Chapter 269

The Targaryen army gathered outside the barracks, and the flags of the three-headed fire dragon fluttered in the wind.

"drink!"

"drink!"

And the Dothraki people in the distance gradually walked out of their humble camp.

The Dothraki camps are extremely simple, and they don't even have wooden walls. They are just some animal skin tents. Some pits are dug on the ground to make fires. Many Dothraki people can't even mix in tents, just build a piece of grass. Sleep on the ground.

However, sleeping like this in the long summer was fine, but now that winter has come, although it is not so cold here, Ge Dohe is still very cold.

It is a bit higher latitude than the warm Dothraki Sea.

Therefore, ordinary Dothraki people do not feel so well. Although they will not freeze to death, there are many people who are sick with colds and colds. They can only exercise more every day, and put on a few more clothes to keep warm.

However, I didn't expect that the Targaryen army, who had been huddled in the castle today, suddenly took the initiative to issue the gauntlet, and lined up outside the city to show a decisive battle.

Many of the Dothraki who were gathering under the order of the Kaa were puzzled.

"The brains of these lambs are broken?"

They can only understand that.

Then the Dothraki army assembled. For this savage race, their tactic was to burn, kill, and snatch. After all, few troops in the wild could withstand the attack of the Dothraki.

The morale of the enemy was often collapsed after just one round of charging, and the soldiers fled in confusion, and then the Dothraki ruthlessly harvested their lives like leeks.

"Humph."

"These daring lambs."

The tall Dzeko Kao stood at the forefront on a tall horse.

He didn't seem to be afraid of the cold at all. His upper body was naked, his body was covered with dark tattoos, and his deep eyes looked at the Targaryen army lined up outside the city in the distance.

It is not a fool for Dzeko Kao to become the leader. He knows that the other party is tempting him to attack, maybe he has some idea, but Dzeko Kao has sufficient confidence in his own people.

He would go to Kohor every four or five years to sweep around. Although Kohor had a successful case against the Dothraki, that was more than 400 years ago, and now the army of Dzeko Kao As soon as they arrive at Kohor, they will obediently offer gold.

He knew that the other party was thinking of something, but Dzeko Kao didn't care, he believed that his card LS would be able to defeat them directly!

Then Dzekokao sat on the battle horse and pulled out the gilded machete around his waist, and gave the order to charge.

"Ohharat!"

next second.

The endless Dothraki let out a howl of a mountain and a tsunami, and rushed towards the Targaryen army in the distance.

"ohhh!"

And surrounded by the army formation in the distance, the regiment commander in bright silver armor held the reins with one hand, and his posture on the horse's back was also a little weird.

He wears a metal mask on his face, and his whole body is covered under steel. Only the tiny gap in the mask and neck can see his skin.

It was a shocking sight. His skin was scorched black or even rotten, like a ghost who came out of a sea of ​​fire, but his eyes were still bright.

Bessie Joyce looked at the menacing Dothraki in the distance, then raised her hand, sounding a little weak, but her words were full of determination.

"Raise your shield and prepare for battle."

And his messenger's expression froze, and he hurriedly conveyed the order.

"Raise your shield!"

"Raise your shield!"

A grass-roots commander of the famous legion, wearing bright armor, shouted loudly while riding on a warhorse.

"Raise your shields, boys!"

"drink!"

"drink!"

wow-

In an instant, countless shields with three-headed fire dragon emblems were lifted up, and a long gun was placed in the gap of the shield.

The soldiers tightly held the gun barrels in their hands, their throats rolled slightly, and their palms were full of sweat.

This spear and shield formation is the most basic formation in the Targaryen army, mainly to counteract the charge of cavalry troops.

Bessie led the First Army to be stationed here for more than a year, in addition to taking the time to build the castle, he also practiced the army.

What's more, many of the more than 10,000 soldiers he leads today are Andal warriors who participated in the battle of Gordohe on this land.

It didn't take long for a long paradox formation to be assembled, and the black Dothraki people in the distance were rushing frantically like a tide.

Thousands of horses galloped across the ground, and the ground beneath the Targaryen soldiers trembled slightly.

The invincible aura overwhelmed him.

"Is this the Dothraki?"

Many of the Targaryen soldiers have never seen such a scene, and they have already begun to retreat.

This is the skill that the Dothraki rely on to survive. They are scared to death before they start fighting, and their morale becomes extremely low. After a little impact, they will be unable to withstand the pressure and run away.

That's why Jon Clinton desperately stops Viserys from trying to get out of town and fight the Dothraki.

It would be fine if Viserys led the elite troops, but the rotten fish and rotten shrimps like the Pantos defenders would have no way to resist such a battle.

I am afraid that there will be deserters before the fight, and the collapse of the front is often an avalanche-type disaster, which is likely to affect everyone and eventually become a defeat.

"Archer, hold on!"

"Gather the team!"

One after another orders came out of Bessie's mouth, and the grassroots commanders rode their horses and ran in the rear, calling loudly at the same time.

"There's nothing to be afraid of these bloody chops."

In a long line of contradictions.

A Targaryen veteran who once followed Viserys said proudly to a recruit who had never seen such a battle beside him.

"I personally hacked to death three Dothraki people."

"Is it?"

As for the pale recruit, listening to the sound of horses' hooves approaching from far to near, his face became a little better when he heard the old soldier's words.

Then the voice of their general was heard again.

"Archer!"

"hurry up!"

Mir sat upright on the warhorse, holding the reins tightly in his palms. Looking at the overwhelming Dothraki in the distance, he also felt some scalp tingling.

But he didn't show his fear on his face, because too many people were looking at his expression.

Then Mill turned his head to look at his friend.

Going out of town to fight was a very risky move, and Mill had privately persuaded Bessie to change her mind.

The two boys, once from the same Andal village, were the first to join Andalos.

However, the fate is different. Bessie, who has been calm and brave since childhood, was even chosen by the village as the son of a warrior, and came to Andalus and was selected to become Viserys' Kingsguard.

Later, he was appointed to lead the army and eventually became one of the most powerful men in the kingdom.

And Mir has been struggling in the army.

But fortunately, both boys have a good fate, and they have survived ups and downs to survive until today, and have achieved their own achievements.

And now. Success or failure is here.