Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest.

Chapter 110 A Century of Dispute
The [-] warriors in the Batul Battalion were actually composed of two regiments of thousands of households. The regiment in front of them was ravaged terribly, and almost all of them were killed.

Every step of the way, every inch of land, has paid the price of blood.

Although the enemy continued to add new troops and tried to defeat the soldiers of the Batu Battalion, all efforts were in vain. The other legion was still shouting the name of their patron saint, resisting fanatically and desperately.

Fierce Elihu Phoenix was running through the ranks like a wild boar, his helmet knocked off in an attack, so he fought bareheaded, his bloodstained face terrified his enemies, and they felt He is not a person, but some monster in the mountains of bones.

All the cavalry who fought with him were unlucky, and before they even had time to utter a stern wail, they ruined their lives under the hammer, but he didn't even look at it, and continued to kill the enemy everywhere, as if Death himself came to the world wearing armor It's like harvesting life.

Kaa, a tribe on the left wing of the Quds Force, was furious when he saw this scene. He roared and rushed towards Elihu's back. Due to the noise, he couldn't hear the opponent's shout clearly, so he blocked the blow in time. The machete split his shoulder pads, nearly severing his arm from the shoulder.

Before the tribal khal turned around and made another stab, the heavy warhammer was already spinning and hit his spine. His bloodrider rushed to help him desperately, and was immediately attacked by the quick-responsive Battalion soldiers with spears. After the assassin fell off the horse, his tribal warriors all thought of retreating when they saw their Kayo die tragically, shouting at each other and retreating.

The other Kayos on the left wing of the Quds Army saw that they could not break through the gap in the front line, and felt that all the attacks were in vain, a waste of life and energy. They mobilized the other two larger troops angrily, bypassing the flanks of the Batu Battalion and continuing to the center As the battlefield moved, Elixiu and others were also being attacked by at least two tribes, and there was no extra troops to intercept them.

At this moment, Mungo's six reserve legions rushed over like a thunderbolt. They were all the most elite Dothraki cavalry. The Holy City Army that came out shouted loudly:

"Charge! Kill the enemy!" The enemies with a loud voice were a little dazed.

This onslaught was like a flock of eagles flying into the flock of sheep. The cavalry of the Quds Army who had just turned around and had not yet stood still were smashed into pieces, routed and beaten back to the vicinity of the Batu camp.

The khals on the left wing were shocked at first, and then became sober and frightened. They reined in their horses unconsciously, and looked forward hesitantly for a while. They hadn't figured out what to do, but they definitely couldn't stand Commander Fogo waved his right hand, and went to die again.

The twenty legions led by Noahart were also fighting against the entire right flank of the Quds Army. Although the strength of the two sides was very different, the battle had been stalemate there for a long time. The outcome was decided without taking a single step back.

The two armies launched a fierce battle across the board. The difference at this time is that Fogo chose to press the whole army, and he himself was caught in a fierce battle. At this time, he can say that he has lost most of his military command ability. There is no way to contact and mobilize the various tribes, let alone support.

And Mungo still has the ability to make a final decision. He has been carefully observing the entire battlefield and directing the attack process. His messengers kept going around to convey orders, and even their voices became hoarse.

When he saw the whole army going to battle, he knew in his heart that the time of life and death had come, so he commanded his bloodriders to fight like a tornado sweeping the disaster of death.

His banner began to fly over the battlefield, and the wind unfurled it like a gigantic flower of hope: a symbol of victory.

Then, there was a burst of flames in the air, and many armored cavalry rushed out of the flames. The entire army shouted frantically to the flag, and rushed towards the enemy like crazy, as if the strength of each legion and the strength of the soldiers The number has doubled.

Mungo wore a wide white cloak, which was blown like two wings of an eagle by the wind. He galloped at the forefront on a horse, hoping that every warrior could see his figure.

Behind him are the best cavalry from all over the world. They are all tall and strong, wearing hard armor, riding on tall and strong horses. Cavalry, rush to the enemy's weakest battlefield.

"It's Mungo himself, riding the steed of the world!" Fogo shouted.

The cavalry on the right wing of the Quds Army heard the shout, and galloped out from the original place to meet the enemy. The first to attack was the Ogo tribe. They had a large number. Guards defeated.

However, apart from their numbers, they didn't have any of the conditions needed for a victorious army. They gritted their teeth and rushed towards the blood alliance guards frantically, and then quickly retreated. It is futile to cut the armor with a knife.

Afterwards, batch after batch of Quds Army rushed over, and the two sides continued to grind on the ground where the corpses were strewn all over.

Mungo's great strength has always been invincible, and the enemies he hacked down can be piled up into a hill. In war, whoever meets him will die as if struck by lightning, and whose parents will become unfortunate people .

No one could stand his blow, and those great khals and kos, who thought they were the bravest warriors on the steppe, even their horses were split in two and fell down.

The scimitar and the armor kept colliding with each other, the enemy's corpses piled up higher and higher, and the blood merged into rivers on the trampled land. Mungo kept searching for the commander of the Quds Army on the bloody battlefield. , that day was all going well for him, because fate had delivered this man into his hands.

Fogo considers himself the natural enemy who rides the world's best horses. He swore that he would use his scimitar to soak Mungo's blood before giving up. He is very young and strong, and his strength and agility are beyond the average opponent, so he side Shouting to the cavalry to follow him, he rushed into the maelstrom of battle.

When he saw the giant in the blood-red cloak standing on the pile of corpses, like a pillar inserted on a hill, Fogo frowned and stared straight at Mongo's back, thinking to himself:
"My chance has come. No one can survive him. If I defeat him, I can get immortal glory."

Before the cavalry behind him had time to stop him, he had already charged towards Mungo, and he was unwilling to violate the honor of the Dothraki warrior by attacking his opponent from behind, so he shouted from afar:
"I swear to the Mount of the Virgin, and I swear on the honor of Fogo, my son of Ogo, that if I find you, I will fight you to the death."

"Turn around, Mungo, surrender, otherwise, come and fight me."

Mungo turned around and recognized at a glance that this was the target he was looking for. Before he could hear what Fogo was yelling, the young man brandished a scimitar and galloped in front of him.

Naturally, he would not be merciful to this gift that he brought to the door. He stretched out his hand and pushed aside the blade, and the Valyrian steel scimitar took advantage of the opportunity to chop off the opponent's naked head.

The two passed by. The son of Kao, who commanded nearly 20 troops at a young age, was separated from his body. His body was wearing a gold-plated belt, and his feet were still kicking on the ground. The head on the other side, Eyes wide open.

Soon, death, the greatest mediator of mankind, covered his head with night and let him rest forever.

The Orgo cavalry behind him charged towards Mongol to avenge their commander, but the bloodriders blocked their way.

"Fogo is dead, Fogo is dead!"

A burst of shouts made the cavalry of the Holy City Army rein in their horses, and looked around in a daze, trying to figure out the truth of the matter. When they saw the fallen black-and-grey horse flag and the The head on the spear tip slowly began to retreat.

"Surrender without killing, surrender without killing!"

The bloodriders held Mungo's banner high and rushed to the top of the mountain. Along the way, Dothraki cavalrymen cut off their braids, jumped off their horses, prostrated themselves on the blood-soaked ground, and surrendered.

But the battle is still going on, because of the Ogo tribe to which Fogo belongs, there are many fighters who would rather die than survive and be captured. Before the deathbed farewell.

Meng Ge commanded the ten legions calmly and divided them into several small circles. They did not give up and formed a circular formation, defending themselves like a group of fierce horses facing a pack of wolves.

The encirclement net formed by thousands of households kept tightening, like a python wrapping around the body of a bison, so the spears and scimitars began to shine again, and the cavalry of the Ogo tribe fell down one after another like a felled forest. They all died silently, resentfully, solemnly and bravely.

For the warriors of the Ogo tribe, Fogo had lost the war, but they hadn't lost yet. This could be a day of catastrophe, but it couldn't be a day of giving up their honor.

The other tribes of the Quds Force, because their khal or Kou are still alive, few people are willing to surrender to the victors, and they want to escape from this place as soon as possible. Noahart can only lead the rest of the army to pursue.

All the captured flags were planted on the hills, and the night breeze rolled up and blown these flags away, and the bright moon was hidden in the clouds and mist, secretly closing the last gap in the painting.

Since then, all the cannibalism and suffering of the Dothraki ended, not the conflict of this day, but the strife of the steppe for a whole hundred years.

Meng Ge looked at the scene in front of him. Although he had fully seen the cruelty of the war, he still felt sad at this moment, but what he was more puzzled about was where the Sauter tribe was?

(End of this chapter)