Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 52
The twilight was thick, the silvery white moon was falling to the west, the stars were still shining in the sky, the campfires in the field were brightly lit, and the sudden breeze blew over the chests and hairlines of the sentinels.

They stared at the blurred land in the distance, a world of darkness that was completely still and motionless, and only made people drowsy.

The light of the moon and the stars passed over the dark horizon behind, and two miles to the east, two miles from the camp, the air seemed to congeal with the tension of a storm coming.

From the farthest point of view, the place seemed to be empty, but when the footsteps of the patrolling scouts stepped into the place, after a wave of shadows surged, they disappeared on horseback.

After searching carefully, they found that there were more than a dozen corpses of Dothraki warriors piled up among the grass on the ground, and there was only one clean fatal wound all over their bodies, and the ground was all covered with their bright red blood.

Soon after, the dull sound of horseshoes came from the wilderness, and a large group of Dothraki cavalry followed the marks left by the scouts and swept over.

Mungo at the front took the lead, and the cavalry behind him were in a tight formation, divided into several formations and galloped westward.

Their movements were as swift as the wind, and they were all silent and silent like mutes. The vegetation in this wilderness was not as tall and dense as the grass in the Dothraki Sea, and they could not help them hide their tracks at all. They could only Do your best to keep moving as quietly as possible.

The war horses of the Dothraki were extremely strong, and the clean and bright fur shone in the moonlight. The fluffy tails of the horses swayed in the wind, and the carefully combed manes fluttered from side to side like rain.

The warriors on horseback are even more heroic. They are all tall and tall, with their exposed chests as hard and powerful as iron stones. Holding a spear, carrying a horn bow and quiver, and a sharp arakh machete pinned to a bronze belt.

Although the patrolling scouts along the way were cleared away by the scouting cavalry, they still vigilantly observed the movement in all directions to ensure that the enemy would not be discovered in advance due to unreasonable omissions and destroy the entire operation.

Until they were less than a mile from camp and could see the light of the campfire in the dark.

At this time, everything in the camp was safe and sound. Obviously, the enemy hadn't noticed that there was an army approaching. They looked around carefully again before they dared to talk.

"Kayo, you can't attack here, it's too steep." Nohat turned his horse and walked slowly to Mungo, pointed to the steep slope ahead, and said, "Let's go north!"

Mungo didn't answer immediately, but stared closely at the direction of the camp. In his extraordinary eyes, the night seemed to have faded long ago, and the dawn appeared silently in his field of vision. The clear outline of the camp was unreservedly displayed before his eyes.

Obviously, when the enemy chose to occupy a relatively steep high ground, it was fully prepared to prevent someone from taking the opportunity to make a surprise attack.

After a while, he shook his body slightly and said softly:
"At this distance, we don't have any chance to make a better choice again. How do you cover the ears of the enemy when you go around to the north, so that they can pretend that they can't hear the sound of horseshoes, and don't need to change their directions. Well, at least we have been going well so far, and we can't force more land, and the north side may not be smooth."

Noahart bowed his head and returned to the original place, honestly fiddled with the bowstring in his hand, looking like a child who made a mistake.

Meng Ge continued to peek ahead from the shadows. For him, war was always an unpredictable gamble, and greed was a sin.

The stars still shone brightly in the sky, and their light would no doubt bring all victory to the Dothraki.

Meng Ge looked back and saw that the cavalry around them had assembled and crowded the huge open space, and shouted: "It's now."

Immediately, he clamped the horse's belly and jumped out. The cavalry all over the field moved after hearing the sound, and the scattered and low sound of horseshoes resounded in the silent wilderness.

The cavalry listened intently to the calls of the horses. As the sound of horseshoes echoed around them, they became more and more wild and unrestrained, and more and more excited. Instead of becoming chaotic, they gradually became more uniform.

"Khal Mongol! Khal Mongol!" the Dothraki cavalry shouted: "The flame steed of the Dothraki will guard us to victory."

Mungo did not let them down either. He took the lead amidst the cheers of the crowd. His steed was as red as the sun in long summer, his body was as strong as an ancient giant resurrected, and the black Valyrian steel scimitar in his hand was even sharper. Incomparable.

The sound of horseshoes hitting the camp sentry's heart one after another was like a harbinger of death brought by a distant breeze. Everyone who heard the sound couldn't help waking up from their sleep trembling.

At this moment, the sound of the battle horn sounded from the camp. Hearing this sound, Mungo's riders responded not to be outdone, and rose up to blow the hunting horn. Enemies are aware that they are facing doomsday.

The Dothraki in the camp hurried out of their tents, looking anxiously at the approaching herd of horses, and some even looked up at the pale stars in the sky with pleading faces, but this light would never bring them hope.

"Dothraki warrior, go!"

Mungo let out a loud roar, and all the cavalry began to charge. They rushed up the steep slope without slowing down, and the arrows in their hands shot towards the enemies lingering around the periphery like a violent storm.

The flimsy fortifications outside the camp seemed to crumble under the horse's hooves, as if struck by boulders.

Meng Ge raised the bow and arrow in his hand, and immediately felt a mysterious force directing him to draw the bow with concentration. Facing the roaring enemies swarming out, he shot the arrow and hit the throat of the first person.

But other enemies rushed up and besieged him. He immediately threw away the horn bow in his hand, drew out the Valyrian steel scimitar on his horseback, and slashed from left to right, all the way from the outside of the camp to the central tent.

At this time, all the horse herds also broke through the collapsed fortifications, and they were invincible all the way, sweeping the entire camp like a strong wind crushing the grassland.

All the fully equipped enemy troops in the tent also rushed out, killing the soldiers on horseback, and the horns of counterattack were still blowing in all directions in the camp.

The bonfire kicked over by the horse's hoof flew around, and the flames burst into flames in an instant, and the smoke billowed.

Meng Ge fought bravely single-handedly, no enemy could resist his offensive, and no one could hurt him.

The enemy commander who had never met before met and immediately died hastily under his knife, which dealt a fatal blow to the enemy.

Seeing that the camp was captured and the enemy was routed, they yelled in fear and dropped their weapons, and ran around in a hurry. But at this time, there were soldiers on horseback everywhere in the camp.

(End of this chapter)