Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

In the morning, the sky turned white again, and the west wind blew over the barren mountains.

It was cold all around, and all the terrain was gray and yellow sandstone, monotonous, desolate and lifeless, looking like a gloomy cemetery without life.

This is the Kaiser Pass, located in the south of the Dothraki Sea. It is the main transportation route connecting Lacha and Meereen, and the location of the Dothraki Lacha Wanhu Camp.

At this time, Mosso, the governor of the Wanhu, was standing on a high place, looking at the mountains a few miles away in the northeast. There was a lot of thick smoke, like a low-hanging dark cloud, covering the entire mountain.

He tried to estimate the number of enemies based on the smoke, but his thoughts could not help but drift to half a month ago, recalling the intelligence he received at that time.

The Qarth fleet arrived at the Slaver's Bay and did not land on any coast. The enemy moved eastward along the Skarzadan River and burned the cities and pastures of the Zalalin people.

Thinking of this, Moso cursed the Zalalin in his heart. Those cowardly "sheep people" who were used to being oppressed and exploited quickly accepted the rule of the Dothraki when he led his army to arrive.

Now facing the Qarth soldiers, they did not dare to resist at all. Like a flock of sheep attacked by wild wolves, they were driven to the Kaiser Pass to seek his protection.

He shook his head, wrapped his body tightly with his worn cloak, and muttered: "Even if the sheep people hold on for one more day, I can teach the Qarth people a painful lesson. Defense is not the way of war that the Dothraki are good at. It was the chaotic rush of the Zalalin into the Kaiser Pass that made him miss the initiative and the first opportunity, and was eventually blocked here by the coalition forces of Meereen and Qarth. He thought carefully, took the leather bag and dry food handed by the warrior, sipped a sip of water first, and then took a big sip, chewing a whole piece of hard dried meat with his teeth, forcing himself to swallow it. After a whole night, he was old and had no extra strength to do other things, so he just sat on the ground to rest. But he was not sitting steadily. The strong wind kept taking away his body temperature, and the sharp stones made his body extremely painful. Slightly recovered After recovering a little, he finally recognized the bitter truth:

Even in the most optimistic state, their supplies are only enough to keep them going for a week. When the food and water are used up, they will be alone in a dead, barren mountain without reinforcements and supplies.

However, Mosuo has long trained a strong heart, his fire of hope has never been extinguished, and the pressure has also been transformed into a new force.

His ordinary, wrinkled face became very serious, and his firm belief supported him from behind. Nothing in front of him could make him retreat.

The Dothraki khal, who was once very good at escaping, stood up, with a stronger sense of responsibility, and refocused his eyes on the present, studying what to do next.

As the light gradually increased, he was surprised to see that those wearing copper scale armor and wearing copper teeth on their heads , black feather long-beaked helmets, like the gravel scattered all over the Kaiser Pass, scattered in groups, seizing the dangerous terrain.

He turned around hurriedly and looked at the other side of the pass. The Meereen soldiers dressed in tunics and pleated linen skirts were also reinforcing and repairing the border trenches.

The enemy did not seem to want to fight the Dothraki army in the field, and took the initiative to give up the attack, intending to use the terrain to block their breakout and trap them to death in the Kaiser Pass.

Because this piece of land is indeed a natural barrier. The entire pass is full of large and small rocks, and there are uneven pits everywhere. There are also many cracks extending from the middle to the outside, which can make the Dothraki cavalry useless. It is very suitable for strict defense.

Mosuo stared at the sky with his eyes, thinking silently. After thinking seriously for several times, although he still maintained the original The first posture, but he has made up his mind.

If the enemy commander continues to take the approach of dividing and occupying dangerous places at the Kaiser Pass, this war will not be too much of a challenge for him.

The mountainous terrain can certainly enhance the army's defensive capabilities, but it also disperses its own troops, reduces the efficiency of the generals' command and communication, and greatly reduces the speed of mutual rescue between the armies.

The most important thing is that the Dothraki will turn the passive into the active in the war.

Having made up his mind, Mosso can finally take a break for a while. He draped his cloak on the sandstone, tiredly turned his eyes away from the distant mountains, and yawned.

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Time passed slowly. Early the next morning, although the enemy still did not launch an attack and did not gain a greater advantage, it still constituted an extremely heavy pressure in the hearts of the people in the Dothraki Zala camp.

According to the latest intelligence, the enemy they faced had twice as many troops as them, and the other side also dismantled the giant crossbow on the warship for defense.

The news was brought by a scout captain, who rushed back with a handful of cavalrymen, with corpses on his horses, the remains of his comrades he had barely brought back from the mission.

He immediately rushed to Mosuo, where Wan Hu was sitting in a tent in the Zala camp waiting. His dark eyes kept looking to the northeast, as if he could penetrate all obstacles and see the horses on the grassland in the distance.

"The Qarth people have occupied all your outer defenses."

The captain was covered in blood, angry, and spoke very roughly, with obvious accusations.

He seemed to disapprove of the elderly Mosuo, and wanted to provoke him, and continued to shout:

"We have to break out, that's our only hope."

But his idea failed. Mosso would not be offended by this and responded softly:

"Maybe! But the real war has not yet come, and a wise leader will not rush forward with his army."

"Also, are you coming back just to tell us this news? Do you want to spread fear in the camp? Or are you just running away because you can't defeat the enemy?"

The commander's gentle words were like a basin of ice water in the ears of the head of the household, extinguishing all the anger in his heart and reminding him clearly of the strict military laws enacted by the great Kaa.

He couldn't help but shudder, quickly lowered his head, his voice became softer, and he explained respectfully:

"According to my observation, at present, the enemy's cavalry is still their weakest link. When we retreated, the enemy did not send troops to chase us. Therefore, if the soldiers rush out of the mountain pass on horseback, they will not be able to stop us."

Mosso shook his head and expressed his rejection of the hundred-household leader's proposal. He would not waver in his determination. He must not give up the Kesai Pass because it was the main route for the Dothraki to march into Slaver's Bay.

He knew that all the dangers and obstacles would reach a peak before his eyes. Tomorrow would be the beginning of the conflict, the prelude to the war, and the fight for the final ownership of this place.