The Northern lords weren't like the ordinary, empty-headed soldiers. They gathered on horseback outside the Wall, watching the tens of thousands of men digging holes in the distant woods. They were confused. What was Lord Jason planning?
They sent men to ask, but Jason didn't want to waste time explaining. He just told them they would find out soon enough.
Back in the modern world, at the underground base for Fusion Trading, things were moving fast. It had only been three days, but the first batch of incendiary bombs was already finished. The military factory closest to Zheng City had produced them and shipped them by rail to the base warehouse.
Jason got the news as soon as he returned and went with General commander to the warehouse.
The bombs were perfect cubes, each one cubic meter, and they were piled high. Looking at them, Jason himself felt his scalp tingle. If these things went off by accident, it would be a massive international incident.
General commander didn't know what Jason was thinking. If he did, he might have slapped him.
"Mr. Jason, look," General said. "This cube bomb weighs 100kg and is completely controlled by electromagnetic signals."
He held up a remote control the size of a mobile phone, covered in digital buttons. "You just enter the password, and the remote sends a strong signal. All the bombs that receive it will detonate at the same time!"
General handed the remote to Jason.
Jason's legs felt weak as he took it. He felt like one clumsy move could blow up the whole warehouse and send him straight to the sky.
"Hahaha! Don't be afraid, Mr. Jason ," General commander laughed, patting him on the shoulder. Jason's face was pale. "It won't do anything without the password. I'll give you the code after you've set up the trap. Don't worry, these bombs are all safe!"
Jason managed an ugly, forced smile. "Ah... right."
The factory's efficiency was incredible. The first batch had 250,000 bombs, totaling 25,000 tons, all made in just three days.
Another 750,000 bombs were still being produced and would be done in less than a week. It would take a few days to bury all one million of them in the trap circle.
Luckily, the pits didn't need to be deep. They just had to be buried shallowly and covered with snow to hide the turned-over soil.
Jason was counting on the Night King's ignorance. He wouldn't expect modern explosives. Bombs didn't exist in Westeros, so the Night King would have no way to recognize the danger. It was the perfect blind spot.
When Jason returned to Castle Black with hundreds of thousands of bombs, there was no way to hide it. There were too many, and they all looked identical, straight off a production line.
The Northern lords heard that "Mr. Jason" had used his miraculous methods again to get thousands of boxy iron chests. They all left their meals and ran over to see what was happening.
Lord Manderly of White Harbor, clutching his large belly, looked completely shocked. "Lord Jason, where did you get all these iron boxes? What are they?"
The lords from Torrhen's Square, Bear Island, and Widow's Watch were all gathered around the bombs, their faces a mix of curiosity and fear.
All these boxes had appeared overnight. They hadn't seen any convoy arrive. So... where did they come from?
Jason knew this would scare them, but the situation was urgent. He didn't have time to worry about their feelings.
He had no intention of explaining. When the nobles asked, Jason just gave them a mysterious smile and said it was a secret.
Jason asked the nobles to follow him to the trap site. He personally showed the soldiers how to bury the bombs.
He had them carry a bomb to one of the meter-deep holes that had already been dug.
"Put a barrel of gasoline in the pit next to the bomb," he instructed. "Then, fill the hole with soil and cover the top with snow. We need to hide any sign that the ground was disturbed."
All the lords and soldiers watched this process with fascination.
After the demonstration, Jason ordered Jon, Kent, and Rubin to lead the soldiers and start burying the bombs.
The task was simple, and they only needed to see it once.
Tens of thousands of soldiers got to work, and the millions of holes they had dug were slowly filled.
To build everyone's confidence, Jason had brought a special incendiary bomb from the modern world—one with a simple lead wire detonator. He wanted to open the eyes of these Westerosi natives.
He chose a snowy area far away from the main trap circle. He instructed soldiers to bury the bomb, add a barrel of gasoline, and then run the lead wire several hundred meters back.
Everyone, including the lords, hid behind a wall of shields held up by soldiers, just in case.
Jason held the detonator in his hand. He looked at the bewildered nobles with a smile. "My lords, let me show you the power of a weapon that can kill hundreds of thousands of corpses!"
Before they could react, Jason pressed the red button.
BOOM!
A massive roar split the air. A blindingly hot fireball shot up into the sky, easily ten meters high.
A second later, the fireball ignited the gasoline barrel, which exploded into a much larger sea of fire, this one roaring dozens of meters high. The air was instantly filled with a sharp, pungent smell.
Even from hundreds of meters away, they could smell the gunpowder.
The sound and the sheer force of the fire left everyone stunned. They stared, open-mouthed, at the massive blaze burning in the distance. They were in a state of silent, horrified shock.
Is this a weapon that humans can even make?
This wasn't a weapon. This was the flame magic of a dragon.
For a long moment, everyone looked at Jason with a new kind of awe. This mysterious foreign lord was terrifyingly powerful.
The nobles couldn't help but imagine what would happen if one of those bombs exploded inside their own castles... they didn't dare to complete the thought.
The air was silent except for the roar and hiss of the distant, burning fire.
Soon, the lords realized what this meant. What Jason said was true. With thousands of these... these "bombs"... they could definitely burn all the ghouls to death. The crisis might actually be solved.
The ordinary soldiers were even more frightened. Their legs felt weak, and many of them collapsed to the ground. Their eyes were wide with terror, and they now looked at the remaining bombs as if they were snakes.
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