Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 8
On the west bank of the Undercurrent River, the Norvos Hills, the Black Forest, the rising sun was pale and dim, and the air was filled with sultry heat and humidity, mixed with the smell of soil and vegetation, blowing towards our faces.

To the southeast of the Black Forest is a small hill that is not high, stretching for several miles, while hiding and hiding, it also blocks the cool wind and brings refreshment.

The 6000 Dothraki Roaring Warriors led by Mungo have been hiding here for three full suns, and the cavalry are all pale, but the horses have not yet lost weight. War horses are the life support of the Dothraki in battle. They would rather Starving yourself can't make the war horse lose weight. Of course, if you persist, you will have to slaughter the horse to satisfy your hunger.

At this time, a pair of black figures suddenly appeared on the hill, rushing towards the hiding place at high speed.

With the rapid sound of horseshoes, they came straight, and Meng Ge looked from a distance, and the person who rushed in front was the old man Aufu.

Reining in the horse, Ofer's face was pale, and he climbed off the horse weakly, staggering and barely walking. Two Dothraki cavalrymen behind him hurriedly dismounted and helped him to Mongo.

Ao Fu struggled, took a bronze dagger from his belt with difficulty, stretched out his hand and raised it, and said in a weak tone:

"Kao, fortunately he didn't disgrace his life, and on the way back, there is a tribe of Kaomo Kaao who is coming to the long bridge of the undercurrent river, and it is expected to arrive at noon."

The moment Mungo saw the dagger, he laughed loudly, turned over and jumped on the fiery horse, galloped to the front of the army, faced the burning eyes of the roaring Dothraki warriors, and shouted loudly:

"Dothraki warriors, the long-awaited war is coming. The horse god is protecting us. The sky, the Mother Mountain, and the womb lake of the world are also watching us. The gods are already on our side. They will The defeat was tied to the enemy's head. Although the enemy's number was several times that of ours, they confine their troops in a narrow and unfavorable terrain, leaving us the most open and flat position in front of us. The land is just enough for us to charge. The enemy enjoys himself in the comfortable camp all day long, but we have been tempered by fighting wild beasts in the forest and countless difficulties and obstacles. You are the bravest warriors on the Dothraki Sea, and you And I, Blesser of the Gods, the unrivaled Khal Mungol."

"Khal Mongol."

"Khal Mongol."

……

Amidst the endless shouts, looking at the increasingly blazing sun above the forest, Meng Ge took a long breath. He knew that a battle that would determine the future was about to begin.

The sun was rising, the pallor dissipated, there was no breeze in the air, and time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

"The patrol scouts from the Kumokao tribe have passed by. This is already the third batch. They are preparing to cross the river."

The tone was filled with relaxation and excitement, and the old man Ofer was relieved.

Meng Ge listened silently, and waited for the other party to finish speaking before asking:
"So, when will Kosoro be able to reach the Undercurrent River?"

Ofer scratched his gray hair and thought for a moment, then said:
"Probably another hour."

"I see." Mongo nodded, feeling a little more relaxed.

War, the right time and place, and the lack of one of them will require a huge price to make up for.

After the Kumakao tribe arrived in Kohol City, Mungo sent Ofer to lead a team of scouts to return to the Kehor Forest to find Kosoro who led the tribe to Kohol City, and the old man brought back That dagger is the token.

After receiving the token, Kosoro will lead [-] Roaring Dothraki warriors to quickly march westward, and together with Mungo, they will attack the Kumokao tribe crossing the river.

So, the question now is whether Kosoro can arrive at the battlefield at the right time.

However, Meng Ge didn't panic. The two-sided attack was just to obtain greater results. Since he dared to bring [-] cavalry out, he must be sure of victory.

Thinking about the problem clearly, Mungo turned his gaze to the old man Ofer aside:

"Officer, have you seen Kyomo Kao and his Kou?"

Although it is not easy to behead a general among thousands of armies, it is an eternal truth to shoot a man first, and to capture a thief first, and the king is the first to capture the king. It is also applicable to any nation, otherwise it will only kill the enemy to achieve strategic goals.

The Dothraki were too conspicuous in the city-state of Kohor, and Mungo and his patrol scouts could not get close to the Kyumo Khal's tribe at all, so he still didn't know the appearance of the other party.

However, although the Dothraki Sea is vast, the khals often go to the holy city, Vaes Dorask.

Ves Dorask, also known as the "City of the Horse King", is the only city of the Dothraki. Sk has no city walls, enough to accommodate all Dothraki tribes entering at the same time. All Dothraki people in the holy city are blood brothers. It is strictly forbidden to carry knives and all bloody fights are prohibited.

So ofo is so old, maybe he really met Kyumo Kao in the holy city.

However, the old man showed a look of embarrassment, hesitatingly said:
"All I remember is that Komo Kao had four wives."

The black forest, which was originally filled with relaxation, suddenly became quiet again.

At this moment, the scout came back and reported:

"Kayo, the enemy's fourth batch of scouts has passed, and the number of people crossing the river is about to exceed half."

Silence.

Mungo led 6000 Dothraki Roaring Warriors and led their horses forward quietly. At this moment, they could finally walk out of the Black Forest.

The horses all use cages to girdle their mouths, and the horseshoes are wrapped in cloth, just to avoid being discovered by the enemy in advance when they approach the battlefield. Before the cavalry actually launches an attack, the wrappings will be removed, because the horseshoes will lose the touch of the ground and lead to battles. Stall, step into the air, and the horse stumbles.

At this time, outside the Black Forest, the orange sun looked like a severed head, which was a bit dazzling, and everything that was burnt with gold reflected dazzling brilliance.

Stepping through the hills, getting on the horse, the hot wind blows on the bare chest.

Meng Ge tried his best to suppress the excitement and tension in his heart, and gave an order decisively:

"Dothraki cavalry, attack!"

"Hohoo, hohoo."

More than 6000 roaring warriors of Sraki roared to drive away their prey, saddled and leaped their horses, and the black pressure overflowed like the turbulent river of the undercurrent, and the sound of horseshoes resounded like a thunderstorm on both sides of the river.

As the war horse jogged, the sound of horseshoes gradually became one piece, and the sound stopped the clouds. After accelerating, it gradually became the trend of landslides and ground cracks.

The dust and smoke billowed, and Meng Ge felt the wind whistling in his ears, but the rush of blood brought a coolness, which made him not feel nervous.

These six thousand cavalry were not ordinary Dothraki cavalry with scattered equipment, most of them belonged to his Cass tribe, and the rest were elites selected from the tribe. Spear, machete.

The incident happened suddenly, when the sound of horseshoes swept across like landslides and ground cracks, the nearly ten thousand troops who had crossed the river on the west bank hadn't figured out the situation yet, couldn't organize their formation at all, and felt dizzy, like walking.

Until six thousand cavalry rushed to a distance of five hundred steps.

The warriors of the Kumokao tribe roared sporadically and rode forward to meet them. They were shot into hedgehogs as soon as they took a hundred steps.

At this time, the tribes on both sides of the strait finally reacted, but their behavior was too strong, and they were in a mess because they could not be connected from end to end.

Two hundred steps, throwing, thousands of arrows raining down on the tribes on the west bank, the bows and arrows did a lot of damage to the densely distributed but unprotected Dothraki.

With a distance of one hundred steps and two rounds of riding and shooting, the entire Jumokao tribe on the west bank was thrown into disarray. Many people were already stunned, and confusion and fear began to appear in their murderous eyes.

With a casualty rate of nearly [-]%, even the elite would collapse. The barbaric nature of the Dothraki was vividly displayed, and they still wanted to organize a charge.

In the last hundred steps, the six thousand roaring warriors gripped the horse's belly and charged with spears.

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The spear in Mungo's hand pierced through the chest of a cavalry in front of him, and he let go immediately, and the inertial impact knocked the cavalry off the horse.

In a blink of an eye, he pulled out his arakh scimitar, and then passed by a ferocious enemy, leaving only the noise of the opponent before he died.

Out of the corner of his eye, an arc swung by a scimitar struck his face. Meng Ge was furious in his heart. He stretched out his arms to support the blade, clasped his five fingers tightly on the opponent's horrified face, blood soaked through his fingers, and even the man and the horse were overturned. land.

Cutting through the enemy formation, the roaring warriors wanted to return to their horses and charge straight, but found that the enemy army on the west bank had already collapsed and fled in all directions. Even the horses screamed and jumped into the river with their masters, drowning in the whirlpool.

The enemies on the east bank were even more afraid to move forward. They clashed with the panicked ordinary tribes in the rear in a panic, and lost their positions.

"Rumble..."

With the sound of the ground shaking, a black line rushed out of the eastern horizon, and the floating smoke and dust seemed to be lifted up heavily by a tornado, covering the clouds and covering the sun. As far as the loose sand on the east coast is concerned.

The blood smeared on the ground and was ground into mud. The war horse dragged its owner's body and screamed, and the raging river swept the red into a vortex and galloped away.

The warriors of the Kumokao tribe cut off their braids, dismounted and prostrated themselves on the ground.

(End of this chapter)