»Faced with the dire situation of being abandoned, without support, and being attacked from both wings, the Unsullied did not collapse, give up resistance, and surrender.
Unfortunately, there were not many Unsullied left in the outer city to contain the Dothraki, and the battle did not last too long.
"What should we do with these Qohor people?"
After clearing the arrow tower on the city wall, Kosoro saw the Qohor archers and conscripted civilians who had already knelt down and surrendered, and he didn't know how to deal with them.
Mongol's answer was extremely firm and cold:
"After confiscating their weapons and armor, cut off all their hands, and then send them back to inform the Qohor people."
Kosoro leaned over to accept the order, and he certainly would not question the intention of the khal to do so.
The Dothraki people had no time to manage the captives, and the Qohor people were able to choose to surrender, which meant that they still had hope of survival, so they could not let the other side completely despair. The soldiers whose hands were cut off would definitely not participate in the battle again, and the Qohor people had to allocate people to take care of these injured soldiers.
When the Dothraki attack the inner city, they will face fewer enemies and more scattered attacks.
"Kosoro, open the city gates and let more troops in." Mongol stood on the arrow tower and looked into the city, pointing his blood-red scimitar at the sparkling lake in the city, saying: "I want you to lead the troops along the corridor of the city wall to seize the water gate, and no ship can be allowed to leave the city."
The city of Qohor is a round city with a diameter of less than three kilometers, divided into two rings from the inside to the outside: the inner city and the outer city.
The inner city is home to the magnificent courtyards of the nobles and the tall, magnificent and luxurious unknown dome buildings, while the outer city is neatly decorated with ordinary residences and merchant markets.
Both the inner city and the outer city have walls more than seven meters high, and four main roads lead to the center of the round city, crossing at the city center square that looks like the sky.
Among them, the most striking and unique thing in the city is that there is a huge artificially excavated lake in the southwest. There are some merchant ships docked at the dock. The waters are connected to the Qinn River outside the city and extend all the way to the inner city.
There are several water gates on the walls of the inner and outer cities. If the water gates of the outer city cannot be taken first, the high-ranking nobles can take their property and flee from Qohor by boat at any time.
When Monggo, who was covered in blood, walked out of the arrow tower, the roaring Dothraki warriors standing on the wall burst into strong cheers.
They knew that it was under the leadership of this young khal that they could exchange a huge victory with very few casualties.
After four hundred years, the Dothraki attacked the city of Qohor, which had once made them fail.
Monggo looked up and saw that the Dothraki were excited and hot, and their beastly eyes were full of desire for plunder.
He immediately raised the scimitar in his hand, stepped forward, and shouted:
"Quiet."
The Dothraki were silent.
Mongol Khal is the strongest and fiercest warrior in the tribe, and he has already proved himself with a lot of bravery.
Mongol looked around at them and shouted with a serious expression:
"Look at the roadblocks piled up in the city, and the still standing walls in the inner city. Is it time to harvest the spoils now? (っ◔◡◔)っ
He pointed his finger at all the Dothraki people, and his voice was hard and cold as iron:
"You, all of you, must obey my decision and wait for my instructions. I say again, if anyone questions my decision and my authority, I will definitely chop off his head with my own hands to eliminate all doubts. "
It is normal for a nomadic people, especially one that is still on the rise, to start wars, expand land, plunder livestock, slaves and wealth to fill themselves.
The Dothraki are synonymous with barbarians in Essos and even the whole world. They have no trace of civilization. It is a traditional custom to massacre the city and exterminate the clan.
But it is extremely unwise to massacre the civilians of Qohor, rob property and burn houses.
The Dothraki, who have not yet established a firm foothold in the city, if they provoke fierce resistance from nearly 100,000 residents in the city, the blood of the tribe will probably be shed here today, and the elite of the tribe will be killed. They will also be completely destroyed in the city.
Mongol's words made the Dothraki surrender and stop making a commotion. Then he said again in a strong tone:
"Who among you has endured more fatigue and pain than me? Whose honor is more recognized by the gods than mine? It is because I lead you that you can win. In the battle, it is me who tears the enemy's most tight formation and kills the most enemies. How many enemies have I been stabbed by? Everything is under your gaze and under the gaze of the sky. This is all for your honor and for your wealth. Didn't I distribute the spoils to you and share the fruits of victory with you?"
Mongol saw that the Dothraki's attention was attracted to him, and he said loudly word by word:
"Conquer the inner city, and sooner or later all the wealth and treasures of Qohor will belong to you. "
After hearing the promise of the Khal, the Dothraki cheered and became excited again.
The walls of the inner city of Qohor are made entirely of stone, about eight meters high. Compared with the outer walls, the flags are colorful, the bricks are neat and gorgeous, and they are also more solid and heavy.
At the foot of the wall, there are rows of houses. The Qohor garrison did not demolish and burn these houses, and it is unknown whether this will increase the difficulty for the attackers.
Since the siren of enemy attack spread throughout the city, the residents of Kohol City have taken refuge in their homes, shivering and praying to the gods. The brave ones will also look out through the gaps in the doors and windows with shrinking pupils. Explore the situation.
Seeing that the Dothraki did not loot and massacre after entering the city, their nervous and frightened mood calmed down a little, and they began to destroy the statue of the Black Goat, constantly cursing the soldiers and high-ranking nobles hiding in the inner city.
The few people wandering the streets and alleys are homeless beggars and drunkards, always ready to take advantage of the situation when riots break out in the city.
When these people actually encountered the menacing Dothraki cavalry, they all wanted to seize the position of the future spear forest.
"Khal Mongol of the Dothraki Sea, the followers of the Lord of Light pay you homage."
The sudden sound in the deserted alley made the Dothraki on guard.
The figure gradually emerged, about seven feet tall, with a red hood on his head, and his whole body, including his round belly as big as a pebble, shrouded in red robes.
"The red monk of R'hllor."
"Red Monks" are priest-like characters among the followers of R'hllor, so called because they often wear loose scarlet robes.
The Dothraki cavalry rode forward and surrounded the red-robed monks.
While Meng Ge revealed the identity of the person, he also tightened the handle of the knife in his hand.
In times of war, when the enemy is unknown to us, we must be vigilant.
The red-robed monk slowly stretched out his arms and opened his palms, indicating that he had given up resistance and was not carrying a weapon.
Accompanied by the Dothraki cavalry holding a scimitar, he lifted off his red hood, revealing his skin as black as pitch, his bone-white beard and hair winding out like the fur of a wild lion, and tattoos of red flames covering his cheeks and forehead.
"A Volantisian, a slave of R'hllor."
Meng Ge cannot be said to be a person who loves reading. Of course, there are no books to read now, but in the past, he often listened to the historical beliefs and geographical customs of the Essos continent from the clerk Ofer.
The red-robed monk in front of him, with the prominent flame tattoos on his cheeks and forehead, could be identified as coming from the Temple of R'hllor in Volantis.
Only the Volantis are proud of their Valyrian descent and generally retain the tradition of tattoos. Only they give tattoos to their slaves to distinguish their purpose and identity.
Although followers of R'hllor consider themselves servants or slaves of R'hllor, in reality, being a "slave of R'hllor" is just one of the many titles that come with being a believer.
The Temple of R'hllor in Volantis is the largest in the world. The temple will purchase slave children and raise them to become monks or warriors. These devout fanatics born from slaves will tattoo their faces with fire tattoos. Only then are they truly called slaves of R'hllor.
The tattooed red-robed monk leaned down to salute and said with a pious expression:
"Dear Kaa, I am the servant of the Lord of Light, Magiro."
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