Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Nohat put his right hand on his chest. After accepting Meng Ge's instructions, he ran not far away from the team. Many messengers were waiting there. He rushed here and repeated Kao's order, and assigned their respective troops. Task.

The cavalrymen responsible for delivering the order immediately dispersed. They all held a whistle carved with wolf bone in their mouths and blew a sharp sound. Soon after, the entire troop marching silently heard the whistle.

Suddenly the grassland began to throb and come alive, and the shouts of the Dothraki continued to be heard in the wind.

They were led by the heads of ten households, and divided into groups of one hundred households, and quickly gathered around their respective thousand households to form twenty-eight legions, each with several thousand people.

Meng Ge took the lead, leading the bloodriders in armor, galloping back and forth between the various legions, so that every soldier could see his figure, and loudly reiterated the military orders during the battle:

"All soldiers must act in accordance with the command and order, and there must be no noise or confusion. Anyone who does not listen to the order and attacks without authorization will be killed. Anyone who does not advance after hearing the order will be beheaded. One of the troops will be attacked, and the remaining troops will be beheaded if they do not rescue."

Upon hearing these military orders, the cavalry steadied themselves on their saddles, as if they were about to attack immediately. They took a deep breath and touched the scimitars hanging on their waists to see if they could pull them out smoothly.

At the same time, a team of scouts sent by the Mengo tribe also came to a main road, which led directly to the valley of the Western Range of the Notre Dame Mountain.

Strictly speaking, this is not a real road, but a passage trampled from the grass by various tribes going to the holy mountain to worship.

On both sides of the road, just like the Avenue of the Gods that runs through Vaes Dothraki to the foot of the Holy Mother Mountain, there are some relics of the gods that the Dothraki have looted from various places over thousands of years.

The scouts kept running forward along this strange road. Although they could clearly see the mountain from here, it would still take a long time and a long way to reach it. road.

They rode forward silently for a distance on their horses. Suddenly, everyone stopped in unison. The head of the ten households put his hand on the handle of the knife and lowered his voice:

"there's noise."

The others looked at each other and exchanged softly:

"I heard it too, in Dothraki."

"Let's get closer and see them."

The scouts jumped off their horses and walked there quietly. Soon, they smelled an unpleasant smell of horse manure drifting in the wind.

Dozens of reconnaissance horses were gnawing at the grass under their feet, some were nibbling, and some were neighing.

Some bare-chested Dothraki were sitting not far away. Although it was daytime, they still lit a bonfire. The fat of horse meat and mutton dripped into the fire, mixed with fur and blood, and the flames gave off a Pungent smell.

Some people were beating the shins of animals, pulling tight bow strings, and humming tunes in their noses to kill the day. Others were sitting by the campfire, eating steaming food that had just been taken off the fire. BBQ.

In short, their military discipline is lax. The head of the ten households feels that if they follow the latest decree issued by Meng Kao, whether they draw their bows at will, or light fires without authorization or slaughter livestock while performing tasks, these people will have their braids cut off. He was whipped and paraded around the camp in public.

However, the scouts were not at all surprised by the sight in front of them, and they were very happy to meet such an opponent. With wood in their mouths, they quietly sneaked back to the road and found the war horses hidden there.

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They got on their horses, glanced sharply at each other, and whispered to each other:

"Time cannot be lost, these people don't have much fighting power anymore."

"If we cooperate tacitly, no enemy will survive."

The head of the ten households said with a serious face:

"They must be cavalry who have just come out of the Holy City. They may have a lot of information. We must not kill them all. Try to capture as many prisoners as possible."

"You have to be careful and don't let anyone escape."

As a result, more than a dozen scouts showed ferocious looks like wild wolves on their faces. They lined up in a dispersed formation and hung the scimitars at their waists on their saddles so that they could be used quickly in close combat.

Then they drew their bows and nocked arrows, galloped their horses, and they advanced rapidly. Although the grass in the Dothraki Sea was deep enough, the enemies sitting by the campfire could still see the incoming team clearly.

The leader of the enemy was a strong black-bearded man. He waved his hand and called everyone to stand up and be alert. It was obvious that he was temporarily hesitant about the identity of the person coming.

The scouts were only eight hundred steps away from the enemy, so there was no need to hide. In the blink of an eye, they shot arrows at the lax group of warriors.

Many enemies quickly dodged with panic on their faces, as if they were escaping from poisonous snakes. Several enemies who were slow to react were hit by arrows and fell to the ground. The terrifying screams of the Dothraki resounded on the grassland.

Seeing that the first wave of attacks had no effect, the head of the ten households loudly ordered everyone to throw away their bows and arrows and draw their scimitars.

The scouts clamped their horses' bellies and rushed toward the enemy with greater momentum. The horses rushed straight into the crowd, trampling the enemies to a rout.

Under their fierce blows, the enemy's determination to resist began to waver like trees swaying in a storm.

The scouts kept slashing among the chaotic enemies, and the shining blades drew arcs. From time to time, someone screamed in despair and fell down, clutching the grass roots on the ground in pain, twisting like a fish out of the water. .

The enemy placed the horses too far away. Seeing this one-sided massacre and having no chance to escape the attack, they finally collapsed, threw down their weapons, and silently lay on the ground, begging for life.

This was a brief victory, but the scouts faced more than three times the number of enemies and defeated more with less. There were no casualties, which was enough to gain a lot of merit. Everyone smiled and became happy.

Several of the scouts jumped off their horses, and seeing that the enemies dared not move, they took ropes, carefully tied up all the prisoners, and at last, with joy that was either ferocious or merciful, they slit the throats of the wounded.

Then, the ten heads of households immediately began to interrogate the prisoners. These people had been here for a whole day. It was difficult to tell the specific location of the army, and the information was mixed and difficult to distinguish.

Faced with this situation, the head of the ten scout households frowned. He thought seriously for a moment and decided not to continue to the Holy Mother Mountain. He took advantage of the bright sky to bring these prisoners back safely.

It was too difficult to give birth, so I re-edited some plots. This chapter is from yesterday, and today's three chapters have not been updated.