Chapter 112 Night

soon.

After half a day of fighting during the day, night finally came.

The Dothraki, who were bloodthirsty and excited like a stimulant, finally couldn't hold on any longer. The howling gradually weakened, and fatigue gradually poured into his body. His feet were like deep mud, and the machete in his hand could not be swung.

beep--

Then, with the sound of the retreating horn coming from the rear of the LS, all the Dothraki finally stepped on the afterglow of the dusk, dropped the corpses on the ground and began to withdraw slowly.

The Andalos army was already exhausted, unable to chase the retreating enemy, and could only watch the group of Dothraki evacuated from the battlefield with numb and stiff eyes.

"doctor!"

"doctor!"

"Come on people!"

Inside the ruined city-state of Gordohol.

The sound of footsteps was chaotic and a group of soldiers hurried past, the air was full of the pungent smell of blood, and the wounded soldiers kept wailing, as if they were in the seven layers of hell.

And Viserys' body was also stained with blood, and the long sword in his hand also had some curled edges, panting heavily, and then threw it to the ground on one side.

clang clang-

At the last moment of the war, when the army of Andalus was on the verge of collapse, the little king also took up his sword and went into battle to resist the last wave of the Dothraki attacks, boosting the morale of the entire army.

In the end, he led the Andalus army to win the competition of wills of both sides, and they have been actively attacking. The Dothraki, who suffered extremely heavy losses, finally couldn't stand it. They took the lead in sounding the horn of retreat, giving the Andalus people on the verge of collapse some respite. chance.

Now this highly tense string in the brain has finally loosened up, and the soldiers of Andalos felt a strong tiredness welling up in their hearts, and the fear and the pain of the injury all came out.

The soldiers in the rear who have gone through a round of rest replaced the soldiers who had just withdrawn from the battlefield. Many people leaned against the wall or beside the big tree and fell asleep, and some even found a soft ground and then lay on the ground again. don't want to get up.

Soldiers who suffered minor injuries were given rolls of wine and cloth bandages to treat their wounds by themselves, while those who were seriously injured were either being rescued by doctors or being carried away by the rest of the soldiers to find a place where no one was around. He either waited quietly for death to come, not letting them affect other people's emotions.

now.

click...

Viserys took off the armor on his upper body, and the silver-gold hair that used to be flowing in the past was now a little felt, wet with the sweat accumulated in the armor, and now clinging to his cheeks and back.

He was sitting alone on a stone in a ruined city, silently sorting out his equipment, and at the same time, he was also looking up at the purgatory-like appearance around him, not knowing what he was thinking.

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind him.

"This is what war looks like in its truest form, Viserys."

"It is not comparable to encircling and suppressing some villages and towns and bandits."

Oberon had also removed his armor and wiped away the filth from his body. For the first time, a pair of eyes as black as a poisonous snake showed clearly tiredness.

Oberyn had also been fighting at the forefront just now, and even Khal Drogo fought for a short time, stopping the opponent's arrogance.

However, in the chaotic battle formation, both sides could not stretch their fists and feet, and could only be coerced by the general trend of the army.

In the final turmoil, Khal Drogo withdrew from the frontline of the battlefield under the protection of his Blood Guard, and the fight between the two came to an abrupt end.

And when Viserys went into battle in person, the war was coming to an end, and the Dothraki had only the last wave of madness left. Khal Drogo had already retreated to the rear under protection, and the two did not meet each other.

"Well, you're right."

Viserys heard Oberyn's voice and looked up slightly at him.

Then he lowered his head again, took off the greaves on his legs, and threw them to the ground.

"But why do you suddenly appear from behind me every time?"

Viserys even suspected that Oberyn was deliberately walking in a circle every time he saw him.

Just to... scare yourself?

And his words obviously caused the Prince of Dorne's cheeks to stiffen slightly, and then helplessly shrugged his shoulders.

"Trust me it's just a coincidence."

Then they sat side by side on the stone beside him, looking sideways at the little king.

"However, I am relieved to see that you are not frightened by the tragic appearance of this war."

Oberyn's words were obviously a joke. Viserys had witnessed the tragic war from a very young age, and he had killed several people with his own hands when he was seven or eight years old. Naturally, he would not be frightened at this time. Lose.

However, Oberon is also reminding, in a joking way, to remind Viserys not to be carried away by the tragic war, and to maintain the most basic calm.

Although Viserys is young, he has become the backbone of the entire Targaryen interest group and is the most indispensable person.

Neither Renice nor Daenerys can replace Viserys' important role in this interest group, which is why King Robert has been deliberately trying to kill him.

The reason why Oberon stayed in Andalos was that he hoped that one day he could avenge his sister's hatred, and this hope became more and more real as Viserys grew older.

Viserys, however, only shook his head at Oberyn's concern, and he wasn't frightened.

"I'm just thinking about how to win this battle."

Even if the relationship of fate is put aside, the future will become the most powerful card LS in the Dothraki Sea, and the contradiction between Viserys and Drogo will not be simply disconnected.

"Find a way to kill this guy!"

finally.

The little king clenched his fist slightly and made up his mind.

distance.

A strong bronze-skinned man sat on a black warhorse, with his naked upper body exposing his crooked muscles, his long braids tied with small bells and rang softly in the wind.

He has a pair of deep black eyes, and his horse stood at a high place looking at the distant battlefield. There was no turbulence in his eyes, and then he raised his hand and made a sound similar to 'hum'.

The expression is very simple but the meaning is very clear, and the blood alliance guard Cohoro who follows him naturally knows Drogo very well. Cohoro is his father's old department. When Drogo was young Saved him from the mercenaries.

Then the short, fat, bald man with a broken tooth nodded slightly, turned his horse's head and ran down.