Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 20: night attack

  Chapter 20 Night Raid

   "Woo—"

  The dull sound of the horn pierced the silent night.

   also startled Samwell who was not asleep.

  He suddenly got up from the ground and roared loudly:

   "Line up! Line up!"

  After a brief panic, the recruits quickly lined up beside Samwell.

  Discipline and order have been the core content of Samwell's training for recruits over the past four months.

  After constant emphasis and repetition, it finally became part of the blood of the recruits and became something like muscle memory.

  Under the hazy moonlight, Samwell has already seen dark shadows appearing in the passages in and out of the valley.

  The savage really took the bait.

  After hearing the sound of the horn, the savages knew that they had been discovered, and they simply did not hide their intentions, and they all let out strange howls:

   "Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh

   For a while, howling resounded through the valley, awakening countless sleeping beasts and birds.

   It also shocked everyone in the camp—

   Too many savages!

  Under the cover of the night, they couldn't see exactly how many people there were, but judging by the voice and the momentum, there might be thousands of them!

  Can such a disparity in the number of people be maintained?

  Samwell stood on the small mound at the entrance of the valley, looking at the dense black shadows in front of him, and rushed towards him like crazy, but his heart was extremely calm.

   He was so calm that he surprised himself.

  Every major event is calm.

   This is a psychological state that he could not have expected in his previous life.

  But I didn't expect that after time travel, I somehow grasped it instead.

  Before he decided to kill Carter last time, he had hesitated, and even after the killing, he still felt scared, flustered, and even disgusted.

  But when he faced Carter who was hanging upside down in front of him, he was extremely calm. Even if Todd Buddha rushed towards him with a roar, he could kill without hesitation.

  It is the same this time.

Before the war, he also couldn't sleep worrying about his gains and losses, worried that Todd would really betray him, worried that he had miscalculated the number of wildlings, worried that his four months of military training was just a joke, and worried that he hadn't had time to participate in this battle. Game of Thrones died tragically on a nameless mound...

  But when facing the dark savages rushing towards him, Samwell suddenly became distracted.

  At this time, he has lost all hesitation, worry, and fear, and there is only one thought in his mind—fight to the end!

"put!"

   Following Samwell's order, the soldiers pushed the rolling stones and logs that had been prepared down the mound.

  Boom—Boom—

   Driven by gravity and inertia, rolling stones and logs tumbled down the **** one by one, hitting heavily on the savage team that had just rushed into the valley.

  In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and screams continued.

   This wave of preemptive strikes dealt a severe blow to the arrogance of the savages, and also relieved the nervous recruits who had just entered the battle.

   "Stand up the shield!" Samwell's voice sounded again.

  The soldiers in the front row reflexively stood the huge wooden shields in front of them, and looked anxiously at the savages who rushed up.

  Under the moonlight, the ferocious face of the savage could already be clearly seen.

  Although fear was unavoidable in their hearts, they did not move.

  Because the companion is behind, the lord is also behind.

  For more than four months, Samwell did not teach them complicated fighting skills, but just let them repeat the simplest and most basic fighting moves. The only requirement is that they must be neat, unified, and obey orders!

  Countless boring repetitions have allowed these soldiers to form muscle memory. No matter how nervous or scared they are, they will subconsciously complete tactical actions after hearing the password.

  If they fight alone, each of these recruits has fatal flaws, their movements are stiff, inflexible, rigid and monotonous... But if they are lined up in an array, they will become terrifying killing machines!

  I'm afraid that even Samwell himself may not be clear about what such an orderly and orderly army means to the war in the cold weapon era.

  And tonight, this fledgling army will show its **** fangs for the first time in the depths of the Crimson Mountains.

   Bang bang bang!

  Many of the recruits in the front row closed their eyes, stepped on the ground with both feet, struggling to withstand the first round of impact from the wildlings.

   Fortunately, the wooden shield was not broken.

   This is no surprise.

  Although the protective ability of the wooden shield is not strong, you must know that the savage weapons on the opposite side are even worse.

  Living in the Crimson Mountains, they can't master the superb smelting technology at all. There are very few iron weapons, and most of them are primitive weapons such as stone hammers, wooden spears, and animal teeth.

  In addition, they are attacking from the bottom up, and the lethality is greatly reduced.

  Samwell watched all this coldly, and issued a second order:

   "Stabber!"

   Swish Swish Swish!

  The spearman hiding behind the shield soldier immediately stabbed the spear in his hand along the gap in the wooden shield!

   Chi Chi Chi!

  The sound of the gun point piercing the flesh came and went.

  After several rounds of spear stabbing, the savage team that rushed into the valley became thinner in an instant.

   "Knife out!"

  Following Samwell's third order, the soldiers in the last row drew out their long knives, pierced through the spearmen and shield soldiers, and slashed at the savages who were still screaming.

  After a round of make-up, before the next wave of savages rushed up, the sword soldiers immediately withdrew to the formation, and the shield soldiers re-established their shields to meet the next round of impact.

   This cycle repeats.

  After a few rounds, Samwell saw that the soldiers were exhausted, so he ordered:

   "The first group retreats and changes to the second group!"

  Due to the narrow terrain at the mouth of the valley, Samwell had already divided his soldiers into three groups and took turns to fight.

  Of course, the arms and tactical arrangements of each group are exactly the same.

  Establish a shield, stab a spear, draw a knife...

  Monotonous, repetitive, and extremely uninteresting.

   But extremely effective.

   Not long after the battle started, a layer of savage corpses was already spread on the **** of Taniguchi.

  Even these first-time recruits were amazed by the amount of damage they caused.

  Of course, it was the first battle after all, so they would inevitably be nervous and make mistakes, but even so, it was difficult for the wildlings to cause much damage to them, because they still had a piece of leather armor on them for protection.

  Excellent equipment, favorable terrain, tacit cooperation, reasonable tactical arrangements, Samwell's calm command at the scene, in the rotation after rotation, the recruits are becoming more and more proficient and confident.

  Blood stained their bodies red and washed away their greenness.

  In fact, the steps for a recruit to become a veteran are as simple as that—go through a battle, kill an enemy, and survive.

   These more than a hundred recruits recruited by Samwell from the Mande River Wharf are experiencing such a transformation.

   As time goes by, their movements become more unified, more concise and more efficient.

  No matter how bravely the savages charged forward, they were still unable to shake this seemingly thin line of defense, and could only leave corpses at the entrance of the valley.

  The strong smell of blood filled the entire valley. Under the command of Samwell, the soldiers on the hill seemed to have condensed into a machine designed for killing.

  Life is its fuel, blood is its lubricant, and the fear of its enemies is its highest glory.