Therefore, he needed to give these people confidence, he was their source of victory. As long as he was there, these refugees, mercenaries, and remnants of the White-Maned Army would know they still had hope for victory.
Frey glanced at Bran with a complex expression, and only reluctantly stepped aside when she saw him nod.
Only then did Bran mount his horse with Char's assistance, but to be honest, the young man was so weak as he mounted that he doubted if he could even hold the reins tightly—he couldn't help but think that a few days ago, he was just an ordinary person, he didn't even know on what grounds he had to persist so stubbornly—but what surprised him even more was that with such immense willpower, he managed to stand on the horseback like a javelin.
As if to outsiders, this young general had merely changed to another horse after another victory.
