Ti Meis son Ti Mei's chest heaved with rage.
He was like a wounded wild bear.
"How many Burning Men Tribe are left!" Ti Meis son Ti Mei's voice was hoarse. "How many people are left from all the tribes combined!"
A Burning Men Tribe warrior, half his face scorched black beyond recognition, responded in a low voice: "Ti Meis son Ti Mei! We only have over a hundred tribesmen left! All the tribes combined don't exceed six hundred!"
"Six hundred!" Ti Meis son Ti Mei repeated the number, his teeth grinding.
Finally, he slowly spoke: "Charge, all of you!"
"Ti Meis son Ti Mei! What are you saying!" Although the reporting Burning Men Tribe warrior's face was unrecognizable, his voice betrayed his shock.
Ti Meis son Ti Mei grabbed him by the throat, his blood-red single eye terrifying: "Don't make Ti Meis son Ti Mei repeat himself!"
He had no choice; this large-scale raid had already failed!
But he couldn't fail!
Or rather, he, as Red Hand, couldn't fail!
He had to at least take this stone castle!
Kill all the Plainsmen inside!
Only then could he retreat back to High Mountain!
Otherwise, he would lose his leadership of the tribe!
Ti Meis son Ti Mei became the "Red Hand" of the Burning Men Tribe precisely because of this single eye.
At the tribe's coming-of-age ceremony, he gouged out one of his own eyes with a red-hot dagger.
He didn't make a sound, shocking everyone.
Everyone looked at him with awe and fear.
From then on, he became the tribe's war leader! Red Hand!
Once he failed! Once he lost his ability to inspire fear!
A huge war cry roared from Ti Meis son Ti Mei's mouth: "Everyone! Charge forward!"
"Take this stone house! Kill all the Plainsmen inside!"
"Let them taste the wrath of the High Mountain Clan!"
"Leave no one alive!"
"Kill!!!"
All the tribes obeyed the order and launched a fierce assault on the stone city wall.
However, what Ti Meis son Ti Mei didn't notice was that.
The Stone Crow Tribe led by Duo Fu's son Xia Ga had already quietly departed from the camp.
And Qila, daughter of Qike of the Heier Tribe shook her head beside him, revealing a strange smile.
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On the city walls of Deep Valley City, Lofo Deep Valley's bloodshot eyes were fixed on the wildlings who were re-climbing.
The corpses beneath the city wall had not yet been cleared.
They even served as stepping stones for the wildlings' attacks.
The smell of blood and sweat mixed together, making one nauseous.
Most of the defending soldiers were wounded, leaning against the battlements, exhausted, nervously watching the enemy's movements.
They hadn't eaten in two days!
Arrows were almost depleted!
All buildings in the castle that did not affect the city's defense had been broken into stones, and now they didn't even have stones to throw!
"They're going to attack again." Lofo Deep Valley's voice was hoarse, filled with deep weariness.
The continuous bitter fighting had exhausted all his energy.
He looked at his son, Smallwood, and asked through gritted teeth: "Has the reinforcement from Arthur StinkFort not arrived yet!"
The city was besieged on all sides, completely sealed off.
They had contacted Lord Dading of Dai Ding City via raven.
They only knew that Lady Roslyn had dispatched a reinforcement.
But they hadn't even seen a shadow of them yet.
They kept urging Lady Roslyn for updates.
Lady Roslyn, in turn, told them that she also couldn't contact Arthur StinkFort anymore.
She said the army he led would appear here one moment! Then there the next!
If it weren't for half of the wildling army retreating a few days ago!
They would have died here long ago!
Smallwood cursed loudly: "What did his family rely on to get their title! They have no honor!"
"This cowardly fellow must have taken his men and hidden!"
Lofo Deep Valley sneered:
"If we die! He won't live either!"
"Ordering him to bring three hundred farmers as support is nothing more than Lord Dading not wanting to bear the infamy of not rescuing a vassal!"
"By then, this coward who dared not come will accompany us on our way!"
Lofo Deep Valley, of course, understood that three hundred men couldn't save Deep Valley City.
His family was doomed.
Currently, there was no army in the Riverlands capable of confronting this wildling force.
He just didn't want this tragedy to be borne solely by his Deep Valley family.
Since that "coward" commanding these farmers was ordered to come.
Since the Lord wanted to make a show of it.
Then this so-called reinforcement! Must die here!
Die beneath Deep Valley City!
Arthur must be buried with me!
Buried with himself! With the Deep Valley family! With Deep Valley City!
"Father! Father!!! The wildlings are all pouring in!!!" Smallwood screamed in terror!
Lofo Deep Valley was startled awake by the terrified sound, his gaze once again falling upon the outside of the city, where the wildlings had begun to slowly approach.
This time, all the wildlings charged forward, their numbers so dense, so frenzied.
Lofo Deep Valley also noticed, and the unease and fear in his heart grew stronger.
He didn't know what was happening.
These wildlings seemed to have gone mad today.
Continuously assaulting the castle!
He took a deep breath, drew the longsword from his waist, its blade already chipped:
"Pass the order down! Everyone, prepare for battle!"
"Archers, conserve arrows, only shoot when they get close!"
"If anyone dares not fight with all their might! I will hang him!"
"Hang his entire family!!!" Lofo Deep Valley roared.
Although the soldiers resented Lofo Deep Valley's threats.
They had no choice; they weren't fighting for the Deep Valley family.
They were fighting for themselves!
Once the city fell!
They would surely die!
Wildlings were not normal people from Westeros!
The wildling attack began.
This time, they converged into a torrent.
Charging recklessly towards the city wall.
Arrows rained down, taking the lives of wildlings one by one.
But the subsequent wildlings stepped on the corpses of their comrades, getting even closer to the top of the wall.
They carried wooden ladders and continued to climb frantically.
One after another, they were propped against the city wall.
Arrows and stones continuously poured down, and screams rose and fell.
"Hold! Hold it for me!" Lofo Deep Valley swung his longsword.
He cut down a wildling climbing onto the city wall, hot blood splashing onto his face.
The battle had entered a fever pitch.
The wildlings seemed to have gone mad, fearless of death.
Although the defending soldiers on the city wall bravely resisted for their survival, under the tidal assault of the enemy.
They gradually became overwhelmed.
"Father! The eastern wall is about to give way!" Smallwood rushed over with a squad of soldiers to reinforce, his armor stained with blood.
"I know!" Lofo Deep Valley roared, kicking a wildling trying to climb up back down.
A huge crashing sound came from the city gate; it was the wildlings fiercely ramming the gate with a thick wooden battering ram.
Each impact made the entire gatehouse tremble.
"Quick! Reinforce the city gate!"
The soldiers used their bodies, wooden stakes, and everything they could find to prop up the crumbling city gate.
A wildling with a face full of burn marks roared and climbed onto the city wall.
"It's over!!" Lofo Deep Valley's heart turned cold.
Once the height advantage was lost, his conscripted soldiers were no match for the wildlings!
He watched his soldiers fall one by one.
More wildlings surged up, and the breach grew larger and larger.
Suddenly.
Lofo Deep Valley turned around.
He heard a sound!!
Everyone on the battlefield, whether the attacking wildlings or the defending soldiers.
Involuntarily stopped their actions and looked in the direction of the sound.
A long and clear horn blast suddenly came from afar.
Piercing through the clamor of the battlefield.
That horn sound was distinctly different from the wildlings' crude bone horns.
It carried a metallic penetration and majesty unique to it.
"Woo!!! Woo!!! Woo!!! Woo!!! Woo!!! Woo!!! Woo!!! Woo!!! Woo!!!"