Wildlings get closer in their attack on the wall protecting their archers with mantlets.
The hardest part of this sketch was having to look up what a mantlet was. However, even after knowing what to draw, considering the size of the Wall, I don’t know how well these real-world tactics would apply.
Already their archers were stealing forward, pushing their rolling mantlets. “Here come our breakfast arrows,” Pyp announced cheerfully, as he did every morning. It’s good that he can make a jape of it, Jon thought. Someone has to. Three days ago, one of those breakfast arrows had caught Red Alyn of the Rosewood in the leg. You could still see his body at the foot of the Wall, if you cared to lean out far enough. Jon had to think that it was better for them to smile at Pyp’s jest than to brood over Alyn’s corpse. Jon pg 947
