บท 4: Chapter 4: Thoughts
Soon it was the next day, and many people seemed very excited because Jeor ordered all the recruits to go to the training ground to watch the duel between Jon and Alliser. In addition, they had already placed bets privately, so they were all waiting to see the result. They even kept discussing it during breakfast.
"This game is actually boring. Jon is bound to lose. He won't win much money."
A soldier with big, bulging eyes told the others about the situation, and everyone else agreed. Only a few people just bet a few coppers on Jon for fun.
Today, Grenn was in charge of serving meals. Jon found several extra pieces of meat in his bowl, so he called Grenn over.
"Grennn."
Jon said quietly as he placed his money on the table.
"Bet on me to win later."
Grenn didn't reply, but calmly stuffed Jon's purse into his arms.
Looking at Grenn's back, Jon looked solemn, because he was still one point short of the lottery, but he still gave the money to Grenn.
If he could leave, he would need money for the journey. If he lost in the end, he would not have any money for a long time.
Jon now needs to be prepared for the possibility that all the points of agreement may not be gathered.
After dinner, almost everyone arrived at the training ground early. They moved away the debris and fenced off an area of more than twenty steps for Jon and Alliser to compete. Nearly three hundred people formed a black circle waiting for the competition to begin, and Grenn struggled to squeeze to the front.
"Lord Jon, it's not too late for you to regret now, but you will have to empty the toilet for everyone for a year."
"Uh—hahaha."
Alliser's words caused a burst of laughter from the others. The so-called 'Lord Jon' was actually an insulting nickname given to him by Alliser because Jon always seemed out of tune with others when he first came to the Wall.
Jon did not respond to him. He tried hard to think about the teachings his original self had received in Winterfell, hoping to remember some tricks that could defeat the enemy.
"Lord Mormont is here!"
When everyone saw Joer coming, the black ring automatically cracked open to allow him to enter.
Jeor looked at Jon and said calmly
"Jon, let me ask you again, do you really have to leave?"
Grenn stared at Jon's mouth, imagining that he could give a negative answer, but Jon did not say the answer he wanted, but nodded firmly.
Seeing that Jon was still stubborn, Jeor stopped talking. He even felt that his previous question seemed a bit nagging.
"Then let's get started."
After saying that, he turned around and retreated into the crowd, while the other recruits automatically moved aside a few steps, leaving a relatively spacious space for him.
The noise of the onlookers died down, and all they could hear was the whistling sound of the wind. Alliser looked at Jon with contempt, wondering whether he should break his wrist or ankle.
Jon held the sword with both hands. His forearms and back were still a little sore from carrying goods the day before, which was bound to affect his performance, so he gave up the first attack and took a defensive posture, hoping to find a flaw in Alliser's subsequent offensive.
Alliser was experienced in battle, and of course he could tell what Jon was thinking at a glance, so he held the sword lightly, opened his arms and said provocatively: "Come and attack me, Lord Jon, don't you want to leave the Wall?"
Jon would not let him tease him, so he also said sarcastically: "What's the matter? Lord Alliser, are you getting more and more hungry as you get older?"
Jon's words happened to be heard by most people. Humans' talent for understanding the lower world was maxed out, and some old-timers couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Although Grenn didn't quite understand what was said, when he saw the others laughing, he thought that Jon must have gotten the upper hand, so he also laughed foolishly.
Seeing that his teasing failed and was instead provoked, Alliser's face darkened, and he suddenly stabbed with his sword, causing Jon to retreat hurriedly. However, thanks to his solid martial arts skills, his steps were not disorderly and he did not reveal any flaws.
Alliser's martial arts skills are indeed not to be underestimated. Jon is completely at a disadvantage. He knows that this won't work. He has to find a way to use other tricks.
Jon said as he glanced at Jeor Mormont who was standing in the crowd.
"Lord Mormont."
Jon suddenly relaxed and let the tip of his sword drop.
"What's wrong?"
"Lord Alliser is too strong. I may not be able to defeat him."
"So you're going to give up?" Alliser sneered.
At this time, other people also began to whisper among themselves.
"Are you going to admit defeat now?"
"Hey! He's making it happen. Maybe he's afraid of suffering?"
"What a wimp, can't you just finish the fight?"
"..."
Listening to the discussions around him, Alliser actually didn't want Jon to give up like this, as this would mean that he would not be able to carry out his sneak attack.
"You coward, take up your sword! Attack me."
Jon didn't even look at Alliser, but instead turned his gaze to Jeor Mormont.
Jeor Mormont naturally did not want this farce to continue, so he said
"Okay, Alliser, that's it."
"snort!"
Alliser snorted coldly and put away his sword.
Joer continued, "Since you've already admitted defeat..."
Unexpectedly, just as Alliser put away his sword, Jon's body suddenly sank, and his legs bent and pushed the ground alternately, and he pounced in front of Alliser as if flying close to the ground.
Alisa was horrified and tried to draw his sword to defend himself but it was too late.
In Grenn's eyes, Jon's actions coincided with what he saw last night, and he finally understood how Jon used this trick.
While everyone else, including Jeor, was still in a daze, Jon put one hand through Alliser's crotch and hugged one of his legs tightly.
Alliser's body was suddenly lifted up by Jon, and then thrown heavily to the ground. [insert G.O.A.T Khabib VS DrunkGregor Fight]
Close combat is not popular in Westeros. They believe that only barbarians do this, so the bare-handed combat techniques here are very poorly developed, and no one present has ever seen this kind of move.
Bang--
Alliser was knocked unconscious and Jon took advantage of the opportunity to ride on him and punch him left and right, raining fists down on his face.
"Stop! Pull him away!"
Neither Alliser nor Jeor expected Jon to play dirty tricks, so Jon seized the opportunity and planned to throw as many punches as he could.
Soon Jon was pulled away. [G.O.A.T Khabib Win!!]
"Haven't you surrendered? Why did you launch a surprise attack?!"
"Lord Commander, I don't think I said the word surrender, did I? I just praised our Lord Alliser for his great martial arts skills."
"You farted, you vile bastard!"
Alliser, whose face was covered in blood, cursed loudly.
"Lord Alliser, you stuck the sword into the ground yourself. Besides, I also didn't use the sword."
Jon's shameless remarks caused laughter from others. There was no one who could be called noble here, so no one condemned him morally.
Besides, Jon was not only innocent, but he had not yet taken the oath, so he could have left whenever he wanted. However, these two people had done this out of nowhere, causing unnecessary trouble.
Of course, Alliser would not admit such a result, so he walked up to Joer and asked.
"Commander, this does not count! He is using the despicable tactics of a barbarian."
"If you lose, you lose. Does that mean the the Martells are no longer princes?"
What Jon was talking about was the story of the Martell family pretending to surrender and then killing the young dragon King Daeron I. The Dornish killed the most Targaryens in war.
However, they retains the title of "Prince" which is higher than other dukes. It is quite ironic.
However, Joer did not agree with this result, nor could he agree with it. The Night's Watch was already full of criminals. If there was no moral restraint, the Black Castle would only become more chaotic.
He was worried that once Jon's actions had a demonstration effect, it would cause a big mess.
"Continue the competition!"
Following Jeor's order, Jon had to defeat Alliser fairly.
The two returned to the field, and Alliser continued to attack. After all, he was experienced. After a few rounds, Jon's breathing became a little unstable. From the white mist he exhaled, it could be seen that Jon's breathing was very heavy and rapid, which was a sign of severe physical consumption.
Jon realized that he couldn't just passively take the beating, so he began to try to attack. Alliser switched from holding the sword with one hand to holding it with both hands.
He knew that although he was experienced, his physical strength was beginning to decline. He also knew that Jon's basic skills were very solid. Once he decided to compete with him in physical exhaustion, he might have a chance of winning.
Alliser decided to end the battle quickly. As long as he could defeat Jon, he would have plenty of opportunities to crush him in the future.
But Jon was too young after all, and was suppressed by Alliser in terms of strength and experience. He could launch one or two attacks at the beginning, but later he could only parry and had no chance to fight back.
"It looks like our Lord Jon will have to clean toilets for everyone for a year!"
Alliser laughed twice provocatively, and the blood on his face that had not yet been wiped clean made his smile look very ferocious.
"I'll brush your mouth too!"
Even though he was at a disadvantage, Jon was not the kind of person who would not fight back when being scolded. After all, he took advantage of the opportunity to catch his breath and responded to Alliser.
Alliser didn't know why this boy, who was originally a little dull, suddenly became so scheming and eloquent, causing him to suffer two losses.
He increased the force of his hands, and Jon found it increasingly difficult to defend himself.
Before long, Jon left a gap in his defense, and Alliser swung his sword at him, about to hit Jon's hand. Grenn screamed.
The others also gasped, and even Jeor became nervous. He regretted that he should have sent someone else to challenge Jon. If Jon was injured or even died because of this, he would have a hard time explaining to Ned.
At this time, Jon's swordsmanship talent came into play. He suddenly had an idea and used the sword in reverse to block Alliser's attack.
The two men used the place where their swords touched as the fulcrum for their wrestling. Their faces were less than a fist away from each other, and they could even feel each other's breath.
Jon's body was shaking violently because he was at a disadvantage in strength, but he still held on tightly.
At this time, all the soldiers watching on the side held their breath, and the only sound on the training ground with more than 300 people was the whistling wind.
Alliser seized the opportunity and kneed Jon in the stomach. The soldiers watching the battle nearby saw it clearly, as if it was hit themselves, and they all gasped.
And Joer saw it very clearly, and couldn't help but think that Alliser was being too ungentlemanly.
Jon fainted in pain, and then was kicked in the chest by Alliser.
He suddenly felt his chest churning, and then he flew backwards. Because the ground was slippery, he almost hit the onlookers.
At this time, on the other side, at the Shadow Tower, when the Night's Watch soldiers who were out on patrol returned to eat, someone told them about Jon.
A neatly dressed soldier with a clean chin said
"Since he doesn't need to atone his sins and hasn't taken an oath, just let him go. Why would a young man waste his time in such a hellhole?"
What he didn't know was that just this one thought of his would affect the fate of countless people in Westeros, including himself.
Jon, who was half squatting on the ground gasping for breath, suddenly heard a reminder in his mind:
[All recognition points have been collected, do you want to start the lottery?]
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