Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The sparse wind swept across the dark green grassland, bringing coolness to the warrior's hot and humid face. The setting sun slowly matched the horizon, trying to close the scroll of the day.

On the battlefield at the foot of Our Lady's Mountain, two armies unprecedented in the world since the bloody century were facing each other.

In the armies of both sides, every soldier's heart beat like a hammer, but the horn never blew the battle cry of charge.

This moment of silent waiting may be more uncomfortable than the arrival of the war itself. The eyes of the soldiers could not help but look at the ominous and silent grassland in front of them.

Except for the moving wind, everything was quiet, gloomy, and lifeless, as if it was covered with the black cloak of death.

A whirlwind blew across the grass, catching pieces of hay, raising dust, and blew it directly into the eyes of the soldiers on both sides.

At this moment, the sound of horns and whistles echoed in the air, and Meng Ge's right wing flew out like a flock of frightened birds. The horses stretched their necks, lowered their ears, galloped at full speed, and rushed towards the left wing of the Holy City army. passed.

Fogo's pride also disappeared, and now his eyes were not filled with joy, but with excitement.

As soon as he saw that there were only a few thousand people, dressed in rags and carrying heavy shields, and they couldn't even charge on horseback, he stopped paying too much attention and turned sideways to his allies on the right wing. road:

"Meng Ge attacked first, so let's start too, in the name of the Holy City Alliance!"

As he spoke, he waved his right hand and ordered all the cavalry of the Ogo tribe to join the battle.

"The gods are with us!" Fogo shouted.

The right-wing cavalry of the Holy City lowered their spears and clamped their horses' bellies. The horses began to stride forward, like rocks rolling down the hillside. They were different from the Battu Camp in that they were gathering strength every moment.

From a slow walk to a jog, and finally to a gallop, they then advanced forward at a terrifying speed, uncontrollable like a landslide, determined to destroy everything in their way, and the ground they trampled could not help but groan and tremble.

Meng Ge had been observing and distinguishing the composition of the Holy City Army. When he saw that the opponent's right wing began to advance, he did not hesitate. He calmly mobilized twenty legions and launched an attack under the command of Nohat.

The shouts on the entire battlefield became even louder, causing the enemy's horses to raise their front hooves in fright.

"Go forward! Kill the enemy!"

The cavalrymen leaned on their horses and moved faster. They stretched their spears in front and charged forward.

Then, like a magnet meeting an iron stone, the leading troops of both sides collided violently. Their bones were punctured and shattered. They fell to their horses one after another and were trampled into pulp under the horses' hooves.

But the most brutal and bloody battle was after the spears in the hands of the cavalry were broken. They drew their scimitars and rushed towards each other more violently. However, no matter how much strength, courage, or endurance they had, they could not save them from death.

The terrible chops from all directions were like violent winds and rain, beating mercilessly on the black wheat fields all the time. Death was like a gust of wind blowing out life. Wails burst out from the chest, the light in the eyes went out, and the horses fell. , the military flag also fell, and the ambition was thrown into the eternal night,

At this time, the enemy's left wing began to approach the center of the battlefield. The Battu Battalion led by Elihu blocked them, and only then did everyone realize that they were a group of mounted infantry.

The war will begin at any time. The soldiers of Battu Camp began to sing a war song written by themselves. Six thousand heads wearing leather helmets looked up to the sky, six thousand pairs of eyes stared upward, and six thousand chests shouted a huge voice. , like thunder in the sky, piercing the clouds and cracking the rocks.

"Stars in the sky, Holy Mother Mountain, thank the Horse God, thank Meng Kao!"

"Only you can win our freedom. Please listen to our prayers, have mercy on us, and give us the courage and strength to enter your temple after death!"

"Have mercy on us!"

"Khal Mungol is with us!"

The echoes kept echoing this sentence, and it seemed that in these voices and this war song, there was such a huge, invincible power, which immediately poured into them, and their hearts felt like death, so they lowered their spears and raised their spears. Take up your shield and be as steady as a rock.

The left-wing cavalry of the Holy City Army roared to drive away prey, rolled across the grassland like an unstoppable storm, and pounced towards the Battu camp's military formation.

There was a loud boom, like thunder from the sky exploding in the world, the air was vibrating, and the grass blades on the ground were swaying.

In an instant, the cavalry was like fire passing through the grass that had been dried by the sun. Wherever it went, there was no grass left, and it was unstoppable. The soldiers who broke out of the camp fell down row by row.

But they were not frightened out of their courage. They retreated to the left and right to get out of the way. They continued to press forward like a crumbling wall, holding up their shields. Where the tip of the spear shone, there was a cavalryman from the Holy City Army. Fall among the horses.

The sound of horses' hooves, their neighing, and the terrible shouts of the soldiers were mixed with the sound of the horns, making the ears often silent for a moment, as if the whole person was drowning in the water and couldn't breathe, and then, again A thunderous sound of fighting will be heard.

Elihu, a strong man, held a bloody warhammer in his hands, which was covered with blood-stained hair. He frowned while fighting, very calm and focused, just like when he was working normally.

He was looking for those cavalry with long braids as targets everywhere, and the hammer he swung never missed, always breaking the opponent's body like an egg shell.

Both men and horses were stirred together in a large whirlpool, and sparks flew upwards from the iron tools. Fragments of wooden handles, broken spears, cracked shields, and blood-stained corpses intertwined into a hellish scene.

Frightened horses kept dragging corpses out of the melee, but this was not enough. The left-wing cavalry of the Holy City Army rushed over from all directions in batches. The 6,000 soldiers of Battu Camp were quickly overwhelmed. .

Mengge rode on horseback and observed the entire war closely, but he never dared to put the entire army into battle, including himself, because the two important figures of the Holy City Army did not appear in his field of vision.

Seeing that the Battu Camp was being continuously and mercilessly attacked, without even the necessary breathing time, it was beginning to collapse. He took a deep breath and finally couldn't help but issue the order.

"Get ready! Get ready!" The Bloodriders flew past the six reserve legions like lightning, shouting in a bell-like voice.

"Get ready!" Thousands and hundreds of households who received the order all shouted in accordance with it.

The soldiers of these six reserve legions knew that it was their turn. Everyone grabbed their weapons and easily got into position.

"Forward! Forward!"

As the attack horn sounded, they rushed out like a hurricane, rushing forward without hesitation, towards the left battlefield where the battle was the most brutal. They were all one of the strongest Qianhu of the Mengo tribe, and they did not defeat the enemies who were several times more numerous. Put it in your eyes.