Viserys sat on the horse, grabbed the iron ring on the saddle with one hand, and leaned forward slightly.
However, the distance between the two was too far, several kilometers away. Viserys narrowed his lavender eyes, and the complex six-pointed star pattern loomed deep in his eyes.
He could only barely see that the other person was different from other Dothraki. He was unusually tall, rode the strongest war horse, and was surrounded by them. He should be the Khal of this khalasar.
Then he saw that Kaa pulled out a scimitar, pointed the tip of the sword straight at Ge Duohe in the distance, and seemed to roar in anger.
The Dothraki horse king asked the tribe to pour his anger with blood. He wanted to defeat the army led by the 'goatmen' and then sell them all to Slaver's Bay in exchange for sufficient weapons and food to strengthen his own army.
tribe.
"Ho ho ho—"
The Dothraki in the distance heard the order of their own Kaa, and at the same time raised the shining scimitars in their hands. Countless scimitars were like a forest of knives in the bright sunshine, and they let out an inexplicable howling sound like a wolf's howl.
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The Dothraki's ghostly screams were loud and could be heard for a long distance. Many of the Andalos army who had formed a formation and stayed in the abandoned city-state turned slightly pale when they heard the howls.
The Dothraki seem to be extremely good at this psychological attack tactic, creating fear all the time and playing with the enemy's mentality with applause.
It's like a pack of wolves surrounding a huge herbivore, constantly circling until the other party is frightened and exhausted, and finally the wolves swarm up and kill the prey.
But now the Dothraki's mind-attacking tactics seemed to have failed, and the commander of the Andalos army seemed to remain calm, without much commotion.
Therefore, the brave and fearless Kaa in this khalasar lost the patience to continue waiting, and decided to pounce on the prey's neck and bite open it himself.
immediately.
Following the horse king's order.
The overwhelming number of Dothraki on war horses, making inexplicable piercing howls from their mouths, waving scimitars and ropes in their hands, rushed towards Ge Dohe like a vast ocean erupting with a tsunami.
Rumble——
The sound of horse hooves was as deafening as thunder, and the black mass of cavalry gradually expanded from the end of the horizon, covering the field of vision of all Andalos soldiers.
Gulu——
Among the soldiers who formed a defensive formation to guard the intersection of dilapidated ruins, I don't know who swallowed the spit first.
However, at this moment, everyone felt a little dry, and even the fear had been temporarily forgotten. Their legs stood motionless, and now their brains were only blank, and they only knew how to clenched tightly.
Waiting for the final arrival of fate with the weapon in his hand.
"Enemy - attack -"
Although the confrontation has been going on for a long time.
However, there were still Andalos soldiers standing at the forefront who sounded the alarm, and the tone was even slightly off-kilter and became sharp and distorted.
But more of it was covered up by the sound of galloping horse hooves. The soldiers could feel the ground under their feet shaking slightly, and the stones even jumped up.
"Quick! Get into formation!"
The junior officers of Andalos were also managing their own queues, their hearts beating rapidly in their chests, preparing to welcome the first wave of Dothraki attacks.
"Spearmen!"
boom--
A row of soldiers holding their shields high set up a shield formation, and the spears from behind were caught in the gaps in the shields, consolidating into an airtight hedgehog formation like an iron barrel.
Facing the charge of the Dothraki, the battle formation that Andalus' army had been best at wiping out bandits, the Brotherhood, and conquering Rhoynar villages and towns finally revealed its most complete and ferocious state.
This is the most powerful test that the Andalus army has faced since its establishment.
"Ready! Prepare! Meet! The enemy!"
...
"唳——"
An eagle spreads its wings and flies in the sky, and its sharp eyes reflect the two armies below that are as clear and clear as the tide.
Viewed from the sky.
The army of Andalos formed an iron barrel formation like a hedgehog. Taking advantage of its geographical advantages, it took the lead in occupying the abandoned city-state of Ge Duohe. It guarded all roads and set up a strict defense formation.
The Dothraki, on the other hand, surged over like a tide, heading towards the main entrances of this ruined city.
Rumble——
The galloping horses rolled up a huge smoke dragon, and the endless Dothraki flocked to this abandoned city-state.
Hiding behind the shield formation, the Andal warriors and the Rhoynar soldiers who had just integrated in were tightly clutching the weapons in their hands, their hearts beating rapidly, and even their breathing became extremely heavy.
"The war has begun."
Everyone listened to the loud sound of thousands of horses galloping outside, which was gradually approaching, and the fear in their hearts was rising uncontrollably. Their throats rolled involuntarily, and they swallowed a mouthful of spit.
"Am I... going to die?"
A Rhoynar soldier who had just surrendered, holding a weapon in his hand and crying in his voice, was slapped on the head by the captain next to him.
"Shut up!"
At this time, everyone is very nervous. What they are most afraid of is that someone will affect the emotions of the people next to them, which will cause irreversible effects, but fortunately, they were stopped in time.
No one would face such a scene without feeling frightened and even wanting to turn around and run away.
But Andalos soldiers who have been in battle for a long time know very well that if they turn around and flee now, causing the entire army's formation to collapse, they will probably die faster.
At that time, the Dothraki's butcher's knives will harvest their fragile lives that are not worth mentioning without any hindrance. Those who surrender will be captured as slaves and will do hard labor or die in the gladiatorial arena for the rest of their lives.
The Dothraki who were rushing in soon were about to enter the shooting range of Andalos' archers.
"Archer!"
The grassroots officers responsible for commanding small-scale operations ordered the archers protecting the rear of the formation to draw their bows and set arrows.
"Prepare!"
Click, click, click——
All the archers of Andalus began to unfurl their bows and nock arrows, unstretched their bowstrings, and pointed them at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, preparing to carry out the first round of arrow rain projectile strikes to deal with the huge targets formed by the enemy groups.
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"put!"
Then there was a pause for a second, followed by the commander's order.
Bang bang bang——
Countless bowstrings burst out with sounds.
A large black mass of arrows flew into the sky, and then fell rapidly to form a sky-shielding rain of arrows, which rushed straight towards the Dothraki warriors who collided head-on.