Jon didn't know how many words he said, how many orders he gave, and how many savages he killed in the night. He only knew that when dawn came, his hands were completely paralyzed. His bent fingers had lost their ability to move and could only bite them with their teeth to slightly change their posture. Bai Ling came over and asked Jon to put his hands under its fur and warm them with his body temperature. There was no way to use his hands, so Jon could only lean down and bite a bit of snow on the ground, and put it in his mouth.

"Give it, Jon, have some hot wine." Sam's voice rang out from his ears. Jon turned around and spit out the broken ice in his mouth, wanting to say thank you. But his throat hurt so hard that he couldn't make any sound, so in the end he didn't say anything, just asked Sam to raise the wine pot and pour it into his mouth.

Sam's mouth was shaking violently, and his hands were so, so a lot of warm wine spilled into Jon's neck. It didn't matter, it was soaked in sweat, frozen, and melted again, and it was repeated many times, so it didn't matter if there was more wine. "Master Yimeng came up, and he said he wanted to see you."

Jon quickly wiped his mouth and said in a hoarse voice: "Take me there quickly. Why... have you... let the old man come up?"

Sam's face had a painful expression similar to crying, "Master Yimeng said he must come up and see the savage army, but I can't persuade him. His eyes are already big, and he can't see it even when it's dark, so it's not a big problem."

Master Yimeng stood with the base of the trencher, trying to squint his eyes and look out. He saw Jon and smiled at him: "Come here, your hand needs to be changed and the medicine is reapplied. I guess you can't move now, right?"

"It's okay, you can still draw bows and shoot arrows, no problem."

"Then you have to think about it too. After all, you can't just pull the bow, but also use a sword." Master Yimeng said: "Stop talking nonsense, reach out."

Jon obediently did it. When he unbuttoned the bandage, he felt that his skin seemed to be about to be removed, and bursts of heart-wrenching pain. He looked at Master Yimeng. The old man's eyes were no longer so turbid, but the tired look brought by that age was always there. "Master Yimeng, do we have the future?"

"I'm afraid I'm gone, but you must have it. You're still young." Master Emon took the ointment and applied it to Jon's hand, and then rubbed it hard. The dry skin and wrinkled skin kept rubbing until it was hot. "As long as you are young, there will be futures. Even the savages will have futures."

Jon lowered his head and held back the sob, "I'm sorry," he said, wiping his eyes with his fingers: "I'm sorry, I've let you down."

"You did a great job, we were never disappointed, at least I didn't, and neither did Sam." The old man stretched out his hand, rubbed Jon's black hair, and pulled it hard. "What a good guy, all of them are good guys."

"But, I brought back a woman...savage. She and I..." Jon's throat hurt. He wanted to say love, but he couldn't say it.

"I can see that you two are in love. I want me to say that breaking your oath is a mistake, but loving each other is never a mistake. There are so many people I have loved." Master Yimeng said: "Don't look at me now, but when I was young, I was also a prince, and the smartest and most casual one. I have loved the fragrance of flowers in spring, the passion of summer, the plumpness of autumn, and the coldness of winter, and they all love me. Now, I love you, love this cold city wall, and love the people on both sides of this city wall. Love is never wrong."

Jon said in surprise: "On both sides of the Great Wall? Master Yimeng, do you love savages too?"

Master Emon smiled, bent down and took the bandage from Sam's hand, and slowly wrapped around Jon's hand: "Child, my master once told me that a person can only hear one voice in his life, that is, the echo of his own soul. So Jon, the key is not what he hears from me, but what your heart wants to say. What you hear from me is just your voice. What you think?"

"I...I think..." Jon closed his eyes and opened it again with strength and determination. "I think the savages are not our real enemy, the White Walker is! Although we cannot let the savages climbing the wall win, if the White Walker wins, then our efforts today will still be in vain!"

Master Emon bent Jon's fingers over and clenched them into fists. "What a pair of young and powerful hands, recovering so quickly." He asked Sam to help him stand up straight, "Okay, I'm going to see the other wounded people. Jon, Arisha and the others are planning to freeze the passage."

"No!" Jon had figured out the key, so he said, "If all the savages were in the north, they would all become corpses and white ghosts! They could not seal the door! I would rather fight stupidly than die because of laziness! I must go on here! Master Yimon, come and command. You have devoted your whole life to the Great Wall, and people will follow you."

"I am a bachelor who swore a jealous necklace, and my duty was to serve, Jon. Our bachelor gave advice, not orders."

"Someone has to..."

"And you, you must lead everyone and make a choice. Remember, Colin, the Broken Palm, chose you, and Commander-in-Chief Mormon, let you be his official. You are the child of Winterfell, the nephew of Banyang Stark, you are the night watcher, and the brothers believe in you." Master Emon patted Sam's fat back of his hand: "I just need to command him one."

Jon nodded and no longer hesitated. He looked outside the city wall and the savages began to retreat. Although not all, this was a good sign after all. I remember my father once said that as long as a savage starts to retreat, they will eventually retreat.

Mansred may be able to organize an offensive again, but that will be the next time. This time, the Night Watch won the first breath-holding game with the Freedom People and got a hard-won opportunity. The Night Watch was scarred, and the Freedom People were even more. Mansred now knows that a strong attack on the Great Wall cannot win. The advantage of the number of people will be completely flattened by the tall and cold Great Wall on the front battlefield.

So Jon knew that the next time he wanted to win would not be as simple as this time. The battle would not happen in the front, but in other places. Apart from the front, the Night Watcher had no advantage anywhere. Even if the city gate was frozen, it would still not change the situation, and it would only allow the Night Watcher to sit and wait for death. For them, there was only one opportunity left, and this opportunity needed a city gate that could lead to the north.

He called the melancholy Eddie. "Eddie, you are the calmest among all. Priority is given to destroying siege weapons and attacking giants. For the savages climbing the wall, use ice scythes, and for the area outside the city gate, use oil to form a fire zone. I want to go to the city gate below, the Great Wall is yours!"

"My?" The sorrow on Eddie's face was like the unsolvable ice.

"Look at it and keep it." Jon jumped onto the cage, pulled the bell, let the mule below move, and then slowly went down. He looked down at the earth again, looking down at the black castle he regarded as his home. He had figured it out that in order to truly protect the Great Wall of Desperateness and become an insurmountable obstacle to prevent the White Walker from moving south, he had to negotiate with the Wild. Night watchers need manpower, and Wild people need a safe home, and both have a common enemy: White Walker.

If you can talk, then talk, but what if you can't? Jon tightly held the "long claw". If you can't talk, then you have to let the Night Watch win, not the Savage. Mans Red organized a large army, and he was the key to everything. He used to be the Night Watcher, understanding the things on the city walls, understanding the tactics and weaknesses of the Night Watcher. If you get rid of him, the Savage will fall apart. Maybe at that time some of the Savages will surrender to the Night Watcher, maybe... maybe there is one in ten thousand hope that the Night Watcher will accept their surrender and strengthen their strength.
Chapter completed!