area51novel Chapter 118 Arrival at the Battlefield
Chapter 118 Arrival at the Battlefield
Chapter 118 Arrival at the Battlefield
After marching for several days, more and more people from the tribes who had been conscripted joined the army.
For several days in a row, Visser had gathered around him with 22,000 men. Including the naval sailors who were escorting supplies by sea, the entire army numbered 26,000.
"The ragged prince!"
Inside the tent stood rows of jazz musicians, and Visser called out his men.
"His Majesty!"
The old gentleman stepped forward and responded.
"The Windblow Legion shall be the vanguard of the main army. Advance swiftly and reach the walls of Pentos at top speed!" the king commanded.
The ragged prince clenched his fist in the chest and retorted forcefully, "The Wind Blows, be the vanguard!"
For several days, the Dothraki drove the captured civilians to carry sand and pile up earth beneath the city walls.
As the slopes became increasingly formed, large enough for cavalry to charge, Bevos quickly ordered the ballistae to be moved, placing one ballista in front of each slope to deal with the cavalry that were about to charge towards the city.
Meanwhile, the Dothraki's long-awaited moment of revenge has finally arrived, and Drogo's Blood Guards volunteer to lead the charge.
Drogo granted him three thousand warriors, who were the first to charge.
"We have waited so long for this day! Charge forward, kill every coward in iron armor! Rape their wives and daughters! Enslave all their boys! Kill every one of their old men!"
Kojoro, his eyes bloodshot, brandished his scimitar, boosting the morale of the warriors.
Amidst a cacophony of howling demons, the bald Dothraki led three thousand warriors in a charge.
"Kill them!"
Rumble rumble~
The sound of horses' hooves echoed, raising clouds of dust.
More than three thousand Slarks, suffering fewer than a hundred casualties in the face of a hail of arrows, rushed to the city wall and were about to charge up the earthen slope.
One by one, the crossbows revealed Sen Hai's figure.
Kojoro's grinning face, which was squeezed to the front, froze instantly.
"put!"
A volley of spears and lances shot out from the ballista, and the short, stout Kojoro was instantly pierced through the chest. The immense force sent him flying, crashing into a large group of cavalry behind him.
Men pinned down horses, and horses pinned down men. Amidst a chorus of groans and howls, canisters of strong liquor were thrown from the city walls by soldiers and players, crashing into the cavalry.
Before the Dothraki could react, longbows with rockets nocked were aimed at them.
In this situation, even the bravest Dothraki warriors would change their expressions drastically, their faces filled with panic.
However, ahead lay the crossbows that were once again under heavy fire, and behind them were their own men who had been crushed. They could not advance and were in a hopeless situation!
"put!"
Bevos's head popped out of the battlements, and with a wave of his hand, a rocket was launched, instantly igniting the Dothraki. For a moment, the area beneath the city walls was filled with fire-breathing figures.
Long before the wildfire ran out, Bevos ordered the entire city to collect strong liquor, ready to deliver a heavy blow when the centaurs arrived. To this end, he even ordered a reduction in the use of catapults and ballistae.
For several days, the Dothraki, believing that the defenders had run out of green flames and arrows, became complacent. This group of brutes charged straight at them and were slaughtered.
Rows of crossbows continuously fired spears, felling groups of horsemen.
Flames crackled, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell of meat.
Amidst the billowing smoke, Khal Drogo clenched his fists, his gaze fierce as he stared at the Iron Man atop the city walls, who continued to draw his bow and shoot arrows at his people.
Kohoro led three thousand warriors to attack the city, but he himself died, leaving behind nearly a thousand corpses, and retreated in a sorry state once again.
Just as Khal Drogo was about to give the order to attack the city again, a horn sounded in the distance.
"Waaah~"
Dust billowed and banners fluttered.
At first glance, it appears to be an army of tens of thousands.
"Reinforcements have arrived!"
"Haha, Viagra's here! Let's crush these barbarians with queues!"
"When will you open the city gates! We'll launch a coordinated attack from the center, striking from within and without! How can the barbarian army not be defeated!"
On the city wall, soldiers and players who saw this scene from afar cheered. Even the nauseating smell of meat below the city wall now smelled so unpleasant.
The newcomers were none other than the vanguard of the entire army, the Wind Blowing Legion, numbering two thousand men.
Dust billowed and the scene was incredibly imposing. This was because Prince Kanyi had heard from his scouts that the horsemen were attacking the city very aggressively. In order to save the day, he ordered all of his few cavalrymen to gather together and tie firewood and other dust-generating materials to their horses' tails.
This was done to create the appearance of a large army, attempting to force the Dothraki to retreat, and then engage them in battle once the army had fully assembled.
If they encountered an ordinary commander, they would certainly not dare to be careless and would lead their troops to retreat slowly.
Unfortunately, Prince Kagey, who was also a military strategist, happened to encounter the Dothraki.
Khal Drogo drew his Arak scimitar from his waist, pointed it into the distance, and shouted fiercely, "Attack! Kill them head-on!"
"Kill them!"
All the centaurs, as if injected with adrenaline, spurred their horses and charged towards the Windblown Group.
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Prince Raggedy, watching from afar, saw that the horsemen not only did not retreat but were charging towards him. He immediately realized that something was wrong and hurriedly ordered the dust-raising materials to be removed. He then ordered the infantry to stand in front, raise their spears, and prepare to defend against the cavalry.
"Waaah~"
Rumble rumble~
Just then, the commander-in-chief of the entire army, Gilo, arrived with a large number of cavalry, including his original six hundred cavalrymen, the White Robe, and fifteen hundred cavalrymen from other units.
Two thousand cavalrymen roared in, and Prince Kanyi hurriedly ordered his own three hundred cavalrymen to join them.
These two thousand armored cavalrymen charged fearlessly toward the nearly thirty thousand Slark cavalrymen.
The Dothraki often believe themselves to be invincible and that those who wear iron armor are cowards. Therefore, even in the face of dust and uncertainty, they still dare to charge.
Jiro's two thousand-plus cavalrymen were equally fearless. Apart from a large portion of them being players, the rest of the native soldiers, relying on their superior armor, looked down on the unarmored "fly cavalry."
The two cavalrymen, one strong and one thin, soon collided. On the Long family's side, the vanguard was led by a man in white robes.
The white-robed figures were all clad in plate armor, and the centaurs' scimitars, aside from leaving a white mark on their armor, were completely ineffective against them.
On the contrary, the white-robed man had many Valyrian steel swords bestowed upon him by Visser, which could cut through iron and steel with ease, and piercing through the centaur's dirty vest was even less of a problem.
Lord Roland, commander of the Royal Guard, brandished his Valyrian longsword, slashing left and right, his emotions running high as he charged straight into the enemy's inner ranks.
At the same time, two groups of bandits, each with a thousand men, bypassed Jiluo's cavalry and headed straight for the two thousand infantrymen of the Wind Blowing Regiment.
"Fire a volley of crossbow bolts!"
Although Prince Kanyi was old, he was fearless in the face of danger. At his command, a rain of arrows fell, killing countless horsemen.
As the horsemen drew near, the soldiers of the Wind Blowing Corps raised their spears like hedgehogs, ready to meet the enemy, when the sound of horns "woo~woo" came from behind.
However, Visser arrived just in time with most of his men.
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