open.
But there are too many enemies.
Two hundred spearmen versus a dozen light armored cavalry were like hunting.
Under the thrusts of countless spears, Bolton Cavalry fell one after another.
However, they did not show any fear. The secretion of adrenaline made these guys fearless of death!
A cavalryman was knocked off his horse by a spear. Instead, he hugged the savage's legs tightly and screamed, "Step over me!"
The companion behind him did not hesitate, the horse's hoof ran over his back, and continued to rush forward.
The same thing happens almost every moment.
But James had no time to pay attention, because the sword in his hand couldn't stop at all, and he swung it wildly at the surrounding enemies.
Hake also kept roaring, "Send James Ser over! Give me the fucking top!!!"
No one answered.
But the Bolton Cavalrys responded with practical actions. They used their flesh and blood to open a passage for James, risking their own lives in exchange for him taking just one step forward.
Finally, when the last savage blocking the road was split open by Hake with an axe, James broke out of the encirclement.
At this time, he was finally able to look back and saw that of the dozen or so riders who had set off, only four people were still following him.
Even the figure of Hake is no longer visible.
Obviously, the timid but crazy Captain Bolton Cavalry had fallen on the road to the previous charge.
Lift your head.
In front of them, hundreds of pairs of eyes in the wildling camp were staring at them, and the densely packed heads alone surrounded the road between Jaime and Mance Rayder.
"Continue...
James held the Longsword with his left hand, which had already been cut with the curling blade. He let out a mouthful of water mist and shouted in a low voice, "Charge!"
On the other side, Stannis watched with his own eyes as Jaime Lannister led more than a dozen riders into the high ground.
That guy... is going to be beheaded?
What a joke.
For hundreds of years, only one person has been able to truly capture the heads of enemy generals from thousands of troops on the battlefield, and that is Barristan Selmy.
But that is also based on the small difference in the number of people between the two sides.
"Davos Ser!" Without any hesitation, he immediately shouted loudly and pointed in the direction of James and others.
"Take twenty people and help the regicide!"
Davos didn't even say a word of nonsense, he turned his horse's head and raised Longsword.
"Follow me!"
Soon, twenty House Stag Heavy Cavalry followed closely behind, and together with Davos, they broke into the wildling interception force from the flank.
Davos's swordsmanship is not top-notch, but as a smuggler, he always has a keen sense of smell and knows how to achieve his goals at the minimum cost.
"Spread out! Spread out! Don't fight!"
"Rush out and tear a passage for that Lannister!"
House of the Stag The knights immediately dispersed and attacked the barbarian front from different directions.
They don't pursue killing, they just cause chaos in the savage camp.
At the same time, on another hill, a Black Cloak Ranger Squad was overlooking everything.
They were the same team that had been ordered to lure the wild cavalry away from the main army.
More than twenty people were all injured.
"By the Seven, that Lannister is so damn exciting!"
A young ranger couldn't help but sigh, his eyes fixed on the figure dashing left and right in the enemy formation.
"Simply more powerful than when "Broken Hand" and "Colin" were alive!"
"Isn't that right? I remember when that guy first came to Castle Black, he couldn't even beat me."
"Fuck you, Cole, when did you ever beat him?"
"With him and Stannis here, Wildlings Army will definitely be severely damaged this time. We can at least survive for a few more months."
"That's right...
The few people were talking to each other, but they had no intention of joining the war.
After all, these people were given away for free.
However, at this moment, Acting Chief Ranger Blackjack Bulway stood up.
"A bunch of idiots."
The rangers beside him looked at each other, wondering what he was going to do, and cautiously asked, "Captain?"
Blackjack didn't answer.
He simply got on his horse and raised Night's Watch Black Banner.
"It is our mission to protect the Wall, not his!"
"Ranger! Come at me!"
More than twenty Black Cloak men crashed into Tormund's spear formation from the flank.
Their impact power is far inferior to that of the heavy armored cavalry, but the appearance of First Men has greatly relieved the pressure on the others.
There is no other reason. After all, the savages and Night's Watch have been fighting each other for thousands of years, and their hatred for each other has almost been engraved in their bones.
Black Jack's sword slashed across the neck of a spearman, and blood sprayed on his black cloak.
There was no time to hesitate, because he saw in front of him that Jaime's horse had been forced to stop, and the one-armed Lannister was jumping off the horse, holding a sword in his left hand and frantically attacking the spear points thrust from all directions.
"Make a way for him!"
Their combat effectiveness is not top-notch, nor is their equipment sophisticated, because the Wall and Night's Watch have not been the most elite troops in the Seven Kingdoms since very early on, and are almost composed of rapists, illegitimate children and the like.
But these guys have a quality that no regular army has.
They have nowhere to retreat.
The Wall is their cage, but it is also the last line of defense.
When the savages broke into the Wall, they were the first to die.
So after Black Jack Bulway rushed down, the twenty or so rangers also rushed down.
Davos Seaworth was the first to notice the black flag.
He rushed left and right in the savage formation, saw the black flag swooping down from the hills, and immediately understood Black Jack's intention.
"Move closer to Night's Watch! Let them in!"
Davos turned his horse's head and took the lead in rushing towards the black flag.
Twenty House of the Stag knights followed closely behind, their horse hooves crushing the frozen soil and tearing a new hole in the savage formation.
Blackjack saw him too.
The two veterans' eyes met in the air, without words, but they both understood each other's intentions.
"Rangers! Move closer to the flag of House of the Stag!" Black Jack shouted, waving his sword.
The two teams were like two streams, merging into the same battlefield from different directions.
The moment they collided, a huge gap was opened in the Savage formation, and they finally broke through and came to James and several Bolton Cavalry!
At this time, a Bolton Cavalry happened to have his right leg pierced by a spear and fell off his horse.
House of the Stag Knight passed by him, immediately leaned over and grabbed his collar, dragging him behind the shield wall.
A Night's Watch ranger was hit by an arrow and rolled off his horse. The Bolton next to him raised his shield to block the incoming spear without saying a word, and roared, "Stand up! Quick!"
That Night's Watch gritted his teeth, broke the arrow shaft, gripped the sword again, and stood up staggeringly.
No one asked who the other party was, no one asked which family the other party was loyal to, no one asked whether the other party was from the south or the north.
On the battlefield, the Flayed Man flags, Stag Banner, and Night's Watch Black Banner were flying side by side in the wind and snow.
Three flags, three colors, three camps that should be unrelated to each other.
At this moment, they are fighting side by side in the same night sky, like some ancient and solemn covenant.
Bolton Cavalry fell, House of the Stag knight stepped in.
Night's Watch was hit by an arrow, and the Bolton people next to him dragged him behind a shield.
Some people are shouting "For the North", some are shouting "For the Stormlands", and some are shouting "For Night's Watch".
They have different slogans, but they all have the same goal!
Behind, Hake climbed out of the pile of dead people out of nowhere.
His helmet was missing, and there was a slash on his face from his forehead to his chin. The skin and flesh were turned out, revealing his white bones.
But he was still laughing, laughing and slashing people, and slashing people and laughing at the same time, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
Wol followed him. Several of his ribs had been broken before, but his hand holding the sword was as steady as a rock.
James didn't look back, but he could hear what happened next from the movement.
He just kept moving forward.
The Highlands... not far away!
Mance Rayder's figure became clearer and clearer, his face flickering in the firelight.
James saw him turn around and draw his sword, and commanded the last few personal guards to step forward to block him with their shields.
The "King Beyond the Wall" was younger than he thought, in his early forties. His face did not have the tattoos or scars common among savages, and instead looked more like a southerner.
People of Westeros.
His eyes were gray, staring intently at James. There was fear, anger, and a hint of indescribable emotion in them.
Maybe it's confusion.
I was confused as to how a cripple with a broken right hand could break through the defense line of thousands of people and get in front of him.
However, James' footsteps did not stop.
He stepped forward crazily with his sword in hand, and the battle of Whispering Wood suddenly flashed in his mind.
The sun was very bright that day. He led Kingsguard straight towards Robb Stark's flag, and saw the young man right in front of him.
Most recently, he was only... five or ten steps away from Robb Stark?
James can't remember clearly.
But he remembered that he clearly saw the face of that the North boy, and he just needed to give him a few more moments to breathe.
Then, his horse was pierced by a spear, fell off the horse and was captured.
That distance of less than ten steps became the biggest regret in his life.
Not because he was captured, but because he failed to complete the task.
If he had rushed over, if his sword had pierced the boy's chest, everything would have been different.
No.
Maybe everything is still the same.
But at least he won't think about that damn defeat over and over every sleepless night.
James didn't know why he thought of Whispering Wood at this time.
Maybe it's too similar.
He is also attacking the enemy general from among thousands of troops, and everyone is trying to clear the way for him.
The difference is that this time his right hand is gone.
History will not repeat itself.
But fate gives people second chances.
James accelerated suddenly.
The timing of his final acceleration was perfect. Just before Mance Rayder's personal guards raised their shields and closed them, he squeezed through the gap that was not completely closed.
A bodyguard raised a spear to stab him, James sidestepped to avoid it, Left-hand sword slashed horizontally, and the spear shaft broke into two pieces.
Another guard raised his sword and slashed down. James did not dodge or dodge. The tip of the sword lifted the opponent's blade from bottom to top and stabbed into his throat.
Two guards fell.
There are two more.
However, Jaime has lost interest in them because he saw Mance Rayder.
The "King Beyond the Wall" stood there, holding a slender Longsword in his hand, the sword reflecting the light of the torch.
But James saw the emotion flickering deep in those gray eyes.
He has seen this emotion before.
During the Battle of the Whispering Wood, Robb Stark had the same thing in his eyes.
That is the fear of the sheep towards Lion!
Whispering Wood That day, his sword failed to touch Robb Stark.
But this time, no one could stop him.
Poof!
Obviously, the King Beyond the Wall's swordsmanship is not outstanding, and is even a bit clumsy.
The blade of the sword slashed across the throat.
Mance Rayder's eyes suddenly widened, his gray pupils reflected James' face, and he covered his throat with his hands, trying to stop the blood from gushing out.
"You...
He opened his mouth and uttered only this word.
Then his body fell forward, his face buried in the snow and never moved again.
Mance Rayder, "King Beyond the Wall," is dead.
James jumped off his horse and stood next to the body, gasping for air.
The cold and biting air rushed into the lungs, stinging a little.
But James didn't hesitate, bent down and cut off Mance Rayder's head with a clean and neat movement.
Then under everyone's gaze, he stood up and raised Mance Rayder's head high above his head!
Blood flowed down from the broken neck, down his arms, down his sleeves, dripping on his face and dripping on his cloak.
In the bitter cold land of the far north, Lion, whose right paw was broken off, finally learned to roar again.
"Savages!"
"Your king is dead!"
The roar sounded, and the battlefield that was bustling just now suddenly became quiet.
Bolton, Baratheon, Night's Watch, Savage.
The people who were fighting fiercely turned their heads to look at James at the same time.
Black Hand's cloak fluttered in the night wind, and the figure looked like a hero coming out of ancient legends.
On the battlefield, there was deathly silence.
The savages stared blankly at the figure on the high ground holding their leader's head.
Panic spread like a plague.
People dropped their spears one after another, and the savages on the entire battlefield began to flee.
Everything that "King Beyond the Wall" Mance Rayder had worked hard for for several years fell apart at this moment.
James stood on the high ground and watched the wildling army retreat like a tide.
He should be happy.
But James couldn't laugh. He just stood there and looked at the fleeing figures, his eyes a little confused.
He raised his head and looked south, thinking of a certain guy who was still in a "coma".
Always say in front of yourself, "Don't be a hero when you live, just live."
Fuck you, Corleone.
At least this time, I became who I wanted to be.