Chapter 290

Jon didn't know how much he had said, how many orders he had given, and how many savages he had killed. He only knew that when the dawn came, his hands were completely paralyzed. Bent fingers lost the ability to move, can only bite with teeth, can slightly change posture. Bailing came and asked Jon to put his hand under his fur and warm them with his own temperature. There was no way to use his hands, so Jon leaned down and bit the snow in his mouth.

"Here, Jon, have some hot wine." Sam's voice sounded in his ear. Jon turned around and spat out the ice in his mouth to say thank you. But his throat was so sore that he couldn't make a sound, so at last he didn't say anything, just asked Sam to lift the bottle into his mouth.

Sam's mouth and legs were shaking, and so were his hands, so a lot of warm wine spilled into Jon's neck. It doesn't matter. Anyway, it's been soaked in sweat, frozen and melted. It's been repeated many times. It doesn't matter if there's more wine. "Master Yimeng is coming up. He says he wants to see you."

Jon quickly wiped his mouth and said in a husky voice, "take me. How do you Let the old man come up? "

Sam's face looked like crying. "Master IMON said he must come up to see the army of savages, and I couldn't persuade him. His eyes are very big. He can't see at night. It's not a big problem at dawn. "

Master Yimeng stood supporting the base of the catapult, trying to squint and look out. He saw Jon and gave him a smile: "come here, your hand needs to be bandaged and re medicated. You can't move now, I reckon? "

"It's OK. You can still pull your bow and shoot. No problem."

"Then you have to think about the future. After all, you can't only pull a bow, but also use a sword." Yimeng Master said: "don't talk nonsense, hand over."

Jon obeyed. When he untied the bandage, he felt as if his skin was going to be peeled off. There were heartaches. He looked at master Yimeng, the old man's eyes were no longer so turbid, but the tired look brought by his age was always there. "Master IMON, do we have a future?"

"I'm afraid I haven't, but you must have. You're still young." Master IMON took the ointment, smeared it on Jon's hand, and rubbed it vigorously. Dry skin and wrinkled skin continue to rub until they are all hot. "As long as you are young, there will be a future. Even savages have a future. "

Jon bowed his head, stifling his sobs. "I'm sorry," he said, wiping his eyes with his fingers. "I'm sorry I let you down."

"You've done a good job. We've never been disappointed, at least I haven't, and neither has Sam." The old man reached out, rubbed Jon's black hair and pulled it. "It's a good lad. They're all good lads."

"But I brought back a girl Savage. Me and her... " Jon has a sore throat. He wants to say love, but he can't say it.

"I can see that you two are in love. If you want me to say, it's wrong to break the oath, but it's never wrong to love each other. I've loved so many people. " Master Yimeng said: "you don't think I'm old now, but I was also a prince when I was young, and I was the smartest and most natural and unrestrained one. I have loved the fragrance of flowers in spring, the warmth of summer, the fullness of autumn and the coldness of winter, and they all love me. Now, I love you, too. I love this cold wall and the people on both sides of it. Love is never wrong

Jon was surprised and said, "on both sides of the Great Wall? Master Yimeng, do you also love savages? "

Master IMON laughed, bent down to take the bandage from Sam's hand, and slowly wound it around Jon's hand: "son, my master once told me that a person can only hear one sound in his life, that is the echo of his own soul. So Jon, it's not what you hear from me, it's what your heart says. What you hear from me is just your voice. What do you think? "

"I I think... " Jon closed his eyes and opened them again with strength and determination. "I don't think savages are our real enemies, ghosts are! We can't let the savage climb the wall win, but if the ghost wins, our efforts today will still be in vain! "

Master IMON bends Jon's fingers and helps him make a fist. "It's a pair of young and powerful hands. It's a quick recovery." He asked Sam to help himself stand up straight. "Well, I'm going to see the other wounded. Jon, Eliza, they're planning to ice the passage all the way

"No way!" Jon had figured out the key, so he said, "if the savages were all in the north, they would all become ghouls and ghosts! We can't seal the door! I would rather fight foolishly than die of laziness! I have to go down now! Master IMON, you can command. You have devoted your life to the Great Wall, and people will follow you. "

"I'm a bachelor in chains, and my duty is to serve, Jon. We give advice, not orders. "

"Someone has to..."

"And you, you have to lead people and make choices. Remember, Colin chose you. Commander Mormont made you his official. You're the winterside kid, banyan Stark's nephew, you're the night watchman, and the brothers believe in you. " Master Yimeng patted Sam fat on the back of his hand and said, "I just want to direct him."Jon nodded without hesitation. He looked outside the wall, and the savages began to retreat. It's not all, but it's a good sign. I remember my father once said that as long as a savage begins to retreat, then they will eventually retreat.

Manslade may be able to regroup, but that will be the next time. This time, the night watchman won the first breath holding competition with the free people and got a hard won breathing opportunity. The night watchmen are scarred, especially the liberals. Mans Reid now knows that a strong attack on the Great Wall won't win. The advantage of the number of people in the frontal battlefield will be completely wiped out by the tall and cold Great Wall.

So Jon knows that the next time he wants to win, it won't be as easy as this one. The battle will not take place in the front, but elsewhere. And in addition to the positive, the night watchman has no advantage anywhere. Even if the gate is frozen, it still can't change this situation, it will only let the night watchman sit and wait for death. For them, there is only one chance left, and this opportunity needs a gate to the north.

He called the melancholy Eddie. "Eddie, you're the calmest of all. Priority to destroy siege weapons, priority to attack giants. For wall climbing savages, use ice hoeing scythes. For the area outside the gate, use oil to form a fire area. I'm going to the gate below. The Great Wall is yours! "

"Mine?" The sadness on Eddie's face was like ice.

"Watch it, hold it." Jon jumped into the cage, rang the bell, let the mule move, and then went down slowly. Once again he looked down on the earth, down on the black castle he saw as his home. He has figured out that if he wants to really protect the great wall of doom and make it an insurmountable obstacle to stop the ghosts from going south, he must negotiate with the savages. Night watchmen need hands, and savages need a safe home. Both have a common enemy: ghosts.

If you can talk about it, talk about it. But if you can't? Jon clenched long claw. If we can't talk about it, we have to let the night watchman win, not the savage. Mans Reid organized the army, and he was the key to everything. He used to be a night watchman. He knew the things on the wall, the tactics and weaknesses of the night watchman. If you get rid of him, the savages will fall apart. Maybe at that time, some savages will surrender to the night watchman. Maybe Perhaps there is one in ten thousand hope that the night watchmen will accept their surrender and strengthen their strength.

But Jon knew that as long as he pulled out his weapon, whether mansred was dead or not, he would not be able to see that day.