Game of Thrones: Royal Game

Chapter 295 The Battle of Jisdaka

"Vathdos, Dothraka!"

"Dothraka!!! Wowowo!"

Once again, the familiar roar sounded again, and the slave soldier Ian tried his best to forget, but the roar still echoed in his ears countless days and nights.

It was still so sharp, still mixed with the sound of chaotic hoofbeats and whistling wind, just like the howling of those devils in ancient legends.

The last time slave Ian heard this voice, he lost his parents, his wife and three lovely children, as well as his house, fields and hometown.Driven by those horsemen, he and other young adults were driven westward like livestock and sold to the slave bay.

Feeling the uncontrollable fear creeping into his heart again, the slave soldier Ian quickly glanced at the surrounding comrades, the neat array and the safe flanks around him, which made him feel a little more at ease.

I got the name of the Earl, I am now a noble second-class slave, the Earl is with me, he said silently in his heart.

Soon, he noticed that thousands of cavalry in the enemy's formation in the distance broke away from the main force. They divided into many small cones and began to advance. ring.

Suddenly, they started to speed up. In just a few seconds, the originally neat cavalry figure became chaotic, and the sound of horseshoes suddenly became louder, as if a god was holding a giant hammer and hitting the ground.

"Vathdos, Dothraka!" as all the roaring warriors began to shout in unison, the oncoming cavalry reached the limit of their speed.

"Reject the horse!" At the same time, Ian, the slave soldier, heard the heart-piercing roar of the centurion.

Almost at the same time, the slave soldiers who had gathered into a defensive formation immediately reacted. The soldiers in the first row squatted down, inserted the handle of their long spear into the soil, supported the end with their right foot, and tilted the tip of the spear. Pointing forward.

The soldiers in the second row kept standing, and at the same time inserted the handles of their guns into the soil under their feet at an angle slightly larger than that of the soldiers in the first row. After touching the end with their right feet, they pointed their spears obliquely from the heads of the soldiers in the first row to the front.

Their gunpoints were positioned slightly lower and aimed at the enemy's horses, in order to use the ground to help absorb the powerful impact.

The soldiers in the third row clamped the gun barrels under their armpits, and with their left hands forward, stretched out their long guns from the gap in the front row, with the tip of the guns level with their chests.

The last two rows raised their super-long guns above their heads, and raised them from the heads of the front row, ready to attack the enemy cavalry who rushed into the formation.

The sound of the wind was almost completely suppressed by the sound of the hooves of the horses. The spears and arakhs in the hands of the centaur reflected the dazzling light in the sun, which made Ian, the slave soldier, feel as if his eyes were going to be blinded.

"Morghulis!" Seeing the howling centaur cavalry approaching, the slave soldier Ian and his comrades around him shouted death in unison in Valyrian.

He clenched the spear in his hand with all his strength, and then closed his eyes.

However, the expected death and violent impact did not appear.

The slave soldier Ian opened his eyes again, only to realize that the charging cavalry actually shot an arrow at the last moment less than ten meters away, then turned sideways, and crossed in front of their formation.

The slave soldier Ian quickly looked around, and found that a few people in his own formation fell because of the enemy's rain of arrows, and many people directly peed their pants in fright, but the opponent's tentative charge this time, because of Hundreds of corpses were left behind by the crossbowmen on the river battleship.

Seeing this situation, many slave soldiers began to cheer.

"Everyone must not take it lightly! Keep the formation, it was just a trial just now, this time they will make a real impact!" The centurions immediately warned sharply.

Under the warning of the officers, the cheers of the slave soldiers were quickly silenced.

At the same time, the opponent's second charge began.

"Reject the horse!" The centurions ordered loudly again after the enemy cavalry increased their speed.

It was still the sound of horseshoes just now, it was still the roar just now, the sound of sharp arrows piercing the air continuously whistling overhead.The slave soldier Ian clenched the spear in his hand, and put all his strength on the spear.

"Morghulis!" When the two sides were about to collide, the slaves of the Iron Legion in Astapor once again uttered a neat battle cry, piercing the sky.

Even because of the large number of people, they even suppressed the voices of the Dothraki cavalry.

This time, the roaring warriors of the Dothraki relied on the most exquisite riding skills to reach a closer distance from the spear array before they began to maneuver. Arrow in hand.

The roaring warrior in front of slave Ian even stood up from his horse in a show of skill, and shot him with an arrow.

Fortunately, Ian, the slave soldier, had a premonition when he saw the other party's movements, and he used the shield on his left hand to protect his face in advance.This made the arrow that was heading straight for his face stop less than two centimeters from his nose after piercing his wooden shield.This made the slave soldier Ian break out in a cold sweat, but he also felt a stronger excitement in his heart.

At the same time, the roaring warrior who stood up was shot through the neck by a crossbow arrow flying from behind the phalanx. The horse under his crotch instantly lost control, failed to complete the roundabout movement, and brought his body into a forceful collision. To the phalanx.

The next moment, more than a dozen ultra-long spears simultaneously plunged into the body of the roaring warrior and the horse that slammed into the spear array with his crotch sideways. kinetic energy.

The slave soldier Ian, like the other spearmen in the front row, tried his best to hold the handle of the gun under his feet, and was not shocked by the reaction force. Therefore, the cavalry man and his horse were picked up by more than a dozen spears. , drawing an arc with the fixed point under the spearmen's feet as the center of the circle.

During the period, the spears from the back row pierced into their bodies, but after the corpses crossed the high point, because they suddenly lost the force of the spears in the front row, the spears in the back row couldn't support their weight all of a sudden. Let them fall down and smash into the back row of the phalanx.The spearmen in the back row dodged left and right when the corpse fell, and immediately crowded the dense formation into chaos.

Because the centaur reserved too little distance for the roundabout this time, many roaring warriors made mistakes in the final roundabout, and unfortunately crashed into the gun array and was stabbed into a plug.

But it was just these few mistakes that caused the gun array at their impact position to become a mess.

Fortunately, the enemy did not really dig the formation but chose to maneuver, so the centurions of the Iron Legion had time to reorganize the chaotic formation.

At the same time, seeing more corpses left by the centaur this time, bursts of cheers broke out in the phalanx.

Those cavalry are not gods either!They didn't dare to hit our ultra-long gun array!
While it's good that they can shoot some of us every time this way, the firepower behind us is obviously much denser than theirs.If we only use this method to consume each other, there are those crossbowmen behind us, and they can't take advantage of it at all.

The horseman's two rounds of consumption dropped hundreds of corpses, and the casualties were more than twice as high as his side!
"Shut up! Keep your formation!" The centurions warned again. Compared with the slave soldiers who had been dazzled by excitement, these officers trained by Ian had heard more from Ian. They also heard more about some cavalry tactics, so they gave the most severe warnings to their subordinates, "The first two times were temptations, but this time they will definitely launch a real impact! Everyone is not allowed Take it lightly!"

"Yes!" The soldiers answered in unison.

Soon, the cavalry of the third echelon of the Dothraki began to move, and quickly began to accelerate from trot to canter.

Turn quickly!Turn quickly!The slave soldier Ian prayed crazily in his heart, while deliberately tilting the shield on his left hand up a little to cover his head.Although this action will affect the ability to reject the horse, but so what?They'd turn their horses around at the last moment anyway.The only thing that is really dangerous to my life is their arrows. I am wearing a breastplate, as long as I protect my head again.
and many more?How is this going?

In the blink of an eye, the Dothraki cavalry arrived.

A great sense of fear enveloped the slave soldier Ian in an instant. At this moment, he was unprepared, and he had already lost the courage of the determination to die when he faced the cavalry attack for the first time.

Seeing the horse's head half a meter taller than him and the cavalry who had to raise his head to see, the slave soldier Ian's first reaction was to run away. He was standing on his way, and the Dothraki The distance between every two cavalrymen exceeds one meter, and I just need to hide in the gap between their charge routes...

However, before this momentary thought flashed through, the slave soldier Ian felt a huge lateral thrust, he was squeezed by the companion on the right, and then bumped into the companion on the left together.

The shaking of his body made him lose the fulcrum under his feet against the spear, and a roaring warrior of the centaur crashed into the phalanx and hit his ultra-long spear. middle.

But different from just now, this time there were not as many spears as before to attack the centaur in front of him, and no one helped him share the impact brought by the horse. The slave soldier Ian who had already lost his fulcrum In an instant, he was thrown backward by the reaction force, and he hastily let go of the spear in his hand, but the backward movement of the whole person could no longer be stopped.

Immediately afterwards, he hit the chest of the soldiers in the back row, and fell to the ground with the soldiers in the back row.

The next moment, the armored cavalry in the back row of the conical formation rushed in through the gap created by the front row.

Slave Ian raised his head and saw the cold light of the Arakh machete.

　After writing for a long time, I still haven't perfectly expressed the picture in my mind.Because the next chapter will change the perspective again, so I split the chapter
　　
　
(End of this chapter)