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Chapter 133 Evacuation (2)

Three consecutive rounds of bombardment triggered a small-scale avalanche, and countless zombies fell along with the rolling ice and snow. "Crackling!" sounds rang out, like a symphony of death, and these zombies fell into the human position one after another.

Jon hurriedly ordered everyone to disperse and find shelter to avoid the impact. This cliff was not too high, only about 80 to 90 meters high, but it was very steep, almost vertical to the ground. At the gap that was collapsed by the artillery, you could clearly see the densely packed wights above.

At this moment, these wights knew they could no longer hide, so they jumped down from the cliff one after another under the urging of the Others. Even though there was thick snow below as a buffer, the first few waves of wights who jumped down were still thrown to pieces, with their limbs broken. None of them had a complete body, and some were smashed to pieces by their companions who kept falling from above.

Jon's face turned very ugly. He had never expected that the White Walkers would choose to cross the mountains to bypass their defense line. This meant that all their previous efforts were in vain. Not only did the White Walkers successfully avoid the still burning forest, but even their carefully set third line of defense was ineffective. He couldn't help but blame himself, realizing that he had underestimated the wisdom and ability of the White Walkers. After all, these White Walkers had fought fiercely with the ancestors of mankind for thousands of years and forced them to build the Wall to block their invasion. Now it seems that this enemy is indeed not simple. Their tactics are varied, catching Jon and others off guard.

If the fleet at sea had not discovered the movement of the White Walkers in time and notified them, these terrible wights would have successfully bypassed the defense line and appeared in Hardhome quietly. At that time, the unprepared people would have suffered a brutal massacre, and they would have been in a desperate situation with their retreat completely cut off.

Jon felt a surge of despair in his heart, but he quickly calmed down, pulled Varamyr beside him, and said sternly: "No matter what method you use, you must find out what happened up there! Otherwise, all of us will die here!"

Varamyr was frightened by Jon's roar and trembled all over. He nodded repeatedly in agreement. Then, he closed his eyes tightly and entered a state of synaesthesia. Then a crow spread its wings and flew high. The crow overlooked the entire battlefield with his consciousness. There were also other aliens who did not care about the weakness after the backlash and established contact with the flying birds.

This time, the White Walkers no longer cared about exposing their whereabouts and did not continue to attack the birds. After a while, a raven flew back. Varamyr wiped the blood from his nose and reported the situation to Jon.

It turned out that after crossing the cliff, there was an extremely narrow ridge, and the endless number of corpse ghosts were slowly passing by. On the other side of the mountain range was a relatively flat glacier, and the corpse ghosts climbed up from there.

Varamyr pointed to the cliff and said, "We are in great trouble. The white walkers have already passed us. Although the road above is difficult to walk on, many wights have already gone to Hardhome. The most troublesome thing is that the road behind is very flat."

Jon only thought for a moment and understood the current situation. He immediately made a decision and ordered: "It is meaningless to continue to stay here. Don't worry about those incomplete wights. Retreat! Return to Hardhome and prepare to fight the White Walkers to the death there! Inform Rickon and request the fleet to cover our artillery fire!"

After receiving the order, the human warriors acted quickly. They threw away the inconvenient items without hesitation, tightly grasped the weapons in their hands, and ran in the direction they came from without looking back. In fact, they had long been eager to leave this dangerous place, and were just waiting for orders.

However, unlike the wildlings, the Night's Watch soldiers still maintained their complete organization. They followed Jon closely and served as the final cover mission.

Tormund scratched his head in embarrassment and apologized. "We free folk are all stubborn. Once we encounter a situation, everyone will run around on our own. Even I can't bring them together again."

Jon nodded in understanding, indicating that this was not Tormund's fault. At this moment, all his attention was focused on the cliff, paying close attention to the movements of the wights.

The White Walkers were also confused at this time. When they realized that they had been discovered by humans, they immediately ordered the wights to jump off the cliff and try to contain the human army below. At the same time, other wights accelerated their advance. However, what they did not expect was that the humans who had been resisting stubbornly ignored the wights who jumped down and suddenly chose to retreat without any warning.

This time it was embarrassing, the bait was put down but the fish ran away. After a brief exchange, several White Walker leaders decided to continue with the original plan. They ordered the wights that had just jumped down to chase and try to entangle the human army. However, the wights that were broken and had broken arms and legs were too slow to catch up with the humans who only wanted to escape. In desperation, the White Walkers had to command the wights that ran to the front to jump off the cliff continuously, trying to block the humans' retreat in front.

At this time, the fleet on the sea was moving slowly along the coastline. The artillery on the ship never stopped firing, and incendiary bombs rained down on the cliff.

Rickon watched all this anxiously. His eyes widened and he shouted anxiously, "Blow them up hard! Burn those damn things to death!"

El Klauer shook his head and replied calmly, "Master Rickon, the current frequency of attack is enough. The real attack of the White Walkers has not yet begun. Hardhome is the real battlefield. We must ensure that we have enough ammunition to deal with the more intense battles to come."

Rickon said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Commander Aiel, I lost my composure."

El smiled and comforted him: "It's okay, this is your first time to encounter a White Walker. You will get better after seeing more of them."

Rickon frowned and asked worriedly, "What should we do now? Should we notify Robb and ask him to prepare?"

Al waved his hand, signaling him not to be nervous. "Master Rickon, please don't worry! After discovering the White Walkers, I immediately sent someone to contact Hardhome. We have our own skinchangers who can deliver information at any time."

With the roar of artillery fire, Jon led the Night's Watch back to Hardhome. They saw the mess outside the stronghold and the empty animal hide tents, and the stone hanging in their hearts finally fell.