Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Get up at dawn and plow the courtyard to sweep the holes.

A mound of nearly six meters high was piled outside the city wall. When the order to retreat was given, the prisoners who filled the city rolled and crawled out of the battlefield.

What separates the Qin En River is life and death. Red and white are filled with nightmare-like illusions. All mortals are destined to die, and life will be disillusioned.

Mengge galloped on his war horse with his whip raised, facing the three thousand slave warriors arrayed in front, and shouted loudly:

"Slaves, what I want to say to you now is not to ask you to be brave and good at fighting, live and run towards freedom, bring back three enemy heads for me, and cancel all the debts you owe me, warriors, world The gods will be with you."

The trumpeter blew the horn, and the slave warriors who stood silently roared, took steps, and rushed towards the city of Kohol. The entire front was like a surging wave, moving forward without fear of the rocky beach in front.

The archers on the city wall were ready to attack, and arrows fell like a shower, plunging into the dense team of slave warriors.

Without the protection of armor, countless screams broke out from the slave warriors. The slave at the front fell like wheat blown down by the strong wind, and was in a mess.

What's more important is that the slave warriors were frightened by the arrows. Their fierce energy was exhausted, their courage was lost, and they were suddenly at a loss.

The brave move forward, the hesitant stop, and the timid retreat.

At this moment, behind the slave warrior team, a group of Dothraki cavalry raised their arakh scimitars and roared towards the defeated army.

This was the first time the Dothraki cavalry had launched a charge since the beginning of the war. Amidst the flash of swords and rain of blood, they were warned not to stop.

The horn sounded, and the slave warriors were forced to attack Kohol City again with blood-red pupils and fighting spirit.

There were roars, screams, and blood splattering. Looking forward, there was blood and corpses everywhere.

The pale-faced affairs officer Ofo said feebly:

"Kaa, things don't seem to be ideal."

Meng Ge frowned subconsciously, his eyes were cold, and he tried hard to suppress the displeasure in his heart and said:

"When filling the city, the enemy did not have such rules and organization. If the Qohor garrison did not have compassion and sympathy for the compatriots' prisoners, or was hiding their strength, it could only mean that the enemy's commander had just arrived. Slaves have bad luck."

"Kaa..."

Before Ofer could continue to speak, he was interrupted by Mengge. He waved the Dothraki cavalry over to take away the weak old man, and said at the same time:

"Officer, what you need most now is to rest. Don't worry. This is just a small loss. The gods are still on our side, and the victory is determined."

Any army that can survive one-third of its losses without collapsing is considered elite.

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Each slave only lives for himself and does not care about the life or death of others. This makes them more brave and ruthless, but also vulnerable.

The Gith slave struggled to get up, blood slowly oozing from his waist, and the wound was a cut from a sharp blade on his back.

Looking at the slave warriors trampling on each other in front of them, scrambling to climb up the city wall to die.

He stood there blankly, not knowing what to do for a moment, but there was a realization in his mind: these people were unreliable.

Behind the city wall, the Unsullied fought in a high-level, loose infantry phalanx. This fighting form allowed the warriors to be more flexible and responsive in using daggers, shields, and spears to carry out coordinated attacks. It also ensured that they Not too vulnerable to flank attacks.

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Outside the city wall, the slaves who rushed to the top of the city were just killed by the enemy and pushed down the city wall. The slaves who followed rushed up crazily again. During this period, slaves kept falling and being trampled.

On the mound, slaves were piled up in layers, extending to the base of the city wall. A stream of blood slowly flowed under the corpses, making it a purgatory on earth.

Seeing the number of slave warriors crowding outside the city wall slowly decreasing, Meng Ge still took his time and had a clear mind to encourage the morale of the roaring warriors of a thousand Dothraki assembled in formation.

"Dothraki warriors, I could have led you back to the Dothraki Sea as a victor, but I am not a timid person. The people of Qohor tied the braids of the Dothraki ancestors on their long hair. On the spear, showing off their power, even planting the trees of the forest of Qohor on the grassland of the Dothraki, isn't this a shame? They sent arrogant messengers to my camp, wanting to offer me gold alone, but I don't care These, capture Qohor, and all the Dothraki will receive gold. This will be a memorial to your bravery. Whoever died, his death will be glorious, and his funeral will be grand. No doubt, This must be regarded as a supreme glory in the Notre Dame Mountain, and it must be extremely pious under the gaze of the sky.”

"The great Khal."

"Kaa Mungo, Khal Mungo."

The breeze carried fanaticism and swept across the entire Dothraki camp in an instant, and their fierce eyes flashed with the color of hot hope.

Meng Ge raised a special long-handled giant scimitar, and the blood boiled in his tall and burly body.

"I will use the gold of Qohor to forge a golden crown, and I will put the heads of Qohor people on spears. The spear forest is denser than the forest of Qohor."

Kaa is in front, a thousand warriors are behind, and the fanatical shouts and roars of 70,000 Dothraki tribes follow closely behind. The morale is high and the physical strength is full, like a mountain torrent surging out, moving forward in a mighty manner, carrying an indomitable momentum. Run towards the city wall.

The tense and exhausted defenders on the city wall were immediately frightened by the overwhelming sound and the aggressive momentum. It was not until the commander roared that they recovered and drew their bows to fire.

Messy arrows flew into the Dothraki military formation, most of which were blocked by the skinned wooden shields. Only a handful of warriors were hit by the arrows.

On the mound outside the wall, layers of corpses almost reached the top of the city. An Unsullied one threw a spear. Before he could see whether his spear had hit the target, he saw a tall figure carrying A ray of sword light struck, and his fighting consciousness allowed him to quickly raise his buckler to defend himself. Another companion stepped forward and thrust out his dagger to cooperate with the flanking attack.

"Click"

As the shield shattered, the giant scimitar struck the spiked helmet of the Unsullied. Blood spurted out like a fountain, and a bloody rain fell. Another Unsullied's dagger pierced the skin, but failed to make an inch.

Faced with the encircling Unsullied Ones, Meng Ge advanced instead of retreating. He waved the long-handled scimitar with his strong arms, exerted force on his waist and abdomen, and swept the sword horizontally.

Broken limbs and arms, blood splattered everywhere, tearing apart the Unsullied formation, and the Dothraki who followed swarmed forward.

Meng Ge was like a sharp arrow, running rampant, and like a hot blade piercing into cold butter. The calm and strict battle formation of the Unsullied seemed weak under his aggressive and fire-like attack.

The sharp blade flashed across the enemy's chest like lightning, directly splitting the Unsullied in front of him into two pieces.

However, the fearlessness of the Unsullied in the face of battle was fully demonstrated at this time. They still gathered together to maintain their formation, launched attacks forward, and fought to the death.

Now it's time to either kill the Unsullied or find the commander who has control over them.

Unfortunately, the cautious garrison commander Salo Kot gave the order to the Unsullied who stayed behind to defend the city from the moment the Dothraki climbed onto the city wall, and then immediately retreated to the inner city.