As Toren looked at the confident expression on Lynn's face, the unease in his heart was gradually replaced by a strange sense of trust.
He didn't know what Lord Lynn's specific plan was.
But he knew that as long as he followed Lord Lynn, he would surely win!
Loyalty and trust in one's superior is the duty of every soldier!
"Yes, My Lord!"
Toren nodded heavily and turned to quickly relay the orders.
Lynn refocused his gaze on the valley.
Night was slowly falling.
The bonfires in the valley grew brighter and brighter.
The clamor of the Wildlings also gradually subsided.
A hunt was about to begin.
This time, Lynn and his men were the hunters.
Those seemingly powerful Wildlings were the lambs to be slaughtered.
Lynn lay prone in the snow.
In his mind, a bold and crazy plan slowly took shape.
The night was as deep as ink.
In the Haunted Forest, only the whimpering of the wind through the treetops remained.
In the valley, the clamor of the Wildling Tribe had completely subsided.
Most of the bonfires had died out, with only a few scattered piles still burning, casting a dim, flickering light.
The vast majority of Wildlings had returned to their shanties, built from animal hides and bones, and fallen into slumber.
Only a few Wildlings on night watch, clutching crude stone spears and wrapped in heavy animal hides, leaned against their tents, dozing.
All was silent.
This was the moment Lynn had been waiting for.
On the ridge, Lynn and his hundred elite Northern soldiers had assembled.
Everyone wore light leather armor, blending seamlessly with the night.
Each soldier's breathing was deliberately kept extremely light.
"Is everyone ready?"
Lynn asked in a low voice.
"Ready, My Lord!"
Toren responded in a hushed tone.
Behind him, twenty archers had already nocked arrows dipped in potent poison onto their bowstrings.
The black arrowheads gleamed with a faint, chilling light under the weak starlight.
"What about the traps?"
Lynn asked again.
"All have been set up."
Another squad leader replied.
"The exit of the valley is now a death trap."
"They are guaranteed to enter and never return."
Lynn nodded with satisfaction.
His gaze swept over the young and resolute faces before him.
"Listen."
Lynn's voice was not loud, but it was filled with unquestionable authority.
"Our goal is not to fight them head-on."
"Our mission is to create chaos, to spread fear."
Lynn pulled out several small packages wrapped in oilcloth from his Pregnant.
He handed one of them to Toren.
"What is this?"
Toren took it, feeling a powdery substance inside.
"A small gift from Maester Aemon."
A cold curve formed at the corner of Lynn's mouth.
"Throw them into those still burning bonfires..."
Lynn didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was already clear.
It was a herbal powder concocted by Maester Aemon.
It could produce a large amount of thick smoke and had a slight numbing effect.
"I understand, My Lord."
Toren's eyes lit up.
"Archers, divide into four groups."
Lynn continued to deploy.
"From four different directions, dip your arrows in lamp oil, ignite them, and then fire them in volleys."
"Remember, do not aim at specific people."
"Your main targets are the tents, the stacked supplies, anything that can catch fire and cause panic."
"After three rounds of arrows, retreat immediately; do not linger in combat."
"The remaining men, divide into two teams."
Lynn turned to Toren and another captain named Harvey.
"You two lead your teams and launch a simultaneous surprise attack from both sides of the valley."
"Remember, do not go deep."
"Rush in, cut down a few tents, kill a few unlucky Wildlings, and then immediately withdraw."
"Your mission is to make them run around like headless chickens."
Lynn clearly outlined every detail of the entire plan in everyone's minds.
"And I..."
Lynn's gaze pierced through the darkness, landing on the huge bearskin tent in the center of the valley.
"I will go and meet their leader."
"My Lord, that's too dangerous!"
Toren immediately objected.
"You're going alone? No! I'll take a team to protect you!"
"No need."
Lynn shook his head.
"Too many people make it easier to be exposed."
"You just need to follow my plan and turn the entire camp upside down."
"When they are in utter disarray, that will be the best time for me to act."
Lynn patted Toren's shoulder.
The strength radiating from Lynn's hand inexplicably lessened Toren's worries.
"Trust me."
Toren looked at Lynn's eyes, which were still astonishingly bright in the dark night, and nodded heavily.
"Yes, My Lord!"
"Action!"
At Lynn's command.
One hundred Northern soldiers silently slid down the ridge.
They split into several groups, silently surrounding the sleeping valley.
Lynn, alone, was the fastest and most agile.
He was like a shadow lurking in the snow, quickly approaching the center of the valley.
The Light Sword skill not only brought an improvement in swordsmanship but also a comprehensive mastery of body coordination and agility.
Soon, Lynn had stealthily moved into a shadow less than fifty paces from the bearskin tent.
He could smell the odor emanating from the tent.
A foul smell mixed with animal hides, sweat, and cheap ale.
He could even hear the heavy snores coming from inside.
Lynn looked up at the ridges on both sides of the valley.
The time was almost right.
Suddenly.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Dozens of burning arrows, with a sharp whistling sound, rained down from the sky.
They were not aimed at the Wildlings on watch, but precisely landed on the supplies piled with hay and animal hides, as well as on the flammable tents.
The arrowheads dipped in lamp oil instantly ignited everything around them.
Flames shot skyward!
Immediately after, Toren and Harvey's teams, like two sharp daggers, fiercely plunged into the Wildling Tribe's camp from both sides of the valley.
"Kill!"
The earth-shattering shouts of battle ripped through the quiet night sky.
The sleeping Wildling Tribe was instantly awakened.
Piercing screams, cries of agony, and curses echoed in a cacophony.
Countless naked Wildlings rushed out of their tents, their faces filled with terror and bewilderment.
They didn't know where the enemy came from, nor how many there were.
They only saw fire everywhere in the camp, and arrows whistling through the air.
The thick smoke ignited by the herbal powder rapidly spread throughout the camp.
The pungent smell caused many Wildlings to cough violently.
Their eyes streamed with tears, and their minds began to grow hazy.
The entire tribe was in complete chaos.
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