Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The blood-red sunset had mostly set, covering the ground with a dim yellow, and the distant wilderness became hazy and dark.

The shadow cast by the cavalry was fading rapidly, and Corsolo led nearly ten thousand troops on the sandy road filled with afterglow.

They dare not relax their vigilance for a moment, and until now they have not heard or seen any enemy figures.

However, there are more and more birds in the front, and companions are constantly flying in from the northeast to join them. At this time, the crows that originally returned to their nests are also circling in the distant sky.

"Something must have happened ahead." A Dothraki cavalry pointed at the flock of birds flying in the sky and shouted: "Now is definitely not the time for migratory birds. These are frightened birds. There are also a large number of vultures and crows gathering in the distance. , there seems to be a fight."

Corsolo did not answer. He raised his head and carefully looked at the scene in front of him. The black birds flapped their tired wings reluctantly, chirping but refused to land and stop to rest.

Maybe he didn't understand the language of crows, but he knew that they were very intelligent, suspicious birds with good memories.

But they also feed on the flesh and blood of the dead in battle, so there may be the remains of warriors ahead. Maybe Dothraki in similar attire hurt them not long ago, which leaves their memory fresh.

Thinking of this, Corsolo's face became ugly, and he could vaguely feel that he could smell the stench of decaying human bones.

Relying on the new news constantly brought by the sacrificial lives of the probing cavalry, he knew that the enemy's army was stationed on the banks of the Valanna River, which would undoubtedly give them some more breathing time.

What was even more fortunate was that he also heard from the scouting cavalry that he was able to distract the enemy's scouts who were running around the banks of the Valanna River.

But now when he leads the army to advance towards the enemy's rear, the enemy may have quietly reached a position not far from their front.

He knew that the situation had changed, and he understood that they actually didn't have much time to prepare.

"The enemy has arrived. Everyone is ready to fight and prepare to start the war." The simple inference made Corsolo feel very uneasy. He murmured in his heart that things would not be like this, but he had to point at the flock of birds. The military issued a warning:

"We don't have much time. A group of enemies is approaching here. This army must be relying on the cover of scouts. They disguise themselves as small groups and disperse before gathering quietly."

His foresight may be quite correct, and it is also very reasonable analysis and truth. However, Corsolo obviously ignored the impact of the commander's will on the state of the army.

When the soldiers heard this, their desire to fight did not increase.

He immediately realized that his tone of voice was somewhat pessimistic, so he jumped out of the crowd, raised the scimitar in his hand, and shouted again in a confident voice:

"I have said before that the critical moment has arrived. There is only a scimitar between us and the enemy. It is time to prove who is the most powerful warrior on horseback. The Horse God is watching us in the sky, He said Mengo Khal is the king of the Dothraki clan. He needs us to work together and fight endlessly. Moreover, according to the scouting cavalry report, the enemy's camp on the banks of the Valanna River is very large, so the number of enemy troops that may suddenly appear in the front is very large. Not too much, victory is waiting at the front, and all enemies will fall under our horses."

Encouraged by their commander, the morale of the Dothraki roaring warriors was high. They were even very happy, showing excited smiles. They pulled out the scimitars at their waists and took off the horn bows from their backs. Everyone seemed to be ready to fight. .

Then, the army bypassed the place where the crows circled and continued on the road to the enemy's rear, until nightfall gradually fell.

When it completely fell into darkness, many fires suddenly lit up in front, and they found a group of hundreds of troops gathered around the campfire.

Soon after, the scouting cavalry clearly identified the opponent as a group of unfamiliar Dothraki roaring warriors by the light of the fire.

As the distance got closer, the enemies also noticed that they were approaching quietly without raising the torch, and they were naturally extremely surprised.

"Who are you?" Seeing that the newcomers did not use force directly, the enemies did not seem to feel worried or scared. They shouted with great pride: "We are the tribal warriors of Khal Drogo."

"That's a very good question."

Corsolo whispered softly, raised his horn bow, and shot an arrow at the questioner. The arrow hit his chest with a whizzing sound, and the man struggled and trembled and fell to the ground.

"This is my answer." He rode back and forth and shouted: "We have surrounded this camp. Unless you throw away your weapons and give up resistance, you will not be able to stand under the sky alive. If you are willing to surrender, , we will no longer use weapons against you.”

As Corsolo's words fell, the sound of horse hooves gradually sounded, and countless bow cavalry appeared in the darkness to surround the camp.

At the same time, dozens more arrows flew out, killing those who wanted to resist, leaving the rest to think carefully about their current situation.

Most people's faces became very gloomy and aggrieved. Being surrounded was not a fighting environment they liked.

But some wise people knew clearly that they had made the mistake of underestimating the enemy. In the end, these people chose to cut off their braids and kneel on the ground. Others looked around again and then made the same move.

Corsolo didn't give anyone who was still hesitating time, he waved his hand decisively, and then fired a volley of arrows, killing all the enemies who were still standing.

All the time that followed was very long and urgent. They needed to find out the traces of the enemy's large forces from the surrenderers as soon as possible.

However, Corsolo did not absolutely believe in the loyalty of these people. He separated all the prisoners individually for interrogation.

This continued for a while, and he got the latest news: Khal Drogo's bloodrider Hago and more than 10,000 Dothraki cavalry had arrived in batches from the banks of the Valanna River. Corsoro's foresight was very accurate. , the opponent's army is now gathering in a hilly area in the northeast, only about five miles away from their position.

The sky was dark, without the moon or stars. Corsolo sat by the campfire and looked at the sheepskin map in his hand. The core soldiers of the army gathered around him, all nervously waiting for his orders.

"It's exactly what I thought. According to the prisoners' intelligence, the enemy has blocked the road ahead. I'm afraid things won't end so easily if we don't deal with them first." Corsolo found that the more nervous he was, the more clear his mind would be. He sat I was thinking seriously there, and gradually came up with a new plan in my mind:

"I hope to get to the rear of the enemy's large force as soon as possible, but a battle is necessary, otherwise it will be difficult for us to get rid of the enemy's pursuit, which will delay Kaa's tactics, and there will be a difficulty in front of us, but I promise you , the night will become the enemy’s doom.”