Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King

"Woo--"

The dull sound of the horn pierced the silent night.

It also woke up Samwell, who was not asleep at all.

He jumped up from the ground and shouted 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 was finally integrated into the blood of the recruits and became something like muscle memory.

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

Sure enough, the Savage 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:

"Aww-"

For a while, howling resounded through the valley, awakening countless animals and birds in their sleep.

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 from 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.

Whenever there is a major event, there is calmness.

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 deciding 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's 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 moment, he has lost all hesitation, worry, and fear, and there is only one thought left 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 slope one after another, 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 head start hit the arrogance of the savages hard, and it also relieved the nervous recruits who had just entered the battle.

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

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

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

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

Numerous 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 fighting alone, each of these recruits has fatal flaws, their movements are stiff, inflexible, 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 bloody fangs for the first time in the depths of the Crimson Mountains.

Bang bang bang!

Many recruits in the front row closed their eyes, stepped on the ground with their feet firmly on the ground, and struggled 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 weapons of the wildlings 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:

"Stabbing!"

Swish Swish Swish!

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

Chi Chi Chi!

The sound of the spear tip piercing the flesh came and went.

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

"Out with the knife!"

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 knife repairs, 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.

And so on and on.

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

"The first group retreats, change 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.

Shields, spears, knives...

Monotonous, repetitive and uninteresting.

But extremely effective.

Not long after the battle started, a layer of savage corpses had already been spread on the slope of Taniguchi.

Even these first-time recruits were amazed at the damage they inflicted.

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 leather armor to protect them.

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

The blood stained their bodies red and washed away the greenness on their bodies.

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.

Over time, their movements became more uniform and more concise and 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 mouth of the valley.

A strong smell of blood filled the entire valley, and 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 its lubricant, and the fear of its enemies its crowning glory.