The city gates of Pentos are already overcrowded, mostly refugees driven by the Dothraki.
Their homes were destroyed, their wealth was plundered, and they were forced to flee their homes. Driven by the Dothraki, they fled in a hurry towards Pentos like pigs being herded.
Many slow runners were killed by the Dothraki's bows, arrows and scimitars, and then they laughed loudly and spoke in obscure Dothraki language.
"Qoramae!"
Then he urged his horse forward and pulled a woman out from among the refugees, pulled her directly onto the horse's back, then slapped the horse's butt and drove away.
"Hello…"
"you…"
The woman's husband seemed to be an honest farmer and seemed to want to take his wife back.
However, before he could rush over, his throat was slit by two other Dothraki with scimitars.
puff
Blood spurted out.
The husband clutched his throat and watched helplessly as his wife was snatched away and then fell into a pool of blood.
Incidents like this continue to happen across this land.
These roaring warriors seem to be engaged in a killing game, and several Dothraki are not very fast either.
Riding a horse and pacing leisurely behind can drive hundreds of unarmed refugees to escape in the direction of Pentos.
From time to time, they would rush to kill a few slow-running 'goatmen', or they would use their bows and arrows to target people who were supporting each other with their families, but these people didn't even have the courage to fight back.
Now that the Dothraki army has arrived, a large number of people from towns near Pentos have been driven here.
This was one of the Dothraki tactics. Pentos would lose morale if he refused to accept these refugees, and would have to spend his own food reserves if he accepted them.
However, the Dothraki army was not far from here, and the desolate and melodious sound of horns could be heard in the distance.
But Viserys still resisted the pressure and opened the city gates wide to let these poor refugees escape into the city of Pentos.
The Dothraki who had driven away the refugees reined in their horses not far from the city gate.
Looking at the dark crowd of refugees crowding at the city gate, he laughed and provoked the Targaryen soldiers on top of the city.
He jumped off his horse and urinated on the city gate, letting them watch helplessly as he drew his bow and shot the refugees who fled towards the city gate one by one.
The Targaryen soldiers at the top of Pentos City, including the former mercenaries of the Wind Blowing Regiment, clenched their fists when they saw this.
"Fuck! These bastards!"
"I'm going to kill them!"
Will, who came from the woodland, held his sword tightly. Looking at the scene in front of him, he felt his blood rushing to the top of his head. He wished he could rush down and kill these damn bastards right now.
But at this moment.
Rumble
The side door next to the main gate of Pentos opened wide, and a group of fully armed Targaryen knights rushed out.
The Dothraki who drove the refugees were completely unprepared and suddenly encountered the Targaryen cavalry head-on.
Perhaps they didn't expect that these tin cans hiding in the stone houses would dare to rush out at this time.
You must know that the Dothraki army is behind them, and they are not far from Pentos now.
“Sho day tawakof!”
The Dothraki who drove away the refugees exclaimed, which is the Dothraki word for ‘men in iron clothes’.
However, although they were caught off guard, they were not afraid.
Instead of running away, he pulled out the arakh scimitar from his waist and came forward with a loud howl.
Rumble
In an instant.
The cavalry from both sides collided violently, making a huge noise instantly. Metal and iron collided, flesh and blood were squeezed together, and there were screams at the same time.
"Kill all these bastards!"
Wearing bright armor, a helmet on his head, and holding a long sword in his hand, Jon Clinton led the Targaryen knights to rush into the enemy formation and killed several Dothraki in succession.
Dang Dang Dang
The sounds of violent collision of gold and iron were mixed, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Although the Dothraki were proficient in riding skills, they still suffered a big loss in the head-on collision between cavalry. After all, the first priority in cavalry combat was speed.
The Targaryen knights came fiercely, but the roaring warriors of the Dothraki stopped their horses in place. When they saw someone rushing out, they drew their swords and faced them.
However, it instantly fell behind in terms of speed and impact.
Moreover, the Dothraki do not have any advantages in weapons and equipment. Their scimitars are difficult to split through the plate armor worn by Targaryen soldiers, and even the cut is just a white mark.
Then he was chopped down to the ground by a Targaryen soldier holding a sword in one hand and a shield in the other. In an instant, the horse's hooves trampled him into a mess of flesh.
Herod
The war horse neighed.
"Nakhi!"
"Os!"
The two sides had just engaged in battle.
The sounds of "stop" and "retreat" were instantly heard from the Dothraki formation.
Although the Dothraki are reckless, they are not fools. This kind of iron can is indeed difficult to deal with.
But not everyone in the Targaryen army is qualified to wear such iron cans.
This time, the Dothraki were able to obey the orders, and with the shouts of retreat, they retreated like a tide towards the main force of the distant army.
Jon Clinton, who had been covered in blood not long after the battle, took a few breaths, wiped the blood on his face, and watched the Dothraki flee into the distance without pursuing them.
But a wave.
"withdraw!"
"Let's go back to the city!"
Tap tap tap…
Then the group of Targaryen knights who had protected the refugees entering the city turned their horses and retreated towards the city of Pentos.
And at this time.
distance.
Woo
The desolate horn sound suddenly sounded loudly and continuously like the waves.
Rumble
Then the overwhelming Dothraki appeared in the eyes of the soldiers at the top of Pentos City.
at the same time.
beep
The horns on the top of Pentos also sounded, and the bells rang at the same time to warn the whole city.
"Close the city gate!"
The commander of the city conveyed the order.
"Close the city gate!"
The soldiers in charge of managing the city gate began to pull the rope, the winch made a loud creaking sound, and the city gate was slowly closing.
The refugees who had not yet had time to enter the city rushed towards the city gate like crazy.
Jon Connington and the knights he led to protect the refugees were even stopped at the end.
I could only watch helplessly as the Dothraki swept in from the distance like waves and gradually approached.
"Ho ho ho!"
The earth trembled under the horses' hooves, and a deafening howl sounded.
Jon felt like he could even smell the disgusting smell of the Dothraki.
"damn it!"
Then the man with long gray-red hair gritted his teeth slightly and pulled out the blood-stained sword again.
"brothers!"
"Turn the horse's head!"
"Prepare to meet the enemy!"
Jon Clinton said loudly.
Wow
All the Targaryen knights who left the city turned their horses and showed themselves as if they were looking forward to death.
However, before Jon could even say his final words to protect the people and retreat, he suddenly felt that the sky above his head had become gloomy in an instant.
Phew~
The fierce wind was howling and the dust was flying, making Jon feel a little embarrassed.
"This is…"
The next second.
A huge black shadow spread its wings and passed over the heads of the knights, swooping directly towards the Dothraki army in the distance.