Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 16 Battle for the City Wall

At dawn, Liting sweeps the caves.

A mound nearly six meters high was piled up outside the city wall. When the order to retreat was issued, the prisoners who filled the city rolled and crawled out of the battlefield.

Separated by the Qin En River is life and death, red and white are full of nightmare-like illusory nightmares, mortals are mortal, and life is disillusioned.

Meng Ge galloped on his horse with whips, faced the three thousand slave warriors in front, and shouted loudly:
"Slaves, what I want to tell you now is not to ask how brave you are, to live and run to freedom, to bring back three heads of the enemy for me, and to write off all your debts to me, soldiers, world The gods will be with you."

The trumpeter blew the horn, and the slave warriors who stood still screamed. They stepped forward and rushed towards the city of Kohol. The whole front was like a surging wave, without fear of the rocky beach ahead, and marched forward without fear.

The archers on the city wall were ready to go, and the arrows fell like a shower, plunging into the dense ranks of slave warriors.

Without the protection of armor, countless screams erupted from among the slave fighters, and the slaves at the front fell down like wheat blown by the wind, in a mess.

What's more, the slave warrior was frightened by the blow of the arrow, his ferocity was exhausted, his courage was lost, and he was suddenly at a loss.

The brave move forward, the hesitant stop, and the cowardly retreat.

At this moment, behind the slave warrior team, a group of Dothraki cavalry raised their arakh scimitars and charged towards the defeated army roaring.

This is the first time since the start of the war that the Dothraki cavalry has launched a charge, and in the rain of swords and blood, it warns those who do not stand still.

The sound of the horn sounded, and the slave soldiers were forced to attack the city of Kohol again with blood-red pupils and fighting spirit.

Roaring, screaming, blood splashing, looking forward, blood and corpses everywhere.

Ofer, the pale-faced clerk, said weakly:
"Kayo, the situation doesn't seem ideal."

Meng Ge frowned subconsciously, his eyes were cold, trying to suppress the displeasure in his heart, and said:
"When filling the city, the enemy didn't have such rules and organization. If it wasn't for the Kohor garrison showing compassion and sympathy for fellow captives, or hiding their strength, it could only mean that the enemy's commander had just arrived. Slaves are out of luck."

"Kao..."

Before Ofer could continue speaking, he was interrupted by Mungo waving his hand. He beckoned the Dothraki cavalry to come and take away the weak old man, and said at the same time:

"Officer, what you need most now is to rest, don't worry, this is just a small loss, the gods are still on our side, the victory is sealed."

Any army that can die by one-third without collapsing can be called an elite.

Slave soldiers are different and cannot be regarded as an army. They have not undergone unified training, do not understand the language, do not know each other, and have no empathy.

Every slave only lives for himself, and doesn't care about the life or death of others, which makes them more brave and ruthless, but also vulnerable.

The Ghis slave struggled to get up, blood slowly oozing from his waist, and the wound came from a sharp knife cut on his back.

Looking at the slave soldiers stepping on each other, scrambling to climb the city wall to die.

He stood there blankly, not knowing what to do for a while, but there was a realization in his mind: this group of people is unreliable.

Behind the city walls, the Unsullied fought in a high-level, loose infantry phalanx. This combat form enabled the fighters to use daggers, shields, and spears to coordinate attacks more flexibly and quickly, and at the same time ensured that they could Not too vulnerable to flank attacks.

Outside the city wall, the slaves who rushed to the top of the city had just been killed by the enemy and pushed down the city wall, and the following slaves rushed up again frantically, during which slaves kept falling and being trampled.

On the mound, slaves were piled up layer upon layer, extending to the base of the city wall, and a stream of blood flowed slowly under the corpses, a purgatory on earth.

Seeing the crowd of slave warriors slowly decreasing outside the city wall, Mungo remained unhurried, with a clear mind, roaring at the 1000 Dothraki warriors assembled to boost their morale.

"Dothraki warriors, I could have led you back to the Dothraki Sea victoriously, but I am not for the faint of heart. The Qohor tied the braids of the Dothraki ancestors in their long hair. Spears, swaggering, and even planting trees from the forest of Qhorhor on the steppes of the Dothraki, is it not a shame that they sent haughty messengers to my camp to offer me gold alone, but I don't care These, take Qohor, and all the Dothraki will have gold, which will be a memorial of your valor, and whoever dies, his death is honorable, and his funeral is grand, no doubt, This must be regarded as a supreme glory in the Notre Dame Mountain, and under the gaze of the sky, it must also be extremely devout."

"Great khal."

"Khal Mongol, Khal Mongol."

The breeze carried fanaticism, and swept across the entire Dothraki camp in an instant, and their fierce eyes flashed with fiery hope.

Meng Ge raised a special long-handled giant scimitar, and the blood in his tall and burly body was boiling.

"I will forge golden crowns from the gold of Qohor, and I will put the heads of Qohor men on spears, and the forest of spears will be denser than the forest of Qohor."

The khal is in the front, followed by a thousand warriors, followed by the fanatical shouts and howls of the 7 Dothraki tribes. Their morale is high and they are full of energy. Like a mountain torrent, they move forward in a mighty way, with an indomitable momentum Roll to the city wall.

The tense and exhausted defenders on the city wall were immediately overwhelmed by the overwhelming sound and aggressive aura. It wasn't until the commander roared that he regained his senses and drew his bow to shoot.

The messy arrows flew into the Dothraki army formation, most of them were blocked by the skinned wooden shields, and only a few soldiers were shot by the arrows.

On the mound outside the wall, layers of corpses spread almost to the top of the city. An Unsullied who threw a spear, before he had time to see whether his spear had hit the target, he saw a tall figure carrying a A flash of saber slashed at him, and his combat awareness made him quickly raise his round shield to defend, while the other companion stepped forward and thrust out a short sword to cooperate with the pincer attack.

"Click"

As the shield shattered, the giant scimitar slashed against the Unsullied's spiked helmet, and blood spurted out like a fountain, raining down a gust of blood. Another Unsullied's dagger pierced the skin, but failed to penetrate an inch.

Facing the Unsullied who were attacking and surrounding him, Mungo did not retreat but advanced, swinging the long-handled scimitar with his strong arms, exerting force on his waist and abdomen, and swept the knife horizontally.

With severed limbs and broken arms, blood splattered everywhere, tearing apart the formation of the Unsullied, and the following Dothraki swarmed up.

Mungo is like a sharp arrow, rampaging, and like a hot blade piercing into cold butter. The calm and strict battle formation of the Unsullied appears weak under his aggressive attack.

The sharp knife light flashed across the enemy's chest like lightning, splitting the Unsullied in front of him in two.

However, the characteristics of the Unsullied who are fearless in the face of battle are displayed to the fullest at this time, they are still gathering to maintain formations, launching attacks without hesitation, fighting to the death without retreating.

Now, either slaughter the Unsullied or find the Commander who has control over them.

It's a pity that the prudent garrison commander Salo Kotter, the moment the Dothraki boarded the city wall, gave the Unsullied who stayed behind an order to stick to it, and immediately withdrew to the inner city without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)