Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 42 Gambling
Mungo quickly got on his horse and looked back to the south. The mouth of the Lorne River was shrouded in darkness. He could only make out the vague figure of Volantis through the very faint light.

At this moment, when he looked carefully, he suddenly found that there were thousands of troops climbing and fighting on the city wall.

Those figures were as dark as the night, as sharp and cold as a scimitar, but wilder than a flaming horse, and exuded the breath of death. They were not afraid of death, but they were almost killed by the arrows and stones in the city.

"The Dothraki don't have the strength to capture Volantis, and the city wall is really the greatest shaping of human civilization." Mungo murmured calmly: "But I will come back, and I will bring Volantis back to life." For man to produce a weapon of fear, to break through the black wall, besides a fearful human heart, he also needs a fearsome dragon."

"Kaor."

Anxious shouts fell, and Kosoro came galloping from the darkness. He just had a feeling of uneasiness, as if his fate was under the observation and control of the gods, and he felt palpitations and couldn't breathe smoothly.

In his eyes, Kayo was riding on horseback, standing there without moving for a while, like a lion about to devour people, and suddenly seemed like a patient wolf king waiting there, waiting The prey came.

"Okay, I'm fine."

Although Kosoro was expressionless, his eyes showed concern. Mungo could guess what was going on in his mind, waved his hand to indicate that he was safe, then kicked the horse's belly lightly with his heels, and sped away slightly.

Under the torches lined up, the Howling Dothraki warriors walked slowly, and when they saw Mongol galloping by, they made a very loud noise, cheering and shouting the name of Kaa.

The warriors looked radiant, with respectful and fanatical eyes, and puffed chests. It was obvious that they had rested well. They followed the ancient traditions and unyielding spirit of the race. In the dark and crisis, they are also willing to go through life and death with Kayo.

After a routine inspection of the marching troops, Mungo rode his horse back to Kosoro's side, and he was anxious to give him another order.

Even though the results of the Dothraki's victory in Qohor seem very brilliant, compared with the current crisis, it has been reduced to a common course of war.

Mungo's serious eyes were fixed on Kosoro:
"This battle is different from what you have encountered before. Give up all the ancient traditions of the Dothraki, and you don't need to exhaust your strength to fight with the enemy's large forces. You only need to stay behind after I cross the river. The imprint will lead the enemy to the east, and the destination is still the mountain valley in the plan. If it cannot be done, try to harass the enemy and not let them cross the river. If the enemy returns the same way, try to delay the time."

Kosoro sat up straight, clenched the handle of the knife at his waist, and listened to Mungo's instructions silently and attentively. He nodded his head vigorously, as if to remind himself to remember everything he heard. Most of the time, he was heavy All his eyes stayed on the ground, and occasionally he would look at the eastern sky, as if thinking about the future battle scene he saw there.

As the language of the instructions became more and more complicated, time passed slowly, and the army gradually marched to the banks of the Varana River in the north.

Mungo found that Kosoro's hand was tightly gripping the handle of the knife, while his body was still shaking slightly, and the knuckles in that hand looked pale and strained.

When he looked at the other party carefully again, he was surprised to find that Kosoro, who had always been calm and calm, was actually worried, even afraid, and the hot and humid air became particularly stagnant and heavy at this moment.

"Kosoro." Mungo roared, his eyes flashing with anger: "Are you afraid? Is it the most stupid way for me to entrust these people to your command? Put away your weakness, the enemy will never A little sympathy will be given."

Kosoro was trembling all over, his heart was trembling and struggling in confusion, worried that he would not be able to grasp the responsibility and the situation of the battle.

Mungo had never felt such despair. If Kosoro didn't have the confidence to contain the enemy's army, it would be enough to make this war a disaster. He lowered his head, disappointment showing on his resolute face.

"Kosoro, your heart is very firm, and your perseverance far exceeds that of other Dothrakis. Now the time has come. What made you so timid and cowardly?"

Kayo's disappointment is far more unacceptable than anger. Finally, Kosoro said uncomfortably:

"Kao, I can dedicate everything to you. I shouldn't oppose your order, but there are so many enemies. They may turn around and send people to entangle us. Then a bad battle will happen, and the enemy will approach your rear. You're going to be in a huge crisis."

Meng Ge sighed helplessly, rode close to Kosoro on his horse, leaned over and patted him on the shoulder:

"War is a gamble full of risks. As you just said, this is only a possibility. Of course, everything is possible. You can't think too little, but you can't worry too much. The opportunity for war is fleeting. There's no way we're going to launch an attack when everything is ready, or even have the opportunity."

The bell of Volantis in the south rang again, and the stability and peace from the low muffled ringing seemed particularly ironic in this endless darkness.

Meng Ge stopped his horse and listened to the sound of the river rushing from the distant plain. His eyes were fixed on the gradual whiteness of the east, and he said firmly:
"Kosoro, mortals can only make the right choice at the time. We are warriors on horseback, and we must dare to take risks when necessary. I will not give up this opportunity easily. The key to victory lies in you, whether you have the courage to carry out my actions. will."

Hearing Kayo's words, Kosoro recovered from his fear, raised his head and said:

"Kayo, I will never go against your will. The only thing that is certain today is that even if there is a glimmer of hope, I will try my best to lead the enemy to the east. Enemy armies can cross the Varanna unless we are completely defeated and no one survives..."

Kosoro's promise was interrupted by Mungo holding his shoulder before he finished speaking:

"Even if the enemy pays twice as many casualties as ours, it is not worth it. The enemy can bear 2 casualties, but the sacrifice of 1 is a great loss to us."

As the time gradually approached morning, the light became brighter and brighter, and the flame dragon turned into rough black waves.

Mungo stared into Kosoro's eyes, lowered his voice, and continued sonorously:

"As long as you lead the troops to the south bank of the Varanna River, the enemy will not be able to cross the river with all their strength, nor will they be able to return smoothly. Kosoro, don't underestimate your own life. I need you for other reasons besides this war." .”

As soon as the words fell, the horn sounded to stop the march from the front of the team. In the morning that was still shrouded in darkness, before dawn, it kept echoing in the field.

The Varana River has arrived.

　From now on, during the holidays, I will never drive home again, especially if I drive alone, the six-hour journey takes more than ten hours.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)