"Wooo—"
The dull blast of a horn tore through the silent night.
It also startled Samwell, who had not fallen asleep.
He sprang up from the ground and roared:
"Form up! Form up!"
After a brief moment of panic, the recruits quickly lined up beside Samwell.
Discipline and order had been the core of Samwell's training for the past four months.
Through constant emphasis and endless repetition, it had finally seeped into their blood, becoming something akin to muscle memory.
Under the hazy moonlight, Samwell could already see dark shadows appearing along the paths leading in and out of the valley.
The savages had really taken the bait.
After hearing the horn, the savages knew they had been discovered. They no longer bothered to hide their intentions and instead let out strange, piercing howls:
"Aoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh—!"
For a moment, the howling echoed throughout the valley, waking countless sleeping beasts and birds.
It also shook everyone in the camp—
Too many savages!
Under the cover of night, it was impossible to see exactly how many there were, but judging from the voices and momentum alone, there were likely thousands of them!
Could such a huge disparity in numbers really be held back?
Samwell stood atop the small mound at the mouth of the valley, staring at the dense black shadows charging toward him like a tide. Yet his heart was incomparably calm.
So calm that it surprised even himself.
Calm in the face of great events.
This was a mental state he had never expected to possess in his previous life.
Yet after transmigrating to this world, he had somehow grasped it.
The last time he decided to kill Carter, he had hesitated. Even after the deed was done, he still felt fear, panic, even disgust.
But when he faced Carter hanging upside down before him, his mind had been utterly calm. Even when Todd Buddha charged at him with a roar, he could kill without the slightest hesitation.
This time was the same.
Before the battle, he had tossed and turned in worry—worried about gains and losses, worried that Todd would truly betray him, worried that he had misjudged the number of wildlings, worried that four months of military training would turn out to be a joke, worried that he would die tragically on some nameless mound before even having a chance to play out this "Game of Thrones"…
But when the dark mass of savages rushed toward him, Samwell suddenly became completely focused.
At this moment, all hesitation, worry, and fear vanished.
Only one thought remained in his mind—
Fight to the end!
"Release!"
At Samwell's command, the soldiers shoved down the rolling stones and logs they had prepared in advance.
Boom—! Boom—!
Driven by gravity and inertia, the stones and logs thundered down the slope one after another, smashing heavily into the savage ranks that had just rushed into the valley.
In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and screams rose without end.
This preemptive strike dealt a brutal blow to the savages' arrogance, and at the same time eased the nerves of the recruits who had just entered the battlefield.
"Raise shields!" Samwell's voice rang out again.
The soldiers in the front row reflexively planted their massive wooden shields in front of them, staring tensely at the savages charging up.
Under the moonlight, the ferocious faces of the savages were already clearly visible.
Fear was unavoidable in their hearts, but none of them retreated.
Because their comrades were behind them.
Because their lord was behind them.
For more than four months, Samwell had not taught them complicated combat techniques. He had only made them repeat the simplest, most basic movements over and over again. His only demand was that they be orderly, unified, and absolutely obedient to commands!
Countless dull repetitions had forged these movements into muscle memory. No matter how nervous or frightened they were, once they heard an order, their bodies would subconsciously carry out the tactical action.
Individually, each of these recruits had fatal flaws—their movements were stiff, inflexible, rigid, and monotonous…
But once they formed up in ranks, they became terrifying killing machines!
Even Samwell himself might not fully understand what such a disciplined and orderly army meant on a battlefield in the era of cold weapons.
And tonight, deep within the Crimson Mountains, this fledgling army would bare its fangs for the very first time.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Many of the front-row recruits clenched their teeth, some even shut their eyes, planting their feet firmly as they struggled to withstand the first wave of impact from the wildlings.
Fortunately, the wooden shields did not break.
This was no surprise.
Although wooden shields were not particularly strong, the weapons of the savages were even worse.
Living deep in the Crimson Mountains, they had no way of mastering advanced smelting techniques. Iron weapons were extremely rare among them. Most wielded crude arms—stone hammers, wooden spears, animal teeth.
On top of that, they were attacking uphill, further reducing their killing power.
Samwell watched everything coldly and issued his second command:
"Thrust!"
Swish! Swish! Swish!
The spearmen hiding behind the shield-bearers immediately drove their spears forward through the gaps between the shields!
Chi! Chi! Chi!
The sound of spearheads piercing flesh rang out repeatedly.
After several rounds of spear thrusts, the savage ranks charging into the valley thinned dramatically.
"Draw blades!"
At Samwell's third command, the soldiers in the rear ranks drew their long knives, stepped past the spearmen and shield-bearers, and hacked at the still-screaming savages.
After a round of finishing blows, before the next wave of savages could rush up, the sword soldiers immediately withdrew back into formation, and the shield-bearers once again raised their shields to meet the next impact.
The cycle repeated again and again.
After several rotations, Samwell saw signs of exhaustion among the soldiers and immediately ordered:
"First group, fall back! Second group, take over!"
Because the terrain at the valley entrance was narrow, Samwell had already divided his troops into three groups, rotating them in battle.
Naturally, the weapons and tactical arrangements of each group were exactly the same.
Raise shields.Thrust spears.Draw blades.
Monotonous. Repetitive. Extremely boring.
But terrifyingly effective.
Not long after the battle began, a thick layer of savage corpses already carpeted the slope at the mouth of the valley.
Even these first-time recruits were shocked by the amount of damage they were dealing.
Of course, this was their first real battle. Nervousness and mistakes were inevitable. But even so, it was difficult for the wildlings to inflict much harm on them—especially with the layer of leather armor protecting their bodies.
Excellent equipment. Favorable terrain. Seamless cooperation. Reasonable tactical arrangements. Samwell's calm command on the battlefield.
With each rotation, the recruits grew more skilled and more confident.
Blood dyed their bodies red, washing away their greenness.
In truth, the process for a recruit to become a veteran was that simple—
Experience a battle.Kill an enemy.Survive.
The hundred-plus recruits Samwell had gathered from the Mande River Wharf were undergoing exactly such a transformation.
As time passed, their movements became more unified, more concise, more efficient.
No matter how fiercely the savages charged, they were still unable to shake this seemingly thin line of defense. All they could do was leave behind corpses at the valley entrance.
The thick stench of blood filled the entire valley.
Under Samwell's command, the soldiers on the mound seemed to have fused into a single machine built solely for slaughter.
Life was its fuel.Blood was its lubricant.And the fear of its enemies was its greatest glory.
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