Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Buyers of the Unsullied usually merge them with their existing armies, integrate them using their own military organization and regulations, and let their own officers manage them, but usually the buyer's army management system is far from complete. Far inferior to the Unsullied.

The same is true for the city of Qohor. Without a number of officers from the Unsullied who were subsequently sold, this garrison would not even be able to maintain the unity of the army.

"Insect, insect, what color are you today?"

"After the Dothraki barbarians outside the city get away, I will buy all the virgins for you in the best love field in Qohor, haha."

"Their first day will belong to the bugs, and the second day can belong to us again."

"Oh, Black Goat, the smell of the Dothraki is so bad that I can't continue drinking. I'm going to vomit, vomit."

For nine days, the Dothraki had besieged the city but had never taken any siege action, causing the officers who were born from the Qohor nobles to return to their old ways.

Perhaps it was the psychological pressure the war brought to them that made some bad habits worse.

As long as the commander of the garrison, Salo Cote, goes to a meeting or banquet organized by the high-ranking nobles, they will drink and have fun all night long, and they will make fun of them unscrupulously when they are drunk. A man with three spikes on his spiked helmet Unsullied officer.

There are no decorations on the Unsullied's attire, just a sewn tunic, short sword, three spears, shield and spiked helmet. The more spikes on the spiked helmet, the higher the level of the wearer. , three spikes represent a senior military officer.

Seeing that the Unsullied officers were still loyal to their duties and had no reaction to their teasing, the noble officers of Qohor became increasingly angry.

The garrison commander Salo Cote trusted the "bugs" very much. After taking office, he immediately relieved the noble officers of their management and command authority and handed it over to the unsmiling three-thorned "bug" in front of him.

The drunken noble officer of Qohor stood up unsteadily, with a hideous face, and said inarticulately:

"Chong, Chong, I know that it is my father who bought you. Come down and answer your ancestors' questions. I ask you what color you are today, gray, yellow, or white?"

From the moment the Unsullied were purchased as slaves, they lost their names.

They decide their names for the day by randomly drawing name tags from a bucket.

There are two words on each name tag, one for color and one for bug.

The noble wanted to step forward and pull the "bug" away, but too much alcohol numbed his nerves.

Perhaps it was also because of the expressionless evil look on the "worm's face" that he could only act stupidly like a hen and continue to shout sarcastically:

"When you were castrated, were you completely cut off? When they burned your private work to ashes, did you feel regretful? I heard that the day a boy was castrated, he would be given a puppy to raise. , at the end of the first year of training the boy has to strangle the puppy, if he can't do it the boy is killed, bug, you get the spiked helmet of the Unsullied but don't become dog fodder , you are really cruel.

The "worm" ignored the incompetent screamer, but the officer's companions knew that the defense of the city still needed to rely on the Unsullied, so they stepped forward to hold the noble officer who had fallen into madness.

But this was not enough to calm him down. His father was the most powerful nobleman in the city of Kohor, but the lowly "bug" took away his position and his achievements, so he continued to get close to " "Chongzi" had a dark face and gritted his teeth and said:

"That day, how did you feel when you came to the slave market wearing a silver mask, bought a newborn, and killed him with your own hands in front of his mother? It must have been very satisfying when you compensated the slave owner for the loss, haha."

As he talked, Officer Kohol was enjoying himself and laughing wildly.

The Unsullied officer glanced outside the dark city, and then walked down the city wall in a standard military manner. He still ignored the noble officer.

Since he started training at the age of five, he has long lost his emotions and self.

However, if he was allowed to use his knowledge as an officer to provide advice, he would still lack a lot of experience in defending the city this time.

For example, torches should be thrown outside the city for lighting at regular intervals to prevent enemies from attacking and stealing the city at night, but he is just a "white worm" without individual emotions and will only obey the orders of the master with command authority.

The courtyard of the high nobles in the city.

The entire house is guarded by the Unsullied, and a twelve-foot-high brick wall stands outside the house.

An ivy garden and flowering trees surround a marble pool, in which stands a handsome and elegant statue of a boy carved from painted marble. The occasional barking of a dog reveals that there is a kennel hidden in the backyard.

Residential dinner hall.

Long white candles illuminated the hall as if it were daytime. A set of gorgeous tapestry depicting tribute to the three thousand warriors of Qohor hung on the wall. It was woven from wool, silk and gold and silver threads, and was enough to be regarded by the nobles. Make it a family heirloom.

Young girls and ladies, their silk skirts rubbing, accompanied by laughter, the strong smell of perfume filled the air.

"Let us pay tribute to Commander Salo Kot. It was his wisdom and bravery that prevented the Dothraki barbarians from taking a step closer to the city wall."

The owner of the courtyard is short, old, fat and bald. His body is covered with perfume and he wears yellow silk with golden tassels. He raises the wine glass in his hand and loudly enhances the atmosphere.

Salo Kot was not happy. It was like the calm before the storm. The Dothraki did not attack directly like a mad cow, which was the most terrifying situation.

But he also belonged to a high-level noble family, so he had to be far-fetched. Defending the city still had to rely on the gang of moths in front of him. After all, the Unsullied were purchased with money from the nobles.

"Let us raise our glasses to celebrate once again. The followers of the Black Goat have shattered the plot of the heretics of R'hllor."

Salo Cote looked pale and weak, which was the reason why he came to the banquet willingly.

I want to warn the high-ranking nobles that the believers of R'hllor, the Lord of Light, are still hiding in the city, silently accumulating strength. The commotion of the heretics at dusk is probably just a diversion. They must have other plans.

“Dear ladies, please put down your wine glasses and let us pray to the Black Goat together to bless the smooth return of the Qohor fleet, the successful landing of the fleet, and a heavy blow to the Dothraki. The Black Goat God is still guarding the city of Qohor. "

Now, all Salo Cote wanted to do was smash the wine glass in his hand onto the fat and stupid face of his bald master.

He actually openly publicized the military secrets of the fleet's landing at a banquet in front of the public.

What's more, Qohor City had lost contact with the fleet three days ago.

But this group of moths simply believed that the fleet was struggling to move north and had no time to care.

After all, the city of Qohor is being besieged by the Dothraki, and it is not normal for news to fail to reach them.

But the Dothraki had no ability to besiege the water gate near the Qin River.

The high nobles retorted that the Dothraki had no fleet and were no threat.

Salo Cote felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart. He couldn't help but raised the wine bottle in his hand in frustration and started drinking heavily.

Qohor, who has not experienced war in four hundred years! What should I do to save you?