Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 14 The Nobles of Kohor

The purchasers of the Unsullied generally merge them with their existing army, use their own military organization and regulations to integrate them, and let their own officers manage them, but usually, the purchaser's army management system is far from Far worse than the Unsullied.

The same is true for the city of Qohol. If there were not several officers sold along with it among the Unsullied, the garrison could not even maintain the unity of the army.

"Bug, bug, what color are you today?"

"After the Dothraki barbarians outside the city roll away, I'll buy you all the virgins at the best sex scene in Qohor, haha."

"Their first day will belong to the worm, and the second day can belong to us again."

"Oh, Black Goat, the Dothraki smells so bad I can't drink anymore, I'm going to vomit, vomit."

For the past nine days, the Dothraki have never taken any action to attack the city after besieging the city, which made the officers who came from the nobles of Kohor go back to their old ways.

Perhaps it was the psychological pressure brought on by the war, which made some bad habits worse.

As long as the commander of the garrison, Salo Kotter, goes to a meeting or banquet organized by the high-ranking nobles, they will drink and have fun all night long, and will make fun of them unscrupulously when they are drunk. A man with three spikes on his spiked helmet Unsullied officer.

There are no ornaments on the costume of the Unsullied. A sewn tunic, short sword, three spears, a shield and a spiked helmet are all. The more spikes on the spiked helmet, the higher the level of the wearer. , three spikes indicate a senior officer.

Seeing that the officers of the Unsullied were still loyal to their duties and had no response to their teasing, the noble officers of Kohor became more and more annoyed.

The garrison commander Salo Kotter trusted the "worms" very much. After taking office, he immediately released the management command authority of the noble officers and handed them over to the unsmiling three-thorn "worm" in front of him.

The drunken Kohor noble officer stood up unsteadily, with a hideous face, and said inarticulately:

"Worm, worm, the minutes know that it was my father who bought you. Come down and answer your ancestor's question. I ask you what color you are today, gray, yellow, or white?"

The Unsullied lost their name the moment they were bought as slaves.

They decide their name for the day by randomly drawing a name tag from a bucket every day.

There are two words on each nameplate, one for color and one for bug.

The noble wanted to step forward and pull the "worm", but too much alcohol paralyzed his nerves.

Perhaps it was also because of the intimidation of "Congzi"'s expressionless face, he could only act stupidly like a hen, and continued to shout and sarcastically:
"When you were castrated, were you all cut off, did you feel sorry when they burned your private work to ashes, I heard that the day a boy was castrated, he was given a puppy to raise , at the end of the first year of training, the boy has to strangle the puppy, if he can't, the boy is killed, worm, you get the spiked helmet of the Unsullied, but it doesn't become dog food , you are really cruel."

"Insect" ignored the incompetent clamorer, but the officer's companions knew that they needed to rely on the Unsullied to defend the city, so they all stepped forward to grab the mad noble officer.

But this was not enough to calm him down, his father was the most powerful high-ranking nobleman in Cohor City, but the lowly "worm" snatched his status and his merits, so he continued to get close to " Worm" with a dark face, gritted his teeth and said:
"That day, when you came to the slave market wearing a silver mask, bought a newborn baby, and killed him with your own hands in front of his mother, how did you feel? It must be very happy to compensate the slave owner for the loss, haha."

As he talked, Officer Kohall chatted and laughed wildly.

The Unsullied officer glanced outside the dark city, then walked down the city wall in a standard soldierly manner, but he still ignored the noble officer.

Since he started training at the age of five, he has long since lost his emotions and ego.

However, if he is allowed to use the officer knowledge he has mastered as a staff, the experience of defending the city this time still lacks a lot of deficiencies.

For example, torches should be thrown out of the city regularly to prevent the enemy from attacking and stealing the city at night, but he is just a "white worm" who has no personality and emotion, and only obeys the orders of the master with command authority.

The courtyard of the high nobles in the city.

The entire house is guarded by the Unsullied, and a brick wall rises twelve feet high outside the compound.

The ivy garden and flower trees surround the marble pool, and in the pool stands a statue of a handsome and elegant boy carved from painted marble. Through the occasional barking of dogs, it is known that there is a kennel hidden in the backyard.

Residential Dinner Hall.

Long white candles illuminate the hall as if it were daytime, and a set of brocades depicting three thousand warriors in tribute to Kohor hangs on the wall. It is woven from wool, silk and gold and silver threads, enough to be seen by the nobles. As a family heirloom.

Young girls and ladies caressing silk skirts, accompanied by laughter, the strong smell of perfume permeates the air.

"Let us pay tribute to Commander Salo Kurt, whose wisdom and bravery kept the Dothraki barbarians from stepping closer to the city walls."

The owner of the courtyard is short in stature, old and fat and bald, with perfume on his body, and wearing yellow silk with golden tassels. He raised the wine glass in his hand and loudly set off the atmosphere.

Salo Kotter was not happy. Now it was like the calm before the storm. The most terrifying thing was that the Dothraki did not directly attack like mad cows.

But he also belonged to a high-ranking aristocrat, so he had no choice but to force himself, and he had to rely on the moths in front of him to defend the city. After all, the nobles paid for the Unsullied.

"Let us once again raise our wine glasses to celebrate, the believers of the Black Goat smashed the conspiracy of the heretics of R'hllor."

Salo Kete's face was gray and weak, which was the reason why he willingly came to the banquet.

In order to warn the high-ranking nobles, the followers of R'hllor, the Lord of Light, are still hiding in the city, silently accumulating strength. The disturbance of the heathen at dusk is probably just to divert attention, and they must have other plans.

"Gentlemen, please put down your wine glasses, let us pray to the Black Goat together, and bless the Kohor fleet's smooth return, bless the fleet's successful landing, and severely damage the Dothraki in one fell swoop. The Black Goat God is still guarding the city of Kohor. "

Now, Salo Kote just wanted to smash the wine glass in his hand on the fat and stupid face of his bald master.

They actually put the military secrets of the fleet's landing in a grand publicity at a banquet in front of the public.

What's more, Kohol City lost contact with the fleet three days ago.

And this group of moths simply think that the fleet is struggling northward and has no time for others.

After all, the city of Kohor was being besieged by the Dothraki, and it was not normal for news to fail to pass through.

But the Dothraki were not capable of besieging the water gate near the Jean River.

The high nobles retorted that the Dothraki had no fleet and no threat.

Salo Kete felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart, and couldn't help himself. He raised the flagon in his hand in annoyance, and drank heavily.

Kohor, who has not experienced war for 400 years!What should I do to save you.

(End of this chapter)