The Mountain of Ice and Fire

Pehhigi Cao was bare-chested, with only two leather bracers on his arms. He untied the scabbard from his waist, threw it on the ground, dismounted, and turned to leave.

The entire legion had stopped, the cavalrymen formed a circle, and a chorus of 'ho-ho-ho' arose like ocean waves.

Daario also dismounted, brandishing his arakh and striking the air, dodging and slashing.

He needed to warm up his muscles first.

Daenerys noticed that Daario's movements were weak and listless, his radiant, bold agility gone. They had both been without food for two days.

"Pehhigi, give Daario a longsword," Daenerys shouted.

Daario was accustomed to wielding weapons in both hands, a sword in his left and arakh in his right. Since following Daenerys, he had never lost a battle, large or small.

But now he was weak, while Pehhigi was full of vigor, his mind and body in peak condition. If Daario didn't have a weapon he was comfortable with, he would surely lose.

Challenging Pehhigi, the consequence of losing was death.

Pehhigi, with his back to Daenerys and Daario, stopped at Daenerys's call and turned around. He nodded to his bloodriders, and one of them untied a trophy from his waist—Daario's longsword; another bloodrider untied an arakh—Daario's arakh.

Daario's own arakh and longsword were, of course, the most attuned to their master.

Daario took his arakh and longsword and began to walk slowly back and forth on the ground. Pehhigi Cao, several zhang away, stared blankly at Daario, as if Daario were his father's murderer.

Suddenly, without any warning, Pehhigi Cao rushed towards Daario.

He had retreated far away, and this charge kicked up the turf with his boots, like an angry horse.

Daario concentrated on the fight. Pehhigi's momentum, starting from a distance, was astonishing, and the cavalrymen cheered thunderously.

The two sides approached rapidly, Daario feinted a retreat, but Pehhigi had already leaped into the air, his arakh slashing fiercely towards Daario's head.

A flying chop, his arakh was like a heavy axe.

Clang!

With a loud crash, the two blades met, sparks flew, and Daario staggered backwards, his legs bumping against each other, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The cavalrymen burst into thunderous laughter!

With just one blow, Daario couldn't block it, and the arakh in his hand almost slipped out.

Pehhigi Cao was slightly taken aback. Daario's blade had not been knocked away, which exceeded his expectations.

Run, leap, slash, according to Pehhigi's estimation, Daario's blade should have been knocked out of his hand.

But Daario's blade did not fall.

A true master swordsman's blade is his hand, and his hand will not fall off just because he is knocked down, unless it is cut off by a sharp weapon.

A trace of admiration appeared in Pehhigi's eyes.

Daario, who had fallen, swayed and stood up again, his hair and back covered in grass and dirt.

That fall was heavy. Although the retreat had dissipated most of Pehhigi's strength, Daario was still unable to withstand the aftermath of that flying slash.

Pehhigi Cao stared at the pale-faced Daario, then turned and walked away again.

Although the two were fighting on foot, Pehhigi Cao seemed to be riding a warhorse. Horse combat, the two sides charge, after the exchange, the horses cross, exchange positions, and then charge again.

Pehhigi's tactics were exactly the same as horse combat.

He walked to the edge of the circle, stopped, turned around, and Daario had caught his breath and stood on the other side of the battle circle: directly opposite Pehhigi.

Pehhigi roared and launched another charge at Daario.

Daario stood still, concentrating on the enemy.

Pehhigi rushed close, kicking up the turf, powerful and unparalleled.

The three thousand soldiers shouted in unison, the battle cries shaking the earth.

Daenerys's face showed no fear or worry, she stared intently at Daario, her face filled with deep concern.

Pehhigi's tactics were simple, quickly force his way in front of Daario, and then leap up again, his arakh slashing down fiercely.

"Get out of the way!" Daenerys shouted to remind Daario.

In the first strike just now, Daario blocked, but although he blocked the blade, he couldn't stand firm, and retreated far back, as if he was being pushed back by a huge force, and finally fell with a crash. And this second strike was even fiercer than the first. The little strength Daario had left was simply not enough to block it.

Daario had dozens of ways to deal with this kind of aerial chop, but he was physically weak and his movements were slow. Although he had tried his best to circle and dodge, Pehhigi's speed, strength, and ferocity were all above him.

Daario's dodging action had the same effect as not doing it.

Pehhigi's arakh drew a cold light, and slashed down towards Daario's head.

Daenerys finally understood that Daario's challenge was actually suicide.

Victarion provoked Pehhigi, and as a result, his head was separated from his body, and now it was Daario's turn.

Victarion and Daario were both true heroes, they must have been unable to tolerate Pehhigi's brutality. In just a few days, Pehhigi had executed all the soldiers on the road, arbitrarily, without any reason. He killed prisoners whenever he wanted, just like breathing.

Daario raised his arakh to block, at this moment, Daenerys regretted it, regretting that she shouldn't have asked Pehhigi for Daario's longsword.

It was difficult for Daario to resist Pehhigi's flying slash with both hands holding the blade, let alone with one hand.

Clang!

A loud noise!

Daario's arakh came loose, the back of the blade slashed back towards his face, he couldn't hold the longsword in his right hand either, it flew out into the crowd, and was knocked down by a bloodrider of Pehhigi with a slash of his blade.

Daario's sword and blade came loose, and he fell backwards like a lifeless wooden stake. The back of his own blade hit his forehead hard, a blade mark on his forehead, and blood gushed out, almost making him faint.

Pehhigi stood in front of Daario, Daario tried to open his eyes, but his eyes were soon blinded by blood.

The cheers of the soldiers resounded throughout the grassland.

Daario wiped away the blood with his hand and chuckled: "I lost, your head is yours." He supported himself on the ground with both hands, knelt up, then adjusted his posture, stretched his head forward, so that Pehhigi could cut off his neck.

Clang!

Pehhigi sheathed his arakh: "Tomorrow morning, I will fight you again." After saying that, he flipped onto his horse and went to the front.

Daenerys jumped off her horse and helped Daario up. Daario still couldn't believe it, he shouted: "Pehhigi, I will not be your slave."

In front, Pehhigi seemed not to have heard at all, his bloodriders and guards rushed forward on their horses, surrounding Pehhigi Cao.

Tear!

Daenerys tore off her skirt and pressed it on the wound on Daario's forehead: "Don't talk, rest first."

Daario showed a tired smile: "Yes, Your Majesty."

With Pehhigi's cruelty, he would never spare Daario, was he going to play with Daario like a cat playing with a mouse? Until he felt bored, then kill Daario?

*

On the easternmost side of the cavalry, a cavalryman on the outermost periphery suddenly heard the sound of arrows breaking through the air behind him, turned his head, and a black shadow whizzed towards him, hitting him right in the face. The cavalryman crashed down, and the warhorse was flying at high speed, which caused him to break his neck when he crashed to the ground.

His comrades gathered around, the arrow was deeply shot into his face, showing the strength of the attacker.

If the cavalryman hadn't turned his head, the arrow would have hit the back of his head.

The cavalrymen looked around, nearby, within range, there was nothing unusual. Except for themselves, there was no one else.

But in the distance, about one and a half arrows away, there was a cavalryman, with two empty horses beside him.

While everyone was surprised, another arrow fell from the sky, extremely fast, with a poof, almost piercing through a brother's chest.

"Enemy attack!" the centurion shouted.

The brothers were very angry, and immediately formed a fan shape to chase the cavalryman in the distance.

The one man and three horses immediately fled into the distance. When more than a hundred people chased to where the man had stood before, that guy had already escaped far away. The brothers reined in their warhorses, and the man also stopped, and the two horses that followed him also stopped, looking back here.

"Who are you? Do you dare to fight!" the centurion shouted over.

What answered the centurion was an accurate black iron arrow. The centurion realized that something was wrong and immediately dodged. He avoided the vital position of his chest, but the arrow hit his right shoulder, the arrowhead with blood, penetrated his shoulder.

The centurion fell off his horse!

The soldiers panicked immediately.

The man shot arrows from a super long distance, and the arrow hit the target accurately again.

Did that man have a dragonbone bow that was simply priceless?

For the Dothraki, who have no armor protection, the sharpness of the arrows is fully reflected. If it is an armor-piercing arrow, it is simply easy to penetrate the body.

The cavalrymen dismounted one after another to rescue the centurion, and two squad leaders each led ten good archers to flank the enemy from the left and right sides. When the enemy saw the pursuit, he immediately left, and the speed of his escape was very fast. His three warhorses were all the best horses on the grassland.

After a while, the two flanking teams met, and the enemy still maintained a constant long distance. While the two squad leaders were discussing, the man's arrows咻咻咻 shot again, this time it was several arrows in a row, and several brothers were shot and fell off their horses.

This time the brothers were all timid, the other party could shoot them, but they could not shoot the other party. They had to rely on the large number of people to chase, but the other party happened to be fast.

"Go back!" the squad leader made a decisive decision.

So, they returned with the injured brothers. When the cavalryman saw them retreating, he immediately drove his horse to pursue, and the arrows咻咻 shot, as if several sharpshooters were shooting them.噗噗噗, As three brothers were shot in the back of their hearts and fell to the ground and died, the brothers were completely panicked, and everyone dispersed and fled in panic.

Behind, the cavalryman chased after him alone. The arrows broke through the air, and a brother would fall off his horse with a scream. When the second hundred-man team arrived to meet them, the twenty cavalrymen and two squad leaders who rushed out to intercept them were all shot down, and most of them were shot in vital parts and died on the spot.

The second centurion was shocked, and quickly ordered his brothers to divide into three groups and detour from three sides. As long as the cavalryman attacked any other side, he would be approached by the other two teams.

However, the cavalryman was extremely cunning and immediately fled, avoiding the detour circle far away.

The centurion ordered a retreat, and the man jumped up again, he bit a team and took the opportunity to shoot arrows, his speed was extremely fast, and the arrows were fired like a string of beads, making it impossible to defend against, and in the blink of an eye, he shot and killed three warriors. The centurion's blood was surging, and he turned back to chase, but the man immediately fled far away. When the centurion and the cavalrymen stopped, the man also stopped immediately. His accompanying horses fled to the distance first, and the man only needed to whistle, and the two empty horses would automatically return to his side.

The centurion and the others could not catch up with the man, so they had to return, and the man immediately stuck to them again, he always shot arrows outside the range, and after a while, two more brothers in the last team were shot to death by him. The brothers were indignant and turned back to chase, but he immediately fled far away, never fighting.

*

"Pehhigi Cao, that man is a sharpshooter, his arrows are all accurate beyond our range, and the brothers have been shot and injured nine people, and twenty-one people have been shot to death." The scout captain on the eastern periphery came to report.

"How many enemies have come in total?" Pehhigi frowned, his face very ugly.

"One person."

"One person?!"

"Yes, Cao, the other party is one person, three horses."

One of Pehhigi's bloodriders snorted, immediately rode his horse and rushed out, heading east.

He was the most powerful archer in the army, and when he heard that the other party was so arrogant, he couldn't hold back and immediately went to kill the enemy.

Pehhigi Cao looked at Daenerys not far behind him: "Daenerys, do you have a sharpshooter general in your army, who is he?"

"Aggo!" Daenerys was both surprised and delighted, but her face was as cold as ice.

"Sharpshooter Aggo?!"

"Yes."

"Three years ago, Drogo Cao gave you the young sharpshooter Aggo at the wedding?"

"It's him!"

"Did you reward him with the dragonbone bow?"

"Aggo is my bloodrider and Ko."

Pehhigi's eyes jumped slightly.

With Aggo possessing the dragonbone bow, Jeremy could not be his opponent.

Pehhigi said to the two bloodriders beside him: "Jasper, Joshuel, you two each lead two hundred good archers, I will give you three days, you must kill Aggo. I want you to bring back his head."

"Yes, Cao."

"Let Jeremy come back, he is not Aggo's opponent. Aggo has the dragonbone bow."

"Yes, Cao!"

Four hundred cavalrymen drew a large arc on the grassland and galloped towards the east.

"Pehhigi Cao, your bloodriders will be killed by him before they get close to Aggo," Daenerys sneered.

"I know this, Daenerys, but you should also know that Aggo cannot carry four hundred arrows. His arrows will run out," Pehhigi said coldly.

Daenerys was choked!

Pehhigi looked at Daario: "Daario, eat well today, rest well at night, and tomorrow morning, I will kill you again."

Pehhigi's voice was not loud, but it was full of pride.

He didn't kill Daario today because Daario was injured in many places after the war, and he hadn't eaten or rested well for two days, and his physical strength was very poor, and he was unwilling to take this advantage.

"Pehhigi Cao, the day after tomorrow morning, the day after tomorrow morning, I can kill you," Daario laughed.

Among the many grooms of the cavalry, a slave groom with several whip marks on his face quietly looked over here, his eyes passed through the gaps in the crowd and fell on Daenerys's face, watching blankly.

Daenerys wasPeerless in beauty. The men of the grasslands all had fantasies about her.

Smack!

A whip lashed out, striking him hard on the back: "Dumbass, staring at Daenerys, you want to sleep with her? I want to as well, damn it, now get your ass moving and tend to the horses."

The cavalrymen's horses all had spares accompanying them, and these spare horses were taken care of by dedicated slave grooms.