Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The 6,000 warriors in Battu camp were actually composed of two thousand-household regiments. The regiment in front was ravaged horribly and was almost killed to pieces.

Every step of the way, every inch of land, paid the price of rivers of blood.

Although the enemy kept adding new troops and wanted to defeat the soldiers of Battu Camp, all efforts were in vain. The other legion was still shouting the name of their patron saint and resisting fanatically and desperately.

The ferocious Elihu Phoenix was rampaging through the formation like a wild boar. His helmet was knocked off in an attack, so he fought bare-headed. His bloody face frightened the enemies, and they thought He is not a person, but some monster in the Skeleton Mountains.

All the cavalrymen who fought with him were unlucky, and they lost their lives under that war hammer before even letting out a shrill wail. However, he did not look at it and continued to kill enemies everywhere, as if the God of Death himself came to the world wearing armor. Harvest life.

Kaa, a tribe on the left wing of the Holy City Army, was furious when he saw this scene. He roared and rushed towards Elihu's back. Due to the noise, he did not hear the other party's shout clearly and blocked the blow in time. The scimitar split open his shoulder pads and almost severed his arm from the shoulder.

Before the tribal Kaa could turn around and strike again, the heavy warhammer was already spinning and hitting his spine. His bloodriders rushed over to help desperately, but were immediately attacked with spears by the quick-reacting warriors from the tug-of-war. When the assassin fell from his horse, his tribal warriors saw the tragic death of their Kaa, and they all wanted to retreat, shouting at each other and retreating.

Seeing that the other khaos on the left wing of the Holy City Army could not open up the gap in the line, they felt that all the attacks were in vain and a waste of life and strength. They angrily mobilized the other two larger troops, bypassing the flanks of Battu Camp and continuing to the center. As the battlefield moved, Elihu and others were also being attacked by at least two tribes, and there was no spare force to intercept them.

At this moment, Meng Ge's six reserve legions rushed in like thunderbolts. They were all the most elite Dothraki cavalry. Their spears were pointed in front of them, pointing at the flanks of the Battu camp that were like clouds. The Holy City Army poured out, shouting loudly:

"Charge! Kill the enemy!" The loud voice made the enemies a little confused.

This fierce attack was like a flock of eagles flying into a flock of sheep. The cavalry of the Holy City Army who had just detoured and had not yet taken a stand were rushed to pieces.

The khals on the left were shocked at first, and then they became sober and frightened. They reined in their horses unconsciously and looked forward hesitantly for a while. They had not yet decided what to do, but they definitely couldn't bear it. Commander Fogo waved his right hand and went to die again.

The twenty legions led by Nohat were also fighting against the entire right wing of the Holy City Army. Although the strength of the two sides was very different, the battle was stalemate there for a long time. The soldiers with the command and cooperation of the leaders of hundreds and ten households were at odds with the enemy. Victory or defeat was determined without taking a step back.

The two armies launched a fierce battle across the board. The difference at this time was that Fogo chose to press forward with his entire army, and he was also caught in the middle of a fierce battle. At this time, he could be said to have lost most of his military command capabilities and could not at all There is no way to contact and mobilize various tribes, let alone support.

And Meng Ge still has the ability to make the final decision. He has been carefully observing the entire battlefield and directing the attack process. His messengers kept going everywhere to convey orders, and even their voices were hoarse.

When he saw the whole army going into battle, he knew in his heart that the moment of life and death had arrived, so he commanded his bloodriders to go into battle like a tornado sweeping through the disaster of death.

His flag began to flutter over the battlefield, and the wind stretched it out, blooming like a huge flower of hope: a symbol of victory.

Then, a burst of flames rose in the air, and many cavalry in armor ran out of the fire. The entire army shouted fanatically towards the flag, and rushed towards the enemy like crazy, as if the strength of each legion and the strength of the soldiers were The quantity has doubled.

Mengge wore a large white cloak, which was blown by the wind like the wings of an eagle. He galloped at the front on his horse, hoping that every warrior could see his figure.

Behind him are the essence of the world's cavalry. They are all tall and tall, wearing hard armor, riding on tall and strong horses. They are heroic and have no tired look, because they have not participated in the battle yet. They are like hurricanes sweeping through small groups. The cavalry rushes towards the battlefield where the enemy is weakest.

"It's Mongo himself, riding on the horse of the world!" Fogo shouted.

When the cavalry on the right wing of the Holy City Army heard this cry, they all galloped out from their original places to meet the enemy. The first to attack was the Ogo tribe. They were so large in number that they thought they could kill Meng Ge's blood alliance with just one charge. The guards were defeated.

However, apart from their numbers, they did not have any of the conditions required for a victorious army. They gritted their teeth and rushed towards the bloodriders crazily, then quickly retreated. They were not so much attacking as they were defending, because of their curves. The sword slashed at the armor, but it was all in vain.

Afterwards, batch after batch of Holy City Army rushed over, and the two sides continued to fight on the ground strewn with corpses.

Meng Ge's huge strength has always been invincible. The enemies he killed can pile up into a hill. In the war, whoever meets him will be killed as if struck by lightning, and whose parents will become unfortunate people. .

No one could withstand his blow. Those great Kaa and Kou thought they were the bravest warriors in the grassland. Even their horses were split in half and fell down.

The scimitar and the armor kept colliding with each other, making a clicking sound. The enemy's corpses were piled higher and higher, and the blood formed a river on the trampled land. Mengge kept looking for the commander of the Holy City Army on the bloody battlefield. , everything went well for him on this day, because fate put this person into his hands.

Fogo considered himself the natural enemy riding the world's horse. He swore that he would soak Mengo's blood with his scimitar before he gave up. He was young and strong, and his strength and flexibility exceeded the average opponent, so he Shouting to the cavalry to follow him, he rushed into the whirlpool of the battle.

When he saw the giant in a blood-red cloak, standing on the pile of corpses, like a pillar inserted into a hill, Fogo frowned and stared at Menggo's back, thinking to himself:

"My chance has come. No one can survive from his hands. If I defeat him, I can gain immortal glory."

Before the cavalry behind him could stop him, he had already rushed straight towards Menggo. He was unwilling to violate the Dothraki warrior honor and attack his opponent from behind, so he shouted loudly from afar:

"I have sworn to the Virgin Mountain, and on the honor of my son Fogo, Ogo, that if I find you, I will fight you to the death."

"Come back, Meng Ge, surrender, otherwise, come and fight me."

Menggo turned around and recognized at a glance that this was the target he was looking for. Before he could hear clearly what Fogo was shouting, the young man brandished a scimitar and galloped in front of him.

Naturally, he would not be merciful to this gift that he had brought to his door. He stretched out his hand to open the blade, and the Valyrian steel scimitar chopped off the opponent's head without any cover.

The two passed each other, and the son of Kaa, who was commanding nearly two hundred thousand troops at a young age, was separated from his head. His body wearing a gold-plated belt, his feet still kicking on the ground, and his head on the other side. , eyes wide open.

Soon, death, the greatest mediator of mankind, covered his head with night and let him rest in peace forever.

Behind him, the cavalry of the Ogo tribe rushed towards Mongo to avenge their commander, but the bloodriders blocked their way.

"Fogo is dead, Fogo is dead!"

Waves of shouts caused the Holy City Army cavalry to rein in their horses and look around blankly, trying to figure out the truth of the matter. When they saw the fallen gray horse flag with a black background and the The head on the spear tip slowly began to retreat.

"Surrender without killing, surrender without killing!"

The Bloodriders held Mongo's flag high and rushed to the top of the mountain. Along the way, Dothraki cavalry cut off their braids, jumped off their horses, crawled on the blood-soaked ground, and surrendered.

But the fighting is still going on, because many warriors of the Ogo tribe to which Fogo belongs would rather die than live and be captured. Some people rush into the heat of the battle like crazy, fighting as if in a dream, wanting to die. farewell before.

Mengge calmly commanded the ten legions, outflanking and dividing them into several small circles. They did not give up, and formed a circular formation to defend themselves like a group of fierce horses facing a pack of wolves.

The surrounding net of thousands of households couldn't help but tighten, like a python wrapped around the body of a bison, so the spears and scimitars began to shine again, and the cavalry of the Ogo tribe fell one after another like a felled forest. They all died silently, angrily, solemnly and bravely.

For the soldiers of the Ogo tribe, Fogo lost the war, but they have not yet lost. This can be a day of great disaster, but it cannot be a day of giving up honor.

Other tribes of the Holy City Army, because their Kaa or Kou are still alive, few are willing to surrender to the victors. They want to escape here as soon as possible. Nohat can only lead the remaining legions to pursue them.

All the captured flags were planted on the hills. The night breeze rolled up and blew these flags away. The bright moon was hidden in the clouds and mist, secretly closing the last gap in the scroll.

With that, all internecine fighting and suffering among the Dothraki ended, not for one day, but for hundreds of years on the steppes.

Meng Ge looked at the scene in front of him. Although he had completely seen the cruelty of this war, he still felt sad at this time, but what he was more confused about was where was the Sauter tribe?