Chapter 123 The Greatest Mounted Warrior
"Oberyn, I'll leave it to you over there."
Viserys surveyed the battlefield, breathing the restlessness in the air, trying to bring himself into a state of complete composure.
However, it is not easy to do this in fact.
No one can completely remain calm on a chaotic battlefield, and his emotions will inevitably be affected by the turmoil of the battle.
And Oberyn also knew that it was a critical period in this war.
The Andalos army now has nearly half of the Roina people. If there were only the four thousand Andal warriors that Viserys led at the beginning, perhaps this battle would not fall into a passive situation.
Of course, this is not to say that the Loyna people are not as brave as the Andal people. Both peoples have once risen in history as a famous country.
It was because the Royna were new to the Andalos system, and many of them were even recruits, and the fear of their presence would even affect the most elite Andal warriors in Viserys.
Such an army is extremely tough to withstand the first wave of attacks.
"clear."
Then Oberon nodded and led a replacement force to leave, blocking another entrance that could enter the ruined city.
Neither Viserys nor Oberyn were surprised by the Dothraki's workarounds.
Because Oberyn had reminded Viserys last night to be careful of the Dothraki's tactical changes, and the opponent was not a total brainless brat.
However, the war is ever-changing, and there is no way to escape the situation where the other side is attacking and we are defending, or when I attack and defend the other side, there is always one side that is more aggressive.
Today, the Andalos army can't get out of the geographical advantage and go out to the city to fight in the field. It is very likely that the enemy's morale will be affected even more greatly. Unless they are elite soldiers in a hundred battles, they will not even be able to hold their positions, and even the entire army will be wiped out here.
So Oberyn was in favor of Viserys's sword blowing off the head of the bloodguard Koso and sending it back to provoke Khal Drogo.
Otherwise, the Dothraki surrounded Gor Dohe in groups, only besieging but not attacking. The longer the delay, the more unfavorable it would be for the Andalus army. With few supplies, fear would overwhelm them.
And now, Koso's head has been sent back, and many Dothraki have seen it and spread the word, Drogo must avenge his 'blood of my blood', otherwise he will be lost in the card LS people's hearts.
A Khal who does not have the courage to avenge his life and death brother is not qualified to lead the entire Kal LS, and the Drogo who has lost his prestige will have more trouble.
Viserys' actions actually left Drogo with no way out.
This is where Oberon is most puzzled.
So he asked repeatedly if Viserys had any feud with this Khal Drogo.
How much hatred?
He actually felt that it was no big deal to capture 3,000 slaves and give 10,000 golden dragons. 10,000 golden dragons were not impossible for Andalos, and 3,000 slaves were nothing. All the free trade city-states It's all done.
The current status quo seems to be that Drogo doesn't let Viserys go, but in fact Viserys doesn't seem to have any intention of letting Drogo go either.
The two were desperate to kill each other. Drogo was because of Viserys' unjust act of beheading the messenger. Maybe he also felt like he was a lunatic on the line.
Isn't it normal to send someone over to ask for money?
All Dothraki do this.
However, the madman on the other side slaughtered his blood ally with a single knife without hesitation, and directly made Drogo difficult to ride a tiger, and he had to be killed.
And on a chaotic battlefield.
Khal Drogo rode his majestic black warhorse, with long hair hanging down like a lion on the grassland, and its head was obviously a lot taller than the warhorse beside him.
Khal Drogo led his two remaining blood clan guards, Hargo and Khoro, quietly appeared at the forefront of the battlefield.
The three sat upright on the warhorse, with the long braids on the top of Drogo's head hanging down behind his back, accompanied by the sound of bells urging the horse forward, and a heavy bronze belt wrapped around his abdomen, the only thing on Drogo's body. Armor, showing strong pectoral muscles.
Khal Drogo led the two Bloodwrights to the front of the battlefield, then restrained the horse, and then rolled over.
Because the front was already full of corpses of war horses and soldiers from both sides, and there were still some broken horses that resisted the horses, it was obviously inconvenient to rush the horses forward.
And on the chaotic battlefield at the moment, several Andalus soldiers who did not know where to get out, stood in front of him with long swords high, clearly showed fear when facing Drogo.
They didn't know the person in front of them, but the strong body of the Dothraki warrior in front of them, as well as the dark and deep eyes, still made them involuntarily feel fear.
"This guy…"
Several Andalos soldiers looked at each other, their throats rolled slightly, their feet were constantly retreating, and then they seemed to finally gather up their courage and let out a roar.
"kill!"
Then he rushed over with his long sword high, trying to kill Drogo here.
The two blood alliance guards who were standing behind Drogo, the silent Hago and the slightly older Kokhoro, who was full of broken teeth, pulled out the scimitars around their waists and wanted to block Drogo.
However, it was stopped by Drogo.
"Os—"
Drogo made a low voice, turned his head slightly, and ordered the two to back away in Dothraki. He wanted to face the six enemies alone.
Then a pair of deep eyes looked at the six Andalus soldiers in front of him calmly, and then he took out his Arak machete from his waist and weighed it slightly in his hand.
Then the first Andalus soldier who rushed up raised his long sword and slashed it down, trying to cut Drogo's slanted shoulder with a sword in half.
wow...
The bell on the braid rang, and Drogo dodged with ease.
"Um"
Drogo's long beard trembled, and the young Andalusian soldier's cheeks were reflected in his dark eyes.
Unlike Viserys' purple eyes, Drogo's reactions and actions seem to have long since been integrated with him, like flowing clouds and water. This is the experience accumulated by battle-hardened warriors, and Drogo is born with it Horror talent.
His father Balbo Kao once called his son "the greatest mounted warrior in the world".
This is not only high hopes, but also the truth.
"kill!"
Subsequently.
The few remaining Andalus soldiers saw this scene and gathered up their courage to rush up and besiege Drogo together.