Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 48
"Cohollo is coming! Our reinforcements are here!"

Haggo's honor as Khal Drogo's bloodrider is highly trusted, and his shouts inspired the confidence of the defenders, and they began to shout excitedly.

"Reinforcements are coming! Reinforcements are coming!"

Many people gazed eagerly at the northern wilderness, but at this moment, everyone could only see the outlines of those galloping black figures.

Soon, the black cloud approached quickly across the flat wilderness. Judging from this number of reinforcements, they seemed to have won the battle.

The deafening cheers of the defenders filled the slope again. They brandished flexible scimitars, vying for the remaining horses around them, and prepared to charge side by side with the reinforcements. Suddenly, their formation was completely disrupted. .

The enemy seemed to be panicking. They gave up the offensive they were about to launch, and hurriedly changed their formation and retreated to the south, trying to escape the trap of being pinched from front to back.

The few defenders who had snatched their horses rushed down to attack regardless of everything. Even if their companions fell to the ground and were trampled, they could not stop their charge speed.

Just when the defenders thought that victory was in sight, there were terrifying shouts from the top of the slope.

"It's the enemy, not our reinforcements."

The astonishing cry attracted the attention of all the defenders. They forgot the specific strength of the enemy, and the attacking enemy was only a part of it.

At this time, the "reinforcement army" rushing to the front also sounded the horn of the charge, and the horses galloped at high speed and fell into the defensive line. Kosoro, the most loyal warrior of Khal Mongol, took the lead and rushed to the top of the slope. Valiant companions followed.

Under the rising sun, on the blood-red battlefield, the naked copper-colored skin of these Dothrakis looked as dazzling as hot steel smelted from the embers of flames.

"Run with me! Rush with me! Rush!"

Ha Ge's voice was mercilessly drowned out, he was helpless, he could only watch the tragedy happen in front of him angrily.

The defenders at the top of the slope were attacked fiercely, and they were attacked from all directions, regardless of whether they were the enemy or us. The fragile front was disintegrated like a sand dune facing the waves. , they were being counterattacked by the pursuing enemy, and the remaining defenders on both sides were completely suppressed.

The black corpses of the Dothraki were piled up on the dirt slope, and the defenders were forced to retreat quickly. The horse herd was completely dispersed, and the horses were either hacked or killed or fled in all directions. The victory that was almost at hand was instantly wiped out.

Ha Ge won't give up, and he will stand at the forefront of the front line regardless of his own life. If he has to die on the battlefield today, he will never die in a rout.

Relying on his unusually huge size, he violently wields the sharp scimitar in his hand. No one can stop his strength. Before he was full of anger, he roared like a war drum shaking the sky, his eyes shone with angry blood, even Greedily swallowing the blood that spewed out of his mouth, he beheaded the enemies who rushed in front of him like harvesting straw, and there were piles of dead bodies in front of him.

However, even though he was as brave as a giant, it was still not enough to make up for the defeat in the battle. Soon, his good luck seemed to be exhausted, and the slight pain of mosquito bites came from his numb body.

Afterwards, Ha Ge fell on the warm ground alone. The sky above his head was cloudless. The pale sky just made people feel a little cold. He wanted to shiver all over his body, as if he had fallen into ice water. There was a dead silence, no shouting, no fighting sound, he moved his fingers weakly, trying to clear his head, and finally lost his sanity.

Seeing the general being shot and killed, the defenders immediately lost all fighting spirit and were captured on the spot. The few remnants who wanted to stand up and resist were also shot to death on the spot, but their enemy's morale was greatly shaken. The escapees in the direction of the Lanna River pursued closely, and the dead bodies along the road piled up into a river.

The outcome of this battle has been decided, and Kosoro ordered to recall the soldiers who were chasing the defeated soldiers, rest on the spot, gather the prisoners, and kill all the seriously wounded without mercy.

Similarly, they did not have time to bury the bodies and count the number of casualties. They only estimated that more than 5000 Srakis died in this battle based on the strength of the two sides. There were [-] more troops before.

"Where is Koholo? Is he still entangled with our two thousand cavalry?"

Kosoro's head, which was finally sober during the battle, fell into fatigue again. He rubbed his eyes expressionlessly, and asked the scouting cavalry who came to report in front of him.

He didn't feel any joy about this victory, because the overall war has not yet completely decided the winner. At the same time, he didn't feel the slightest sorrow for the tragic killing and the death of his compatriots. In his eyes, soldiers are just A number, which exists on the same level as the number of scimitar arrows, is a weapon that determines the outcome.

But the scouting cavalry seemed very happy. He stood there relaxedly, smelling the smell of blood in the air, then looked down at the top of Kosoro's head, and replied with a smile:
"He ran away. At the beginning, he also assembled the army. After smelling the atmosphere of war, he immediately marched here. Not long after, he was attacked by a horse pit and our two thousand cavalry. After driving all our cavalry After leaving, he ran away again like a wild dog that smells the scent of a lion downwind."

"A wise choice. If Koholo dies with us here, the situation on the entire battlefield will be completely overturned. Neither he nor I are qualified to make such a decision. We can only retreat."

It sounded that everything was going well, and Kosoro couldn't help secretly heaving a sigh of relief. He sat down on the open space casually, and wanted to plan the next marching plan immediately despite his tiredness, but his unconscious mind could only pull him into the In memory.

Kosoro has never studied military science, and even he is illiterate. It is his logic to carry out any orders of Kayo seriously, and to fight. However, he has now found a new way of thinking about war, which is to think carefully on behalf of the enemy question.

On the eve of this battle, he thought that Hargo's appearance was extraordinary, which meant that the information he had before was no longer reliable. Similarly, Kosoro didn't think that the enemy would simply send people to stop him, because Khal Drogo's The number of soldiers is very large, and with more troops, they can carry out some deeper plans.

Fortunately, his scouting cavalry was in the wilderness far away and detected the troops secretly assembled by Koholo.

The pale sky fell on the ground, making people drowsy. After a battle, everyone was exhausted physically and mentally.

Kosoro also lay down. He watched the wash-washed sky continue to fall above his head, and thought he might need to sleep first.

The hooves of the cavalry returning from inspection were like a lullaby, and soon, on the remaining battlefield, the sound of snoring resounded like the roar of the Dothraki.

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(End of this chapter)