Chapter 297 Aegon's Calendar Year 292

Westeros is up and down.

Soon Aegon 292 came.

The largest army in the history of Westeros, a human coalition of 60,000 people, arrived at Winterfell.

After the arrival of the army, they took the lead in suppressing some of the wildlings raging in the north.

These wildly savage tribes in the past faced a devastating blow to the strong southern aristocratic soldiers.

The iron hoofs of the coalition army galloped across the land in the north, and the knights wielded their long swords to chop off the heads of wildlings, and built the Jingguan.

In the past, the savage tribes who thought they could all be well by escaping into the deep mountains and forests realized that they had made a big mistake this time.

The southern nobles were much richer than the northern nobles, and it was also reflected in the soldier equipment. The soldiers of the southern nobles were armed with armor almost to the teeth, and their whole bodies were covered under steel.

These well-equipped elite soldiers chased into the jungle with shields and long swords.

The wildlings' ambush didn't even have any effect on these elite soldiers.

Soft arrows can't penetrate hard shields and armor, but sharp swords can easily split their chests.

There were even arrows stained with kerosene that shot into the jungle, illuminating their trail.

Countless coalition soldiers dipped arrowheads in kerosene and lit them on torches.

There is a unified officer command.

"Fire arrows!"

"Fire arrows!"

bang bang bang-

The arrows that were burning with flames flew into the air, and then poured down instantly like a rain of fire.

Countless wild people hiding in the woods and preparing to ambush were illuminated by the firelight.

Puff puff…

The densely packed rockets fell, and the flaming arrows penetrated into the flesh and blood, which was even more terrifying pain, and when it fell on the leaves and branches, a huge fire burned.

The end of the savage has come.

…

Because the wildling rebellion has gradually escalated, Robert has also made great efforts to rectify them.

Of course, 'suppressing bandits' is not impossible.

'Master Huang' has the ability to 'suppress bandits'.

But what needs to be considered is how much is the cost of 'suppressing bandits'?

What is the ratio of this cost to the loss, and whether it is worth the shot is something worth considering.

In fact, it is not that many nobles do not have this ability to 'suppress bandits', but considering the loss situation, it is not worth doing so.

Seeing that the savage disturbing the Seven Kingdoms is gradually approaching the King's Landing Reach, Robert is also a little anxious.

Robert once thought that sending troops to guard the causeway would be safe.

But he made the mistake of treating the wildling tribe as a regular army.

The Savage Tribes are not a regular army, you can even say they are a rabble, not the same as the enemies Robert once faced.

Blocking the causeway is the way to deal with the regular army, and there are actually many dense paths in the neck.

The Zedi people are very familiar with the terrain here, and they travel through it on weekdays.

Pedestrians can pass, but the army has no way to abandon the heavy carriages to pass through the narrow passages between the swamps and the waterways among the reeds.

Therefore the causeway is the only road that can guarantee the safe passage of the army.

The savage tribes who live in the extremely harsh environment outside the Great Wall all the year round are different from the "pampered" southern army.

They are just a small team of tribes, and it has long been accustomed to savages to climb mountains and swamps.

For these routes, which only people in the marsh are familiar with, the savages also suffered, and paid a great price to pass through the narrow passages between the swamps and the waterways in the reeds.

And Robert saw this group of savage Wuyang Wuyang spread like a plague, and he had to be ruthless and spend a lot of effort to suppress the bandits, even setting fire to the mountain.

However, the effect of Robert's ruthlessness was immediate.

In less than a month, all the wildlings raging in the entire northern region disappeared.

Countless heads rolled down.

Of course, these wandering savages were not killed by Robert, but a group of them were killed, and the remaining group became more low-key and continued to hide, no longer as rampant as before.

After Robert led a coalition of 60,000 human beings to expend great efforts to suppress the bandits, the next step was to deal with the possible attack of the White Walkers.

However, although the horn of winter did not completely collapse the Great Wall of Despair, it only collapsed a small section, but there is a gap in the wall of Despair, and it is impossible to repair it quickly now.

The construction of the Great Wall of Despair is extremely grand, almost not like a project that humans can complete.

Robert is now incapable of calling on the whole country to rebuild the Great Wall. He can only continue to sew and mend on this basis, hoping to have some effect.

The bitter cold of winter.

The plump black bearded man held the heavy Storm Hammer, a heavy two-handed hammer and Robert's favorite weapon.

He looked at the ghost forest shrouded in the mist of the morning in the distance, and said nothing for a long time.

Robert, who likes to drink on weekdays, has rarely quit drinking in recent days, perhaps feeling more and more uneasy in his heart.

He didn't know what the White Walkers were, if he could kill them with a hammer.

However, he knew that this battle was his toughest battle, perhaps even more critical than the Usurper War of the year.

Although he now owns the Seven Kingdoms himself, the territory is far more than the Targaryen remnants who fled overseas, and he has a large number of soldiers.

However, the internal entanglements of the seven kingdoms are so deep that they are involved in each other, and it is difficult to unite and exert their strength.

Don't know why.

Robert suddenly wanted to meet the young man named Viserys Targaryen.

"Ed."

"We're going to beat that shit White Walker, right?"

Robert cursed suddenly for no reason, then turned his head to look at his good brother standing beside him.

And Eddard Stark obviously understood Robert's temper for a long time, and the other side was an open-mouthed bastard.

If he was not the heir of Storm's End, and Rhaegar had not taken his fiancee, perhaps he should have been a mercenary who traveled the world, living in wine and prostitutes every day.

The black-brown-haired man frowned slightly, then slowly stretched out.

So did he himself.

Eddard had an older brother, Brandon Stark, who was later burned alive by the Mad King.

Therefore, Eddard was not raised as the heir of Winterfell, so he was sent to the valley to be Jon Arryn's adopted son.

"Will do."

Eddard Stark took a deep breath and said.

"Just like back then."

far north.

The human coalition is actively preparing fortifications.

And in Pantos.

rumbling...

Another army of tens of thousands of people arrived on the eve of the new year.

The mighty rushed to the city of Pantos.