After a long day of fighting during the day, night finally fell.
The Dothraki, who were as bloodthirsty and excited as if they were on stimulants, could no longer hold on any longer. Their howls gradually weakened, and fatigue gradually poured into their bodies. Their feet seemed to be stuck in mud, and they could not swing the scimitar in their hands.
beep--
Then, with the sound of retreat horns coming from behind the khalasar, all the Dothraki finally stepped into the afterglow of dusk, dropped the corpses on the ground and began to slowly retreat back.
The Andalos army was already exhausted and unable to pursue the retreating enemies. They could only watch the Dothraki retreat from the battlefield with numb and stiff eyes.
"doctor!"
"doctor!"
"Someone come quickly!"
In the ruined city-state of Ge Duohe.
The footsteps were chaotic, and groups of soldiers passed by in a hurry. The air was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and the wounded soldiers kept wailing, as if they were in seven levels of hell.
Viserys's body was also stained with blood, and some of the swords in his hands were curled. He gasped, and then threw it to the ground aside.
clang clang clang——
At the last moment of the war, when the Andalus army was on the verge of collapse, the little king personally took up the sword and went into battle to resist the last wave of Dothraki attacks, boosting the morale of the entire army.
In the end, he led the Andalos army to win the contest of wills between the two sides, and continued to take the initiative to attack. The Dothraki, who suffered extremely heavy losses, finally couldn't stand it any longer, and took the lead in blowing the horn of retreat, giving the Andalos people some breathing space on the verge of collapse.
opportunity.
Now that this highly tense string in the brain was finally relaxed, Andalus' soldiers felt intense fatigue welling up in their hearts, and fear and pain from injuries all came out at once.
The soldiers in the rear who had gone through a round of rest replaced the soldiers who had just withdrawn from the battlefield. Many people leaned on the wall or fell asleep next to the big tree. Some even found a piece of soft land and lay down on the ground again.
Don't want to get up.
Soldiers who were slightly injured were given boiling wine and cloth bandages to treat their wounds on their own, while soldiers who were seriously injured and missing arms and legs were either being rescued by doctors or being carried away by other soldiers to wait in a deserted place.
When death comes, don't let them affect other people's emotions.
now.
Click…
Viserys took off the armor on his upper body, and some of his usually flowing silver-gold hair was now felt, wet with sweat accumulated in the armor, and now clinging to his cheeks and back.
He was sitting alone on a stone in a ruined city, silently arranging his equipment. At the same time, he raised his head and looked at the purgatory-like appearance of the world around him. He didn't know what he was thinking.
At this moment, a voice sounded from behind him.
"This is the truest form of war, Viserys."
"It is not comparable to the encirclement and suppression of some villages and bandits."
Oberyn had also taken off his armor and wiped off the dirt all over his body. For the first time, fatigue appeared clearly in his eyes as dark as vipers.
Oberyn had been fighting at the forefront just now, and even briefly fought against Khal Drogo, stopping the opponent's arrogance.
However, in the chaotic battle formation, neither side could stretch their fists and could only be coerced by the general trend of the army.
In the end, amid the chaos of war, Khal Drogo withdrew from the frontline battlefield under the protection of his bloodriders, and the fight between the two men came to an abrupt end.
By the time Viserys personally went into battle, the war had come to an end. The Dothraki had only the last wave of madness left. Khal Drogo had already retreated to the rear under protection, and the two did not meet face to face.
"Well, you're right."
Viserys heard Oberyn's voice and raised his head slightly to look at him.
Then he lowered his head, took off the greaves on his legs, and threw them to the ground.
"But why do you suddenly appear from behind me every time?"
Viserys even suspected that Oberyn deliberately walked in a circle every time he saw him.
Just to...scare yourself?
His words obviously made the Dornish prince's cheeks stiffen slightly, and then he helplessly shrugged his shoulders.
"Trust me it's just a coincidence."
Then they sat side by side on the stone next to him and turned their heads to look at the little king.
"However, I feel relieved to see that you are not frightened by the horror of this war."
Oberyn's words were obviously meant as a joke. Viserys had witnessed the horrors of war since he was very young. He had already killed several people with his own hands when he was seven or eight years old. Naturally, he would not be frightened at this time.
Lose.
However, Oberyn was also reminding Viserys in a joking way not to be dazzled by the horrors of the war and to maintain the most basic calmness.
Although Viserys is young, he has become the backbone of the entire Targaryen interest group and the most indispensable person.
Neither Rhaenys nor Daenerys can replace Viserys' important role in this interest group, which is why King Robert has been deliberately trying to kill him.
The reason why Oberyn stayed in Andalos was that he hoped to one day avenge his sister, and this hope became more and more real as Viserys grew older and Andalos grew stronger.
However, Viserys just shook his head at Oberyn's concern, and he was naturally not frightened.
"I'm just thinking about how to win this battle."
Even if the connection of fate is put aside, the khalasar will become the most powerful on the Dothraki sea in the future, and the conflict between Viserys and Drogo will not be simply disconnected.
"We have to find a way to kill this guy!"
finally.
The little king clenched his fist slightly and made up his mind.
...
distance.
A man with bronze skin and a strong build sat upright on a black war horse. His upper body was naked and his muscles were exposed. His long braids were tied with small bells that made a soft sound in the wind.
He had a pair of deep black eyes. He stood on a high place on horseback and looked at the battlefield in the distance. There was no wave in his eyes. Then he raised his hand and made a sound similar to 'hum'.
The expression was very simple but the meaning was clear, and the bloodrider Koholo who followed him naturally knew Khal Drogo very well. Koholo was his father's old subordinate, and he had been with Drogo when he was young.
Rescued him from the hands of mercenaries.
Then the short, fat, somewhat bald man with a set of broken teeth nodded slightly, turned his horse's head and ran downwards.