Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

The wives of deceased Khals become permanent residents of Vaes Dothraki.

The prophet organization Doshkarin composed of them will jointly manage the vast Dothraki sea with other khaos.

Doshkarim would devote the rest of his life to the Dothraki with his wisdom, predicting the future, and reading omens.

But every khal who has proven himself through numerous feats of bravery and can fight on horseback is no weakling.

According to the ancient tradition of the Horse King, they must respect the status of Doshkarim, but it does not mean that they need to listen to the eunuchs who serve the old woman of Doshkarim.

And Drogo is the most powerful Khal in the Dothraki Sea, and he doesn't want to waste any more words with the eunuch.

He took out the dagger hanging from his golden belt, leaned over and handed it out:

"Doshkarin can choose any one from the trophies. I gave them this gift to thank them for their achievements. As for you, I also want to give you a gift to give you the glory you deserve. No. Let your body rot in the wilderness.”

The supreme honor and status enjoyed by the old women made the eunuchs who served them forget the taste of fear.

When faced with the sharp blade handed out by Kaa, the panic reappeared in the eunuch's emotions. The slave's nightmare of being short of food and clothing and fearful all day long resurfaced again, and his trembling body lay on the ground.

Facing the setting sun, Drogo looked around at the Dothraki people and saw the respect in their eyes. He put the dagger back into his belt, raised his riding crop and waved it vigorously:

“Go south, march.

The Dothraki's living conditions are highly consistent with their methods of warfare. In a military sense, this gives them extremely powerful military power, that is, mobility.

The braid that hangs down to the legs has many bells hanging in between.

It means that Drogo has defeated countless enemies and won battles one after another. He knows the tactics of the Dothraki well.

The first thing is to be fast and clearly determine the enemy's retreat direction.

Then rely on the high mobility advantage of the light cavalry to conduct long-distance and rapid attack operations, causing the opponent to panic.

At that time, the fear will be more terrible than the blade.

The Dothraki cavalry in the wild turned into two long snakes at the source of the Valanna River and marched separately.

Khal Drogo led the main force south to Volantis, while the other force, led by Ponokor and Jakok, pursued westward.

The evening clouds drifted over, the smoke disappeared from the wetlands and swamps, and the light of the moon and stars washed the night.

Meng Ge wore a painted leather vest, exposing his bronze chest, and walked among the ruins of Sa Mel where the bonfire was bright.

He warned the craftsmen who were building the fortifications and patiently calmed the anxious mood of the tribesmen.

After a long period of cleaning, looking around, the ruins of Sam Mel are still full of decay and dilapidation.

The beautiful city that once had pink buildings has long since fallen into the mud.

The moss-covered green masonry hides the black traces of the fire. Everything sheltered under it was destroyed in the sudden war.

But with the arrival of the tribe led by Ofer, the ruins are already full of life.

Sa Mel takes off his gorgeous coat and cleans up the traces of yesterday. Even if it is a corroded and collapsed city wall, it will definitely be able to delay the enemy's attack, resist sharp arrows, and continue to protect the safety of his successors.

After walking around the entire camp, Mongo stopped at the former city gate. His army was still stationed in Volantis, waiting for the final order to cross the river.

Looking back at the eastern sky, the stars are shining brightly. They are the flaming horses galloping in the sky and the souls of the Dothraki warriors.

Immediately, he got on his horse and took the torch from the steward Ofer who was following behind him.

Turning sideways and looking down at the people who came to see them off with nervous expressions or extremely cautious attitudes, Meng Ge said with a smile:

"On the eve of war, some people will be afraid and want to pray to the gods, and some will be excited and want to vent their emotions. But for commanders, we are walking on thin ice with an abyss beneath our feet. We must remain calm enough and do our part. Whatever you do, if you don't know what to do and it would be more satisfying, then do as I tell you, pledge your loyalty to me, and fight by my side. We are born Dothraki and we must die like warriors. ”

It is an undeniable fact that we are outnumbered, and the road to victory does not look so bright.

Kaa's tactics seemed to be the key to victory. Nohat asked cautiously:

"Kaa, will the enemy really divide their forces at the Valanna River?"

Meng Ge sat on the horse, leaning slightly, with a relaxed expression:

"Yes, the enemy is stronger than us. The greater the ability, the more he wants. And the opponent happens to be a proud person. What can be more touching than a complete victory in one battle."

After thinking about it for a moment, he learned from the steward Ofer that the young man in front of him had achieved another achievement. Meng also wanted to train Nohat, so he explained:

"Our tactics are not like loose sand, moving blindly with the wind, but a well-thought-out strategy. Only by being smarter than our opponents can we be invincible."

Seeing Nohat's solemn and pensive expression, Mengge stretched out the riding crop in his hand, smiled and tapped his shoulder, and asked seductively:

"So, where do you think our smart performance lies and where are our current advantages?"

Suppressing the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Nohat's face gradually became calm. He raised his head and looked directly at Kaa's smile, speaking firmly:

"Take the initiative. We have mastered the initiative on the battlefield, avoided the enemy's advantages, never confronted them head-on, divided our troops to encircle them, unexpectedly advanced to the enemy's rear over long distances, and were ready to form a siege at any time."

In fact, this is a typical nomadic tactic, which was developed from observing wolf packs hunting, forming large-scale hunting behavior on the grassland, and was eventually applied to the military.

Hunting is never for the purpose of defeating the enemy, but for hunting.

Patiently send out scout cavalry to scout the enemy, encircle and hunt, design various opportunities to confuse the prey and cause omissions, and then, at the right time, suddenly launch an attack.

Mongol carefully looked at the young Dothraki who had recently emerged in front of him, and finally stopped at the other's brave and alert eyes, and said in a pleasant tone:

"All actions are not running away, but detours. Of course, if the enemy thinks we are afraid, that will be the best result. This war has no specific designated battlefield. Be the first to discover the enemy, use the terrain, and keep detouring. Even if the enemy will not split up this time, it doesn't matter. We will force the opponent to make mistakes again, split up and disintegrate. As long as we find the right opportunity, we will gather superior forces, cooperate with each other, and encircle and annihilate the enemy. That is the final real battlefield."

Looking around, seeing the joyful light of hope in everyone's eyes after hearing the words, Mongol's hanging heartstrings gradually relaxed, and he flicked the whip easily, saying:

"Okay, I hope the scout cavalry can bring us the good news of the enemy's division as soon as possible, so that I can lead the army across the river and fight side by side with you."

"Respected Kao, I will definitely do it."