Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Time passed slowly, and after a while, it was getting close to evening. The light was getting weaker and weaker, and even people with good eyesight could not see the situation in the distance from a high place.

The only thing that can be confirmed is that the land around the Kaiser Pass is still dead, and both sides are like spears and shields, holding their breath waiting for the fatal blow to fall.

In the Dothraki Zala camp, Wanhu's tent was set up next to a huge rock. A torch was inserted in the crack of the stone, casting a fiery red and erratic light around.

Mosuo and the captains sat on the ground, all of them expressionless, without any movement, as if they had fallen into silence for a long time.

The commander of Wanhu, surrounded by everyone, looked as old as the rock behind him, with messy hair and beard hanging on his skinny head and chin like weeds.

At this moment, one of the captains spoke, and it sounded like he was answering a question. His voice was very low, hoarse, and a little hesitant.

"Our scouts reported that the enemy dug traps and inserted stakes on the mountain. We can't attack them by surprise."

Moso's expressionless face didn't reveal anything, but his determination could be felt from his voice.

"So what? If the Kaiser Pass falls, we don't need to go back."

"If we succeed, the Dothraki army can enter Meereen from here. The great khal will not only not hold us accountable, but will also give us generous rewards. I am willing to take out my share and share it with you.

"The dead will not care about these things, nor will they give gifts." The captain stood up, bent down and looked at Moso, and answered in a low voice:

"If you survive this war, I will ask the great khal to take my people away from your pasture. If I retreat in the battle, you can kill me. "

Moso acted as if he didn't care at all. He sat there like a weathered rock.

But from his hunched back, it can be seen that he was carrying a heavy burden.

Then, he talked with other captains for a while. Finally, he struggled with his tired body, stood up, took a deep breath, and said to everyone:

"The mountains are dangerous and the terrain is unfavorable. Dothraki warriors, all dismount and fight on foot. The enemy is numerous and we are few. You must fight to the death to win. "

After hearing the last sentence, the captains did not respond. They just had a gleam of resentment in their eyes, clenched their scimitars, glanced at Mosuo, and left directly.

This was not a refusal to fight. They went back to prepare for the order to go to war. This was the last stage before the war.

In their opinion, not many people would survive. However, when they thought of the great Khal and the Dothraki military orders, they could only suppress their resentment.

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That night, everything went very smoothly. Mosuo sent out many experienced scouts to prevent any Qarth or Meereen spies from having the opportunity to inquire about the movement of the Razha camp.

When the sky was dark and bright, the Dothraki warriors shuttled through the darkness like black silhouettes.

The assembly took longer than expected, and the captains wasted a lot of time to let the warriors put their horses Lead to the valley behind the camp.

The Kaiser Pass is broken in many places and is covered with huge rubble accumulated over countless years.

Taking advantage of the dim light, Mosuo ordered the centurions to lead their respective warriors to spread out among these rocks and hide their tracks, and then called all the thousand households to a meeting.

The governors all came, they looked at Mosuo with extremely disgusted expressions, and talked to him in a low and angry language.

Mosuo's face was calm, and he touched his chest with his fist to show respect, and looked at each governor sincerely.

Then, he suddenly straightened up, his eyes became sharp, like a beast smelling the scent of prey.

He turned his head and waved his hand towards the black northeast, and slowly spoke in a low voice:

"The enemy did not fight us with a large force. It makes sense for them to occupy the dangerous defense with a relatively superior force."

"This idea seems good. They think they have watched all the roads and trapped us to death. "Having said this, Mosso made a strange hoarse sound, and it seemed as if he was laughing.

He turned around suddenly, amplified his voice, and shouted:

"This is good news! Even in such a dangerous situation, the fire of victory has been ignited again! The enemy's wisdom has become our helper."

"Because, this place is not a good place for a decisive battle with a large force. The practice of occupying dangerous places is actually to disperse our own forces. As long as we break through with heavy troops all the way, the enemy's other dangerous forces are equivalent to being idle."

"Now, this damn terrain has become our best helper; now, the Qarth people are in a hurry to clean up the pits, dig trenches, and dig their own graves; now, as long as we can rush through this mountain pass, we can kick the enemy back to the Skarsdan River and retake our Lacha."

"Dothraki leader, may you have good luck!"

"Kill the Qarth people! Kill all enemies! "Moso lay down, touching the ground with his forehead, raised his hands high, as if praying to the sky and the earth, and shouted loudly: "The great khal, the horse god, will be pleased with this, Dothraki will win!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have gained the power of the gods. He stood up quickly, pulled out the scimitar from his waist, and waved it hard. Dothraki warriors swarmed out from behind every rock in silence. .

At this time, the time was getting closer to morning, and the light was getting brighter and brighter. People with good eyesight could already see clearly what was going on in the mountain pass from a high place. The people of Qarth also saw what they had always wanted to see.

A mile away from the position, an orderly group of warriors appeared. They advanced at a steady pace and maintained a fixed formation.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, the Dothraki are attacking with all their strength!"

Amidst the harsh shouts, the Qarthen soldiers woke up from their sleep. They ran to their respective posts as if they were being chased by wild beasts, and immediately saw fire flashing in the distance.

These flames seemed to have penetrated the sand and gravel and began to spread in the mountain pass. Long fire dragons gathered in front of their eyes, heading along the gravel field towards the mountains where Qarth's main position was located.

The soldiers on the position held their breath, preparing to face the staggering number of enemies.

Then, suddenly there was a loud horn sound, and the enemy began to charge. The original long flame dragon turned into a raging wave of fire.

Teams of Dothraki warriors held torches and scimitars, roaring and running forward in crazy languages.

A low sound of horns was also heard from the Qarth position. They fired huge crossbows. These huge crossbows had already measured the distance and were waiting for a killing spree.

Dozens of spear-like crossbow arrows, with a whistling sound, were fired at the enemy at high speed, skewering the neat Dothraki into skewers, and cheers of response immediately sounded in the position.

The Dothraki ranks became panicked, and some warriors began to desert their ranks to avoid the terrifying weapon.

The heads of hundreds and thousands of households shouted violent slogans to kill the enemy, organized the attack, and charged forward to boost morale.

At the forefront of all the warriors were Wanhu Mosuo and the warriors holding the black galloping horse flag. They shouted:

"Fight for the Dothraki! Kill the Qarthen and take back the Pass of Kaiser!"

None of them were wearing armor, their chests were bare, and they blew up the mountains mercilessly with a thunder-like momentum, like the strong wind on the grassland.