the west bank of the Undercurrent River, the Norvos Hills, and the Black Forest, the rising sun was pale and dim, and the air was filled with hot and humid air, mixed with the smell of earth and vegetation, rushing toward the face.
To the southeast of the Black Forest is a small hill that stretches for several miles. It provides shelter while blocking the cool breeze.
The six thousand roaring Dothraki warriors led by Meng Ge have been hiding here for three whole days. The sun has set. The cavalry are all showing their faces, but the horses have not yet shed their fat. The war horses are the life support of the Dothraki in battle. They It is better to starve yourself than to fatten the war horse. Of course, if you persist, you will inevitably slaughter the horse to satisfy your hunger.
At this time, a pair of black shadows suddenly appeared on the hill and rushed towards the hiding place quickly.
With the rapid sound of horse hooves, Meng Ge looked from a distance and saw that the man rushing in front was the old man Ofer.
After reining in the horse, Ofer's face turned pale, and he climbed down from the horse weakly. He staggered and struggled to walk. Two Dothraki cavalry behind him quickly dismounted and helped him to Meng Ge.
Ofer struggled, took out a bronze dagger from his belt, raised his hand, and said weakly:
"Kaa, fortunately you have lived up to your mission, and on the way back, the tribe of Kao Jiumo was spotted. They are heading towards the Long Bridge of the Undercurrent River. They are expected to arrive at noon."
The moment Meng Ge saw the dagger, he laughed loudly, jumped on the red horse, and galloped to the front of the army. Facing the eager eyes of the roaring Dothraki warriors, he shouted loudly:
"Dothraki warriors, the war you have been waiting for is coming. The horse gods are protecting us. The sky, the Virgin Mountain, and the womb lake of the world are also watching us. The gods are already on our side. They will The defeat lies on the enemy's head. Although the enemy's number is several times that of ours, they have confined their forces in a narrow and unfavorable terrain, leaving us the most open and flat position in front of them, and this area The land is just enough for us to launch a charge. The enemy enjoys himself in the comfortable tents all day long, but we have become stronger through fighting forest beasts and countless hardships and obstacles. You are all the bravest warriors on the Dothraki sea, and you And I, the blessed of the gods, the incomparable Khal Mongol.
"Kaa Mongol."
"Kaa Mongol."
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Amidst the endless shouting, looking at the increasingly blazing sun above the forest, Mengge took a long breath. He knew that the battle that would determine the future was about to begin.
The sun was rising, the paleness had dissipated, there was no breeze in the air, and time seemed to be frozen in this moment.
"The inspection scouts from the Jiumokao tribe have passed by. This is the third batch. They are preparing to cross the river."
The tone was filled with relief and excitement, and the old man Ofer was relieved.
Meng Ge listened silently and waited for the other party to finish speaking before asking:
"So, when will Corsolo arrive at the Undercurrent River?"
Ofer held his gray hair and thought for a moment, then said:
"It will probably take another hour."
"I understand." Meng Ge nodded, feeling a little more relaxed.
War, the right time, the right place, the right people, and any lack of one of them will require a huge price to make up for it.
After the Jiumokao tribe arrived in Kohol City, Mengge sent Ofo to lead a team of patrol scouts and returned to the Kohol Forest again to look for Kosolo who was leading the tribe towards Kohol City. The old man brought back That dagger is a token.
After receiving the token, Corsoro will lead 10,000 Dothraki Roaring Warriors to quickly move westward, and together with Meng Ge, they will attack the Jiumokao tribe across the river.
So, the question now is whether Corsoro can get to the battlefield at the right time.
However, Meng Ge did not panic. The attack from both sides was just to obtain greater results. Since he dared to bring 6,000 cavalry out, he must be sure of victory.
After thinking about the problem clearly, Mengge turned his eyes to the old man Ofer aside:
"Secretary, have you ever seen Jumoko and his bandits?"
Although it is not easy to behead a general in the midst of thousands of troops, shooting the man first, shooting the horse, and capturing the thief first, the king is the eternal truth, and it is also applicable to any nation. Otherwise, the enemy will only be killed in fear. in order to achieve strategic goals.
The Dothraki were too conspicuous in the city-state of Kohor, and Mengge and his patrol scouts could not get close to Jiumokhao's tribe, so he still did not know their appearance.
However, although the Dothraki Sea is vast, Khals often travel to the holy city of Vaes Dorask.
Vaes Dorask, also known as the "City of the Horse King", is the only city of the Dothraki people. It is located under the Virgin Mountain on the other side of the Dothraki Sea, beside a lake known as the "Womb of the World". There is no city wall in Sk, which is large enough to accommodate all the Dothraki tribes entering at the same time. All Dothraki people in the holy city are blood brothers. It is strictly forbidden to carry knives and all bloody fights are prohibited.
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So ofo is so old, maybe he has actually seen jiumocao in the holy city.
However, the old man looked embarrassed and hesitantly said:
"I just remember that Jiumokao had four wives."
The dark forest, which was originally filled with relaxation, suddenly became quiet again.
At this moment, the patrolling scout came back and reported:
"Kaa, the enemy's fourth batch of scouts has passed, and more than half of the number of people crossing the river are about to cross."
Silence.
Meng Ge led six thousand Dothraki roaring warriors and led their horses forward quietly. At this moment, they could finally walk out of the black forest.
War horses are muzzled and their hooves are wrapped with cloth, just to avoid being discovered by the enemy in advance when approaching the battlefield. Before the cavalry actually launches an attack, the cloth will be removed, because the horse's hoof wrapping will make the warhorse lose its touch with the ground, causing it to lose speed, step on the air, and stumble in battle.
At this time, outside the Black Forest, the orange-yellow sun was like a chopped-off head, which was a bit dazzling. Everything that was gilded reflected dazzling brilliance.
Trampling the hills, climbing on the horse, the hot wind blew on the exposed chest.
Monggu tried his best to suppress the excitement and tension in his heart, and decisively issued an order:
"Dothraki cavalry, attack!"
"Wow, oh."
Six thousand Dothraki roaring warriors, whistling to drive away prey, lying on their saddles and jumping on their horses, the black mass of water overflowed like the turbulent undercurrent river, and the sound of horses' hooves like thunder resounded across the two banks of the river.
The war horses trotted, and the sound of their hooves gradually became synchronized, louder than the clouds, and after speeding up, it gradually became like a landslide.
Dust and smoke rolled, and Mongol felt the wind whistling in his ears, but the blood rushed up and brought a hint of coolness, so he didn't feel nervous.
These 6,000 cavalrymen were not ordinary Dothraki cavalrymen with scattered equipment. Most of them were originally his Khas tribe, and the rest were elites selected from the tribe. Each of them carried and was proficient in using bows and arrows, spears, and scimitars.
The incident happened suddenly. When the sound of horse hooves swept in like a landslide, the nearly 10,000 troops on the west bank who had crossed the river had not yet figured out the situation. They could not organize their formations at all, and were dizzy and like taking a walk.
Until the 6,000 cavalry rushed to a distance of 500 steps.
The warriors of the Jiumo Khao tribe roared sporadically and rode their horses to meet them. They were shot into hedgehogs just after rushing out a hundred steps.
At this time, the tribes on both sides finally reacted, but their behavior was too strong. Because the head and tail could not be connected, they were in a mess.
Two hundred steps, thousands of arrows rained down on the west coast tribe. Bows and arrows were very harmful to the densely distributed but unprotected Dothraki.
At a distance of one hundred steps, two rounds of horse archery, the entire west coast Jumokao tribe was thrown to the ground, scattered, and many people were stunned in place, and their murderous eyes began to show confusion and fear.
With a casualty rate of nearly 30%, even the elite would collapse. The barbaric nature of the Dothraki was fully demonstrated. They actually wanted to organize a charge.
In the last hundred steps, six thousand roaring warriors clamped their horses' bellies and charged with spears.
Swish——
The spear in Mungo's hand pierced the chest of a cavalryman in front, and he let go immediately. The inertial impact force knocked the cavalry off the horse.
In a flash, he drew out his arakh scimitar, and then passed by a hideous enemy, leaving only the noise of the other party before his death.
In the corner of his eye, a curved scimitar struck his face. Mongol was furious. He stretched out his arm to block the blade, clasping his five fingers tightly on the other's horrified face. Blood seeped out of his fingers, and he fell to the ground with his horse.
After breaking through the enemy formation, the roaring warriors wanted to turn their horses and charge forward, but they found that the enemy army on the west bank had already collapsed and fled in all directions. Even the war horses cried and jumped into the river with their masters, drowning in the whirlpool.
The enemies on the east bank were even more afraid to move forward. In a panic, they clashed with the panicked ordinary tribes in the rear and lost their positions.
"Boom boom..."
Accompanied by the sound of the ground shaking, a black line rushed out from the eastern horizon. The floating smoke and dust seemed to be heavily lifted by a tornado, covering the clouds and the sun. The Dothraki cavalry in the wild rolled in like surging black waves, as if they could sweep away all the scattered sand on the east bank in one fell swoop.
Blood blurred the ground and turned into mud. The warhorse dragged the corpse of its master, wailing. The surging river water swept the red into the whirlpool and rushed away.
The warriors of the Jiumokao tribe cut off