This time, Old York did not continue to drowse but accepted the risk-free task of digging up the riverbanks.
While this might not earn him any merit, it would also prevent him from being held accountable.
At Jon's request, they departed almost immediately, heading to the designated location to 'do civil engineering'.
Then Jon would set off with the remaining two hundred men and Lelan Horode.
Tormien was naturally brought along.
Although he was not very bright, he was a heavy cavalry knight and no worse than anyone else in a charge.
Of course, Jon would not rely solely on these men to scout the enemy; his trump card was still the Golden Finger.
Only with this could he ensure foolproof reconnaissance.
Jon directly added his last remaining upgrade points to Gods Perspective.
In an instant, the blue entry turned purple.
Jon's perception range also greatly increased.
The perception diameter expanded from one or two kilometers to seven or eight kilometers.
Using the ability gained from the upgraded entry, Jon surveyed the Northern army he was with.
First, to the west was The Twins, and because there was a castle, he could not determine how many people were inside.
But those patrolling the walls numbered roughly over two hundred.
Then there was the northern part of the Northern army.
Roose Bolton claimed he brought over four thousand five hundred men from Dreadfort, but Jon found there were actually only about three thousand seven hundred.
It's worth noting that Robb, to prevent Roose Bolton from having no cavalry at all, did not take away any of his cavalry.
'Cunning old fox!'
Jon muttered to himself, then looked at the other armies in the encampment.
For example, the Blackwoods and the Seaworths, the numbers they brought were also slightly lower.
'Who said Northerners were honest? These Northerners are very calculating.'
However, as Jon observed, he found that this was not always the case.
For example, House Karstark's soldiers were not only at full strength but even slightly exceeded it.
The reason might be that they did not include auxiliary personnel.
Greatjon's House Umber was also the same.
Of course, this was a drawback of armies in a purely feudal period.
Liege lords summoned vassals, vassals summoned their knights, and knights summoned soldiers.
These soldiers were temporarily reorganized according to wartime needs.
Their coordination with each other was actually quite mediocre.
There was no way around this; it was determined by the political system of Westeros.
Finally, Jon estimated that within ten to five kilometers, he could determine the approximate number of enemies.
And within five kilometers, he could accurately grasp the number and status of enemy troops.
A diameter of ten kilometers was wide enough for an army of twenty thousand to march.
This was his confidence in taking on this mission and daring to divide his forces to dig the river channel.
There were still about ten days until the next upgrade points refreshed, and Jon planned to continue adding them to the Gods Perspective entry.
But for now, it was enough.
Soon, Jon's soldiers were ready, and he met up with Tormien and Lelan Horode.
"Ser Hodor."
"Jon."
After they met, Lelan Horode scrutinized Jon with his excessively green eyes, as if searching for some 'Targaryen' features on him.
Fortunately, there were none.
Especially the crow standing on the horse's back attracted more attention than Jon himself.
"You know how to train ravens?" Lelan Horode used the raven as a conversation starter.
"Learned it from the Lord Commander," Jon casually fudged, and said that his raven could find people, so they could use the raven to communicate later.
This greatly surprised Lelan Horode.
After exchanging greetings, the two set off together.
Along the way, Lelan Horode conversed with Jon under the guise of imparting experience.
"If you encounter patrolling soldiers, the best choice is to avoid them, not to engage in direct conflict."
Listening to his narration, Jon felt very reassured to have an experienced hand by his side.
His advice was very useful.
After all, ordinary people cannot determine if the enemy patrol soldiers in front of them are all there are, or if there might be others nearby.
If there were, their movements would be discovered.
The reconnaissance mission would be ruined.
However, for Jon, this was not a problem.
As a 'human radar', he could perceive the surrounding situation better than the enemy.
Therefore, annihilation became his preferred option.
Throughout the journey, as he conversed with Lelan Horode, Jon gradually determined that he had no ill will.
He simply wanted to sound him out, to see if Jon knew about his own parentage.
Soon, two days after leaving The Twins, Jon discovered a small cavalry squad about six or seven kilometers to the southwest.
However, they were not patrolling, but... through the information transmitted by the Golden Finger, Jon clearly perceived their state—
Excited, brutal.
Mixed with them were not only soldiers but also innocent Riverlands commoners.
They separated the men and women into two groups.
The men were locked in one house, and the women were locked in another.
The Westerlands soldiers waited eagerly outside the doors, waiting for their companions ahead to finish their depravity before it was their turn.
Longswords and armor became the scales and claws of demons.
The cries of the innocent became a symphony from hell.
These people were wantonly raping, plundering, and pillaging.
Jon wanted to save these people.
So he quickly used Warging to summon Ghost.
Lelan Horode, seeing Jon and his wolf, heard the other Winterfell soldiers whispering:
"At a time like this, he's still interested in playing with his wolf."
"Indeed, I thought we would be able to act independently by following him, at least not having to participate in thankless tasks."
"And he trains others to walk, as if no one knows how to walk."
The soldiers behind Jon murmured with dissatisfaction.
However, disobeying Jon's orders was certainly not an option.
Not to mention his relationship with Robb, his martial arts skills alone made him formidable.
Most of these soldiers, like Old York, had already resigned themselves to their bad luck.
But what Jon said next greatly surprised Lelan Horode and the soldiers:
"There's a squad of Westerlands cavalry in the village ahead. A few of you stay and keep an eye on them. I'm going to scout deeper. If there are no other enemies around, I'll come back and take them out!"
Hearing Jon say this, everyone was startled.
They looked at Jon's wolf with astonishment, never expecting a Direwolf to be so intelligent, capable of reporting military intelligence to its master.
At this point, Lelan Horode stepped forward to stop him: "Jon, do you remember what I told you?"
"I remember, Ser Hodor, but Ghost told me those Westerlands soldiers are ravaging innocent commoners."
"What?"
Lelan Horode looked at Ghost with some disbelief, thinking, 'Are you a man in wolf's clothing?'
How could you be so smart?
Ultimately, Jon stated that they could scout first to ensure there were no other enemies around before acting.
And Lelan Horode also felt Jon's'sense of justice,' which was very similar to Eddard's, greatly increasing his goodwill.
It's worth noting that before taking on the mission, Jon had made a 'military pledge'.
If the reconnaissance failed, he would be beheaded!
He was willing to take such a risk to save people, so his character must be good.
Since that was the case, he would look out for him more on the battlefield.
Finally, Lelan Horode agreed to Jon's suggestion.
And Jon also used his raven to summon other surrounding reconnaissance teams, requesting them to come and encircle those Westerlands soldiers.
Passing the village, Jon and Lelan Horode continued to scout carefully.
Through Gods Perspective, Jon could not only see the enemy's targets but also the devastated Riverlands, ravaged by the Westerlands army.
Tywin's ruthlessness was not only reflected in his attitude towards his enemies.
As long as it could retaliate against the enemy, he did not care about others' opinions.
For example, letting the Mountain rape and murder Rhaegar's wife Elia, and smash their son, little Aegon, to death.
For example, allowing his subordinates to torture and kill Rhaegar's daughter Rhaenys... and letting the Mountain rampage through the Riverlands goes without saying.
Of course, he himself was also keen on establishing authority through massacres.
If such a person were truly allowed to control the fate of Seven Kingdoms, then when the Night King arrived in the future, it would be hard to say whether the oppressed commoners would choose to become wights or live under Tywin's rule.
After a quick reconnaissance, Jon confirmed that there were no more Lannister soldiers in the vicinity, so he signaled the other reconnaissance teams around.
At this time, the Westerlands soldiers, having finished their depravity, were still grilling food with relish.
They had been rampaging in the Riverlands for several months and had never encountered any decent resistance.
It was normal for their vigilance to be low.
After all, they were a feudal army; one should not imagine them to be too rigorous.
Even modern armies find it difficult to remain clear-headed after a string of victories.
Little did they know, they were now being watched by a Direwolf dyed brown.
The surrounding Northern soldiers were quietly closing in.
"What do you plan to do?" Lelan Horode asked.
"I'll lead the charge, and you command them."
Listening to Jon's resolute tone, Lelan Horode thought to himself:
'Eddard, I will definitely protect this child.'
So he watched as Jon led a dozen Winterfell soldiers to sneak up.
Ghost, dyed brown, charged like lightning and tore open the throat of a Westerlands soldier.
As they scrambled to retaliate, Jon had already rushed out, wielding two swords.
The Westerlands soldiers, still eating, stumbled and crawled, trying to retrieve their weapons that they had set aside.
But it was too late; the moment Jon burst out, all the surrounding soldiers also revealed themselves.
Without any superfluous steps like calling for surrender, under the impact of Jon's unparalleled martial arts, the Westerlands soldiers, who had just been rampaging and indulging their depravity, had no power to fight back.
And Jon's speed in charging was far beyond Lelan Horode's imagination.
The swords in his hands seemed to be a part of him.
This reminded Lelan Horode of that formidable opponent—Arthur Dayne.
'You'd best never know your true parentage.'
Such a thought popped into Lelan Horode's mind.
In his opinion, Jon did not lack strategy, and at such a young age, he possessed such skill.
If he were to know his true identity, then Seven Kingdoms would likely be plunged into another terrible war.