Chapter two hundred and sixty-eight success or failure in one fell swoop
The Targaryen army gathered outside the military camp, with flags of three-headed fire dragons fluttering in the wind. The soldiers lined up neatly, with bright armor, and shouted loud slogans.
"drink!"
"drink!"
The Dothraki in the distance gradually walked out of their simple camps.
The Dothraki camps are extremely simple, without even wooden walls, just some animal skin tents, and some pits dug in the ground to make fires. Many Dothraki can't even make tents, they just build a straw
Sleep on the floor.
However, sleeping like this is okay during the long summer, but now that winter has arrived, although it is not that cold here in Ge Duohe, the temperature has still dropped sharply.
This is at a higher latitude than the warm Dothraki Sea.
Therefore, ordinary Dothraki people do not feel that comfortable. Although they will not freeze to death, there are many people who suffer from colds and colds. They can only move their bodies more every day and put on more clothes in the hope of keeping warm.
However, they did not expect that the Targaryen army, which had been huddled in the castle today, suddenly took the initiative to issue a declaration of war and formed a formation outside the city, as if fighting to the death.
Many of the Dothraki who were gathering after receiving Khal's order were a little confused.
"Are these lambs brains broken?"
They can only understand it this way.
Then the Dothraki army gathered. For this barbaric race, their tactics were to burn, kill and plunder. After all, few armies could withstand the Dothraki's attack in the wild.
Often after just one charge, the enemy's morale collapsed. The soldiers fled and became confused, and then their lives were ruthlessly harvested by the Dothraki like leeks.
"snort."
"These bold lambs."
The tall Nicolas Zeke stood at the front on a tall horse.
He didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all. His upper body was naked, and his body was covered with dark tattoos. His deep eyes looked at the Targaryen army arrayed outside the city in the distance.
Dzeko Khal was naturally not a fool to become the leader. He knew that the other party was tempting him to attack, perhaps with some agenda. However, Dzeko Khal had full confidence in his own people.
Every four or five years, he would go to Qohor for a sweep. Although Qohor had successfully fought against the Dothraki, that was more than four hundred years ago.
As soon as he arrives at Qohor, he will obediently offer gold.
He knew that the other party was planning something, but Khal Drekko didn't care. He believed that his Khalasar would be able to defeat them directly!
Then Khal Drekko sat on his horse, pulled out the gold-plated scimitar from his waist, and gave the order to charge.
"Ohharat!"
The next second.
The endless Dothraki howled like mountains and tidal waves, and rushed towards the Targaryen army in the distance.
"ohhh!"
Surrounded by military formations in the distance, the legion commander wearing a bright silver armor held the reins with one hand. His posture while sitting on the horse was also a bit weird.
He wore a metal mask on his face, and his whole body was covered in steel. Only the tiny gap between the mask and his neck could see his skin.
It was a shocking sight. His skin was completely charred and even rotten, like a ghost walking out of the sea of fire, but his eyes were still piercing.
Bessie Joyce looked at the menacing Dothraki in the distance, and then raised her hand. She sounded a little weak, but her words were full of perseverance.
"Raise your shield and prepare for battle."
His messenger looked serious and hurriedly conveyed the order.
"Raise your shield!"
"Raise your shield!"
A junior commander of the legion, wearing bright armor and riding on a war horse, shouted loudly.
"Raise your shields, boys!"
"drink!"
"drink!"
Wow
In an instant, countless shields with three-headed fire dragon emblems were lifted up, and spears were placed in the gaps in the shields.
The soldiers held the rifle barrels in their hands tightly, their throats rolled slightly, and their palms were full of sweat.
This kind of military formation with spears and shields is the most basic formation in the Targaryen army. It is mainly used to resist the charge of cavalry troops.
Bessie led the First Army Corps to be stationed here for more than a year. In addition to seizing the time to build the castle, he also did a lot of practicing military formations.
What's more, many of the more than 10,000 soldiers he leads now are Andal warriors who participated in the Battle of Ge Dohe on this land.
It didn't take long for a long contradiction formation to be assembled, and the dark Dothraki in the distance were rushing in like a tide.
Thousands of horses galloped across the land, and the ground beneath the feet of the Targaryen soldiers was trembling slightly.
The invincible momentum overwhelmed him.
"Is this a Dothraki?"
Many of the Targaryen soldiers had never seen such a scene, and they had begun to retreat mentally.
This is the enemy-defeating technique that the Dothraki rely on to survive. They will be scared to death before they start a fight, and their morale will become extremely low. After that, they will be unable to withstand the pressure and run away at the slightest impact.
This is why Jon Connington tried so hard to stop Viserys from leaving the city to fight the Dothraki.
It would be fine if Viserys was leading an elite force, but there was no way that rotten fish like the Pentos defenders could withstand such a formation.
I'm afraid there will be deserters before the fight even starts, and the collapse of the battle line is often an avalanche-like disaster, which is likely to affect everyone and eventually turn into a rout.
"Archer, hold still!"
"Gather the team!"
Orders came out of Bessie's mouth one after another, and the lower-level commanders rode horses and ran behind them, shouting loudly at the same time.
"These damn bastards have nothing to be afraid of."
In the midst of long contradictions.
A Targaryen veteran who had followed Viserys proudly said to the recruits beside him who had never seen such a battle.
"I once personally hacked three Dothraki to death."
"Is it?"
As for the recruit, whose face was a little pale as he heard the sound of horse hooves approaching rapidly in the distance, his face became a little better when he heard the veteran's words.
Then the voice of their general was heard again.
"Archer!"
"hurry up!"
Mir sat upright on his horse, holding the reins tightly with his hands. Looking at the overwhelming Dothraki in the distance, he also felt a little numb.
But he didn't show his fear on his face because too many people were looking at his expression.
Then Mir turned his head and looked at his friend.
Going out to fight in the city was a very risky move, and Mill once privately persuaded Bessie to change her mind.
The two boys once came from the same Andal village, and they were both the first people to join Andalus.
However, the difference in fate is that Bessie, who has been calm and brave since childhood, and was even chosen as the son of a warrior by the village, came to Andalos and was selected to become Viserys's Kingsguard.
Later, he was assigned to lead troops abroad, and eventually became one of the most powerful people in the kingdom.
And Mir has been struggling in the army.
Fortunately, both boys have a good destiny. They have experienced ups and downs and survived to this day, and each has achieved success.