Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 103 Battlefield Test
Noahart put his right hand on his chest, and after accepting Mungo's order, he rushed to the team not far away, where many messengers were on standby. He rushed here to repeat Kayo's order, and assigned his own Task.

The cavalry who were in charge of delivering the orders immediately scattered away. They all held a whistle carved from wolf bones in their mouths and blew out sharp noises. Not long after, the entire army marching silently heard the whistle.

In an instant the grasslands began to throb and come alive, and the shouts of the Dothraki continued to be heard in the wind.

They were led by the heads of ten households, and with one hundred households as a group, they quickly gathered around the thousand households to which they belonged, forming 28 legions, each with several thousand people.

Mungo took the lead, leading the armored blood covenant guards, riding horses back and forth between the various legions, so that every soldier could see his figure, and loudly reiterated the military order during the battle:
"All soldiers must act in accordance with the command and order, and there must be no noise or confusion. Anyone who does not obey the order and attacks without permission will be executed. Those who do not advance after hearing the order will be executed. One of them will be attacked by the enemy, and the rest will be executed."

When the cavalry heard these military orders, they all stabilized their bodies on the saddle, as if they were about to attack immediately. They took a deep breath and touched the scimitar hanging around their waists to see if they could be pulled out smoothly.

At the same time, a team of scouts sent by the Mungo tribe also came to a road that led directly to the valley in the west of the Notre Dame Mountain.

Strictly speaking, this is not a real road, but a passage trampled out of the grass by various tribes who went to worship the holy mountain.

On both sides of the road, like the avenue of the gods that runs through Wes Dothraki to the foot of the Mount of the Virgin, there are some relics of the gods looted by the Dothraki for thousands of years.

The scouts kept running along this weird road. Although they could clearly see the mountain from here, it would take a long time and a long way to get there. road.

They rode forward silently for a certain distance on horseback. Suddenly, everyone stopped in unison. The head of the ten households put his hand on the handle of the knife and said in a low voice:

"there's noise."

The others glanced at each other and communicated softly:

"I heard it too, it's still Dothraki."

"Let's get closer and look at them."

The scouts jumped off their horses and walked there silently. Soon, they smelled an unpleasant stench of horse dung wafting in the wind.

Dozens of scouting horses were gnawing on the grass under their feet, some were biting back and forth, and some were neighing with their heads raised.

Not far away were sitting some bare-chested Dothraki men. Although it was daytime, they still lit a bonfire. The fat of horse meat and mutton dripped into the fire, mixed with fur and blood, and the flames emitted a stream of light. Pungent smell.

Some pass the daylight hours beating animals' shins, drawing taut bowstrings, and humming little tunes, while others sit by campfires, eating steaming meat freshly removed from the fire. barbecue.

In short, their military discipline is lax, and the head of the ten households feels that if according to the latest decree promulgated by Mongo Khal, whether they draw their bows at will, or light a fire without authorization or slaughter livestock while performing tasks, these people will have their braids cut off. Sentenced to the camp to show the public.

However, the scouts were not at all surprised by the sight in front of them, and they were very happy to meet such an opponent. With the wood in their mouths, they sneaked back to the main road without a sound, and found the war horse hidden there.

They got on their horses, looked at each other with sharp eyes, and whispered to each other:

"It's time to lose, these people don't have much fighting power anymore."

"If we cooperate tacitly, no enemy will survive."

The head of the ten households said with a serious face:
"They must be cavalrymen who have just come out of the holy city. They may have a lot of information. They must not kill them all, and try to capture as many prisoners as possible."

"Be careful not to let people escape."

As a result, more than a dozen scouts showed ferocious expressions like wild wolves on their faces. They lined up in scattered formations and hung the scimitars at their waists on the saddles, so that they could be used quickly when they were engaged in close combat.

Immediately, they drew their bows and arrows, galloped their horses, and they advanced quickly. Although the grass in the Dothraki Sea was deep enough, the enemies sitting by the campfire could still see the attacking team clearly.

The leader of the enemy was a strong black beard. He waved his hands and called everyone to stand up and be alert. Obviously, he hesitated for a while about the identity of the coming person.

The scouts were originally only [-] steps away from the enemy, so there was no need to hide. In the blink of an eye, they shot arrows at the group of scattered warriors.

Many enemies quickly dodged in panic, as if running away from a poisonous snake, and a few unresponsive enemies fell to the ground after being shot by arrows, and the terrible shouts of the Dothraki resounded on the grassland.

Seeing that the first attack was ineffective, the head of the ten households loudly ordered everyone to throw away their bows and arrows and draw out their scimitars.

The scouts clamped their horses' bellies and rushed towards the enemy with greater momentum. The horses rushed straight into the crowd, trampling the enemy into pieces.

Under their fierce blows, the enemy's resolve to resist began to falter like trees swaying under the blowing of a storm.

The scouts kept slashing among the chaotic enemies, their shining blades slashed across arcs, and from time to time someone fell down screaming in despair, clutching the grass roots on the ground in pain, twisting their bodies like a fish out of water .

The enemy put their horses too far away, and seeing the one-sided carnage, with no chance of escaping the attack, they finally collapsed, dropped their weapons, and fell silently on the ground, begging for their lives.

This was a short victory, but the scouts faced more than three times the number of enemies, and they won more with fewer casualties, which was enough to get a considerable amount of merit. Everyone smiled and became joyful.

Some of the scouts sprang from their horses, and seeing that the enemies dared not move, they brought ropes, and bound all the captives carefully, and at last, with a joyous ferocity or kindness, they slit the throats of the wounded.

Then, the head of the ten households immediately began to interrogate the prisoners. These people have been here for a whole day, and it is difficult to tell the exact location of the army, and the information is mixed and difficult to distinguish.

Faced with this situation, the head of the ten scout households frowned. After thinking about it for a moment, he decided not to go on to the Holy Mother Mountain, but to take the captives back safely while the sky was bright.

　It's too difficult to give birth, and some plots have been revised. This chapter is still from yesterday, and today's three chapters have not been updated.

　　
　
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