章 384: Chapter 384: The Attack on White Harbor
In Tywin's creed, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests.
He could bow his head for immediate gains, even bear humiliation, but the one who laughs last is the one who wins.
The pre-war meeting ended.
Duke Tywin, escorted by Lannister soldiers, returned to the camp of the Westerlands troops, where banners representing various families of the Westerlands fluttered in the air.
"Sir."
"Sir."
The patrolling soldiers along the way quickly saluted upon seeing Duke Tywin, but Tywin, with a frosty face, didn't even bother to respond.
"Joanna."
"Kevan."
"Gillian."
Although the Targaryen family was mentioned in the pre-war meeting, few knew that Tywin's hatred for the Targaryens ran even deeper. The two were incompatible, and only the complete destruction of one could end the feud.
However.
Sadly, the deep-thinking Tywin was still unaware of what his proud son and daughter had done in King's Landing.
After all, the news of Jon Arryn's death had not yet reached him.
...
And the next day.
With the morning fog, the guards on the walls of White Harbor yawned slightly. They bore the crest of House Arryn on their chests, and their green banners fluttered in the wind.
They were soldiers from the Vale, led by Lord 'Bronze Yohn' Royce, now stationed in White Harbor to defend against the attacks of the White Walkers, to hold this sea gate, and to relieve the pressure on the front line.
"Peck, do you think we can survive this winter?"
A Vale soldier spoke with a worried tone. After two devastating defeats, the morale of the allied forces had plummeted, filled with pessimism.
After the first desperate battle at the Wall, the allied forces were still invigorated, determined to counterattack at Winterfell.
However, the Battle of Winterfell once again dealt a heavy blow, completely shattering the confidence of the allied soldiers and officers.
Not only ordinary soldiers, but even many officers and nobles held very pessimistic emotions, as if the end of the world was tomorrow.
Morale is such a thing, it thrives at first, then declines, and finally exhausts. Consecutive failures do not inspire the soldiers' fighting spirit, but instead plunge them into the abyss. This is why there are so few cases of desperate counterattacks throughout history.
"I don't know."
"Hmph, maybe today, maybe tomorrow, we're going to die."
Another soldier named Peck, holding a long spear, his fingers red from the cold, exhaled a white breath and shook his head.
"Let's die then, there's no more suffering after death. This world is beyond saving. The Seven Gods above? I finally understand that the damn Seven Gods are of no use."
"We're in the seventh hell here!"
"Praying used to be useless, the septons told me it was because I wasn't devout enough, that paying a little money would make me devout. Now the world is about to be destroyed, and the Seven Gods haven't shown their faces."
In extreme pessimism, the worldview of the Vale soldier Peck collapsed, and he cursed the Seven Gods he once believed in.
"Hush, keep it down."
At this time, a carriage with a mermaid emblem drove by not far away. His companion nudged Peck, reminding him to keep his voice down.
"Old Lord Manderly is coming."
Although the faith in the Seven Gods had collapsed, and even though the soldiers cursed incessantly, the Seven Gods, like a turtle, pretended not to hear.
But those who devoutly believed in the Seven Gods could hear and could punish him.
Although dying sooner or later is still death, Peck didn't want his head chopped off by Old Lord Manderly.
The lord of White Harbor is House Manderly, a former Riverlands family, but because their power expanded too much, they were suspected by the River King, and a thousand years before the Conquest, they were expelled from the Riverlands and exiled to the North, where they were accepted by the then King in the North.
The Manderly family swore an oath in the name of the old and new gods under the heart tree in the Wolf's Den, pledging loyalty to House Stark. The King in the North granted them lands.
This grace became the source of the Manderly family's loyalty to House Stark. With their wealth, the Manderly family built a city called 'White Harbor'.
And the one who climbed out of the carriage with difficulty was the current Lord of White Harbor, Wyman Manderly. He was quite old, in his late fifties, almost sixty.
And his obese figure required assistance to travel, his hearty laughter earned him the nickname 'Lord Eel' or 'Lord Can't-Ride-a-Horse' among his subjects.
However, Old Lord Manderly had a good temper and laughed it off when he heard about it.
And Lord Wyman Manderly, panting heavily but with no fear on his face, was helped by his guards to inspect the walls of White Harbor.
He naturally didn't hear the blasphemous words of the Vale soldier just now, and even patted Peck on the shoulder to encourage him. The Vale soldier was so scared that he didn't know what to say.
The figure of Old Lord Manderly, assisted by his guards, gradually moved away, and just as the Vale soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.
Another companion with sharp eyes, looking at the distant road shrouded in snow and fog, suddenly spoke.
"Look!"
"What's that?"
A shadowy figure first appeared in the white snow, but at this moment, an ice arrow pierced through the snow at a high speed, hitting the eagle banner next to Peck.
Crash——
The banner of House Arryn fell with a crash, and Peck, who had just cursed the Seven Gods, was startled.
"Damn!"
For a moment, he even thought he was going to die.
However, in his panic, he took two steps back, but didn't notice that the snow on the city wall was too slippery.
Then he slipped and fell directly from the city wall, landing headfirst with a solid thud.
Thud——
Like a sack of broken cloth falling, his body lay face up on the ground, and blood quickly spread in the white snow.
But at this moment, no one cared about his accidental death, the Vale soldiers and White Harbor soldiers on the city wall were instantly in chaos.
"White Walkers are attacking!"
"White Walkers are attacking!"
The soldiers shouted warnings, and the warning horns were blown.
Whoo~
In an instant.
The chilling horn sound echoed through the sky, and the allied forces stationed in the city of White Harbor rushed out upon hearing the horn.
An endless army of the dead gradually appeared in people's sight, everyone swallowed, gripping their weapons tightly.
And the obese Lord Manderly, who needed assistance, was panting heavily, but also showed no fear. He leaned on the battlement, looking at the army of the dead in the distance, he had been waiting for this day for a long time.
However, as the army of the dead got closer and closer, he saw the two White Walkers at the front, and his pupils
suddenly contracted.
His fat hand gripping the battlement squeezed a handful of cold snowflakes, instantly soaking his heart.
"This, this is..."
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