The Winter of Ice and Fire Is Coming

Black castle, recruit school ground.

Fat Samwell Tully went to the arsenal to change clothes, but his waist was too thick, there was no armor he could wear in the arsenal, and his arms were too fat, and there was no practice shield he could fit in.

Donald Noy, the blacksmith in charge of the arsenal, can only take apart a breastplate first, then put him on the front and back, and tie it up with a leather cord through the keyhole so that his shoulders are not protected by leather armor. Can only protect his back and chest. His head is also too big, and although his own helmet can be worn in, it is inconsistent with the night watchman's black helmet, and the color of the entire breastplate is different, which is nondescript.

So he had to re-select the night watchman's helmet for Sam. In order to help him put on the helmet, Donald Noy had to remove the helmet's visor, and his face lost its protection. In a fight, a training sword hits the face, and the skin becomes ragged.

The handguards and leggings were even more difficult to tie up his fat hands and legs. There was no way, so they had to disassemble all the handguards and leggings again, put them on the back before, and then re-worn the leather rope to fix it.

In the schoolyard, the recruits had all trained two complete offensive and defensive swordsmanship. Everyone was resting before Samwell came out.

He moved slowly to the school ground, dragging the training sword in his hand, just like an innocent boy on the execution ground, his eyes flickered, and he winced. Everyone stared at him like a monster. His whole appearance was exploded. Ham, Sir Alisa Thorne, the one-eyed, didn't laugh, and no one dared to laugh.

"Master Snow." Sir Alisha Thorne had one-eyed as a blade. Since being threatened by the little devil, he really didn't dare to call Jon Snow a wild species, but called Master Snow. Snow is in the north. The last name of the illegitimate child, with the word adult after it, is full of irony and ridicule. Jon Snow hates the name to death, but there is nothing he can do. ."

Jon Snow came out with his sword. He just opened his posture, holding the sword in both hands, facing the enemy sideways, pointing the tip of the sword at Samwell, but Alisha Thorne smiled, "Okay, Master Snow, you retreat Next, Hod, you come and try the power of Sir Pighead. Be careful not to let Sir Pighead’s sword penetrate your leather armor."

Alisha Thorne laughed, the atmosphere eased, and everyone laughed lightly.

Hodder was born as a stonemason, tall and strong, a 16-year-old reckless teenager. His shots were not light or heavy, he was powerful but not flexible enough. He had not learned systematic swordsmanship and was full of loopholes in defense. When he is beaten by a strong hand, he will run away quickly, begging for mercy, but if you are worse than him, he will beat you fiercely and mercilessly.

Hod strode forward, before he raised the sword, the sword in Fat Sir's hand had been frightened. People who don't understand Hodder will really be frightened by seeing Hodder's size and fierce expression on his face. Especially those who have no fighting experience like Fat Sir.

Alisha and the recruits burst into laughter.

Only Jon Snow didn't laugh.

"Pick up your sword, Fat Sir." Alisha smiled, but his eyes were full of coldness.

When the fight started, everyone watched the one-sided fight. With just one sword, Hodder flew the sword in Fat Sir's hand and kicked Fat Sir down with one kick. His sword tapped on Fat Sir's face without a mask: "Get up, you are so big, don't you have any strength?"

Fat Sir dared not look at anyone, trembling all over, and shouted, "...I...surrender...I surrender..."

Alisha and the recruits laughed again.

"Hod, hit him until he gets up." Alisha shouted.

Hod raised his sword and tapped it on the fat man's shoulder: "Pick up your sword, Sir. Let's do it again."

"No, I surrender, please don't hit me again." The fat man was shaking all over.

Everyone couldn't laugh anymore, this fat man was really scared, not pretending. He is a real coward, so cowardly. Such a person, how can he be a night watchman at the Great Wall? The wolf howling outside the Great Wall will scare him to pee his pants.

Alisha cursed: "Hold, you just beat me with such a little strength, until Fat Sir stands up."

Hodder is a reckless young man, no one among the recruits is stronger than him, and Jon Snow is not as powerful as him. He immediately raised his sword and slashed fiercely. He heard a chuckle. The leather cords on Fat Sir's shoulders were cut off, and the black clothes and the inner lining were cut away because his shoulders were not protected by leather. The breastplates before and after getting fat couldn't close, and couldn't protect the shoulders. Everyone heard the sound of shoulder fractures.

Samwell let out a scream, just like the she-wolf who lost her cubs howling miserably.

In the meeting hall, Will frowned slightly. Commander-in-Chief Mormont also dimmed slightly. Officer Alisha Thorne became more cruel and ruthless after his reinstatement. This was not training recruits, it was torture.

The little devil smiled and said, "Bachelor Yimon, it seems that many of the brothers in black here are not satisfied with your changes. Lord Will, Commander Mormon, if you want to change a person’s habits in a short time It’s difficult. Similarly, it’s probably even harder to change the old law in the hearts of so many night watchers at once. If I were a night watchman, I would be very hostile to the wolf forest barbarians to come here to share a piece of the pie with me. Winter is coming, the night watch Can people’s food reserves for the winter keep so many people full and warm?”

"My people come down the mountain, and they will bring enough food for the winter, dwarf, otherwise you think we spent the winter on the mountain?" Tyron Ashes said coldly.

"What about the land? What about the dignity of the knight? What about the honor of the knight? Let them suddenly sit on an equal footing with the wolf-lin barbarians, hehe! He is still crushed by his might." The little devil smiled.

"Hit hard, hit him until he gets up." Alisha Thorne's smiling voice is actually very indifferent, like ice under the snow.

Huo De's second sword went down, slammed open the leather armor of Fatty's chest protector. Hodder's strength is really great.

The fat man was terrified, and the other party would not spare him. He climbed up and grabbed the training sword on the ground. Hodder slashed, the fat man closed his eyes to block, the sword slashed on his wrist, the training sword fell again, the armor on the wrist was also split, blood came out, and I don’t know if his wrist was broken. .

The fat man fell to the ground again, begging for mercy.

"Go on, Hod, hit until he stands up." Alisha's voice was as cold as a razor blade.

The recruits couldn't bear to watch.

This fat man is a real coward, a coward deliberately created by the Seven Southern Gods. No one has seen such a timid giant fat man.

"Enough!" A voice said coldly, "He needs a step-by-step system training. Before fighting, he should at least be taught how to hold a sword and how to block it."

Jon Snow stood up.

"Don't be impulsive." Piper whispered, and stretched out his hand to pull Jon Snow, but Jon Snow has already walked up: "Hold, look at him, his shoulder bone has been injured, his wrist is bleeding, you What is the honor of hitting him like this?"

Hod looked at Alisha Thorne, who had a pale face.

Jon walked over and helped Sam Weir up: "Come on, I'll take you to Bachelor Yimon."

"Let go of him," Alisha Thorne said sharply.

"Sir, even if you kill me, I won't let him go."

Cang!

The two drew out their swords at the same time, but Jon Snow had a training sword in his hand.