Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Then a few more seconds passed.

Rumbling--

The vanguard of the Dothraki, with their horses galloping, had already entered the range of the Targaryen army's arrows, and then a command was given.

"put!"

"Fire arrows!"

"Fire arrows!"

bang bang bang-

The bowstring snapped, and a dark rain of arrows shot into the sky before falling back down at its highest point.

Like a torrential downpour, but the raindrops were all sharp metal arrows, pelting the Dothraki faces.

Puff puff--

The sound of dense metal piercing flesh filled the air, and soon a rain of arrows fell, creating a spray of blood among the Dothraki.

Countless Dothraki, who were riding on horseback and brandishing scimitars, were struck by arrows and fell from their horses. Their bodies crashed to the ground and were then trampled into a bloody pulp by their tribesmen behind them. Blood and flesh flew everywhere in an instant.

"Ohhhh!!!"

What's truly disheartening is that the Dothraki remained unfazed by such casualties.

Instead, the stimulation of the blood ignited their ferocity, and they charged forward even more fearlessly.

"Maintain formation!"

"You lads!"

"Maintain formation!"

Mir gripped the reins tightly and gave a loud command.

The arrows did not stop the Dothraki from advancing, and what lay ahead was the test for his soldiers.

As a general in the legion, he commanded over a thousand soldiers. However, he didn't become a general because his friend was the legion commander. Mil also participated in the great battle that took place on this land.

At that time, he was a captain who led his brothers to set up defensive fortifications and made great contributions. In addition, he made several more contributions in logistics and supply scheduling and pre-battle command in several later wars, and eventually became a general.

"Ohhh!!!"

However, the Dothraki's charge did not stop, and after two volleys, they reached the Targaryen army's lines in the blink of an eye.

All the soldiers instinctively gripped their spears tightly, and those hiding behind shields tensed their muscles, struggling to resist the impending attack.

boom--

next second.

The Dothraki warhorses rammed directly into the Targaryen army's spear formation, instantly causing the seemingly indestructible formation to sway under immense pressure.

Meanwhile, the Dothraki were also thrown into chaos, with their horses neighing in pain and the fallen soldiers screaming in agony.

"kill!"

Countless soldiers wielding spears hid behind shields, gripping their weapons tightly as they thrust them outwards. They barely needed to look; they simply thrust in and pulled out, then thrust in and pulled out again.

Blood splattered in through the gaps in the shields; everyone's eyes were bloodshot.

"kill!"

"Kill all these scum!"

However, not all parts of the army withstood this first wave of attack.

The warhorse charged forward, its heavy body carrying a powerful impact, crashing directly into the spear formation, instantly tearing open some weak points.

With the spear formation weakened, its power dropped significantly, and countless Dothraki instantly surged into the breached areas.

puff-

The shield formation was breached, and the soldiers stumbled and fell, their lives mercilessly reaped by the Dothraki's scimitars.

"not good!"

Upon seeing this, General Mir gritted his teeth slightly and drew his longsword from his waist.

"Hold on!"

"Maintain formation!"

He then spurred his horse forward, wanting to personally take charge and stabilize the formation.

However, not far away.

Seated upright on a pure white warhorse without a single stray hair, the legion commander, Bessie Joyce, held the reins, his eyes beneath the mask calmly observing the chaotic battlefield before him.

The vulnerability is not limited to one place.

The Dothraki fought with unwavering courage, carving bloody paths through the enemy lines with their lives, and the Targaryen's seemingly impregnable defenses began to show signs of collapse.

However, this is not his fault; there are not many armies that can withstand the Dothraki attack in the wild.

Although the army he led was steadfast in its beliefs, it was not like the Immaculate Ones, who would not hesitate to commit suicide.

If given a few more years, perhaps he could also build an army with such unwavering faith.

But it's no use talking about that now.

Bessie looked up at the sky. The morning sky was cloudless, with only a few birds flying overhead.

"The time is not up yet."

He then withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the battlefield not far away, while his personal guards beside him appeared slightly nervous.

"Commander-in-Chief!"

"It's too dangerous here, you should retreat back to the castle!"

Although the situation at the front is currently tense, it has not collapsed immediately, which shows that the legion's soldiers are already elite enough.

However, the legion ran out of manpower, while the Dothraki continued to pour in, as the enemy had a numerical advantage.

However, Bessie ignored the words of her bodyguard and pondered for a moment before playing a card.

"Send the cavalry forward to cut off the battlefield from the flanks."

Now the Dothraki have poured in to charge the array head-on. Because of the trenches and walls on both sides, they have no way to bypass the array to charge from the sides or launch a rear attack.

If that were possible, these Targaryen armies would probably collapse even faster, and would only be able to form a circular formation to cope.

This is the inherent advantage that cavalry has over infantry.

Now, the Targaryen army, with its back to the city walls, has almost replicated the conditions of the Battle of Kohol, where the three thousand warriors fought.

The only difference is that the Targaryen army is not the indestructible Unsullied.

Chapter 270 Reinforcements Arrive

"Draw the bow!"

"put!"

Amid the chaos of the battlefield, the battle lines shakily withstood the initial pressure, while archers in the rear continued to fire arrows.

Another volley of arrows rained down, countless arrows flying into the sky before crashing down from the highest point.

The Targaryen army was well-equipped and used barbed arrows, which were most effective against unarmored soldiers like the Dothraki.

Once the arrowhead is embedded in flesh, it requires digging out a piece of flesh to pull it out. In addition, most arrowheads are already stained with gold juice or poison made from ground poisonous herbs.

Given the current medical conditions of the Dothraki, being shot with an arrow almost always meant certain death, and it was very difficult to save them.

Once again, a deluge of arrows rained down on the endless stream of Dothraki soldiers behind them.

Puff puff--

Another group of Dothraki warriors, who were wielding scimitars and howling, were struck by arrows, fell from their horses, and were trampled into a bloody pulp.

However, the Dothraki also launched a counterattack. As a people on horseback, the Dothraki were most skilled with scimitars, bows and arrows, and long whips.

A blood-sworn guard at the very front of the line let out a sharp whistle, and then countless Dothraki following behind him drew their shortbows from their backs.

He then gripped the horse's belly with both legs, using his powerful core strength to steady himself on the galloping warhorse.

Then draw the bow and nock the arrow.

bang bang bang-

A dark rain of arrows flew in as the Dothraki launched their counterattack, their arrows bypassing the main battleground and landing behind the Targaryen army.

"Raise your shields!"

"Raise your shields!"

The generals and captains in the legion all changed their expressions and then ordered the shield bearers at the rear to raise their shields above their heads to block this wave of arrows.

Immediately, a dense rain of arrows fell, striking the shields with a crackling sound.

However, many arrows still managed to hit Targaryen soldiers, either because they couldn't dodge in time or because they slipped through gaps in the shields.

"what!"

A scream immediately followed.

...

The war continues to escalate.

"Abandon the first line of defense."

"Let the reserves take their place!"

Bessie calmly surveyed the battlefield and issued a barrage of commands.

"withdraw!"

"Get out!"

"Retreat to the second line of defense!"

"Let the reserves take their place!"