Game of Thrones Overlord Conquest

Nohat only stayed at the foothills for a moment. After nearly five thousand cavalry were organized into Corsolo's team, they set off north again.

The strong wind whipped up the heavy rain like countless horse whips, lashing hard in every corner of the world. For a short time, even the horse hoof prints on the ground were no longer clearly visible.

The cavalry rushed towards the storm, and at the foot of the increasingly lush hills at the end of the wilderness, about ten miles east from the source of the Valanna River, they found the enemy abandoned here, responsible for the wounded soldiers in the rear.

Corsolo left a thousand cavalry to annihilate them, and led the rest of the cavalry to continue galloping toward the east.

"Go forward! Keep going!" Corsolo raised his voice and shouted loudly: "The enemy is very fast, our pace must be faster, go forward, don't cherish your own horsepower."

In this way, the cavalry left the flat Volantis wilderness and chased towards the target step by step. They shuttled through the storm and thunder like black birds. The plants in front of them became taller and more luxuriant, and the blood boiling in everyone's body also increased. Then gradually cool down.

Soon after, they came to an open space. Corsolo signaled the cavalry to stop. He rode forward alone for dozens of steps, carefully looked at the surrounding terrain, and then said:

"The enemy's speed is too fast. It is impossible for us to catch up with them by following behind them. Kaa and I once hunted here, so we are familiar with the terrain here. They chose the road to the east. Now, taking advantage of the storm, It seems to be very conducive to covering up their tracks, but in the distance are mountains that the cavalry cannot climb. At that time, they will need to turn north to return to the Dothraki Sea. We will head directly to the northeast to intercept them.

"That's it." Nohat responded happily.

Next, everything went very smoothly. They did not find any enemies that might block their progress. At the same time, there was no longer any obstruction by lush vegetation. The cavalry moved forward quickly.

When lightning struck one after another, people could see not far away, directly ahead, a peak surrounded by dark clouds and thunder. The outline of the mountain range was also clearly visible in the white light. They were close to their destination.

After giving the order for the entire army to stop marching, Nohat led the cavalry and closely guarded the weak Corsolo in the center of the army.

Soon, the exploration cavalry sent to observe the situation came back, and they came to Corsolo.

"Kou, there are no traces left by the enemy at the foot of the mountain ahead. We speculate that they have not reached this place yet."

"Kou, do you still remember my ability?" A scouting cavalryman with unusually wide noses said, "I can smell anything flowing in the air. The strong wind happened to be blowing from the south. In addition to the strong smell of the sea, there was also There is a very faint smell of horse odor, and the enemy must be not far away from here.

"Warriors, thank you for your efforts, Harsha, I remember you. We fought side by side in the Varanna River. It was your sensitive nose that helped everyone avoid many crises. If you are right, I wish you Live in the blessing of the Horse God for all your life.”

Then, Corsolo looked around at the cavalry gathered around him. He shouted with all his strength, even the wind and thunder could not suppress his voice:

"Descendants of the Horse God, brave Dothraki warriors, the final battle has arrived. In front of them is the enemy's retreat and escape. They will resist to the death. Although the enemy is outnumbered, the glory they have won will be It will be even more dazzling, Kaa is coming from behind us, he will definitely see our loyalty and bravery, we will fight in the storm, fight in the thunder, and fight non-stop under the gaze of the sky."

The cavalrymen raised their scimitars one after another, and the restlessness overwhelmed all other sounds. Even the horses kept pawing their hooves, just waiting for an order.

Soon after, there was a violent shaking sensation on the ground, and the water rippled along with it.

Corsolo took one last look at everyone's faces, which were red with rain, and ordered:

"Nohat, you will launch a direct attack as the vanguard, so that our momentum can intimidate the enemy. The rest will follow me around to the enemy's right wing and block the way forward. We don't know what will happen later, so there is no Any tactic, charge forward, entangle any enemy who wants to get out of the fight, charge forward at any cost.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the vanguard troops immediately left the team, gradually arranged into a sharp formation, and galloped towards the enemy who had already arrived.

They were less than a mile from the foot of the mountain, and soon the pioneers blew their horns and charged without hesitation.

Panic shouts came from the opposite side, and the enemy obviously did not expect to be attacked suddenly here.

Corsolo also took a deep breath, cheered up, straightened his chest, returned to his heroic and fighting form, and led the rest of the cavalry around to the enemy's right flank.

He clamped the horse's belly tightly and shouted loudly:

"Charge, charge, charge forward!"

The low rumble instantly drowned out all the wind and rain.

Hearing these sounds, at the same moment, the invincible Drogo returned.

He galloped out on horseback, grabbed the horn from the hands of the bloodriders, and blew it with all his strength, making a deafening sound to alert the entire army.

Then, he threw the horn casually and made the most cheerful and powerful sound since the war started:

"Warriors of the tribe, your family is far away, but your enemies appear in front of you. Your destiny lies ahead. If we are destined to kill all our enemies before we can return to our place of life, then let us advance and retreat together. , move forward bravely and kill them all.”

The beautiful homeland lies ahead, and loyalty drives thirty thousand Dothraki cavalry to gather behind Khal.

A majestic and long-lasting trumpet sounded, symbolizing attack, and the horns of the entire army responded at the same time, sweeping the entire world in front of them.

Drogo raised the scimitar in his hand and shouted at the war horse under his crotch. The horse immediately galloped out like a strong wind. No one could keep up with his charge.

His long braids fluttered in the wind like a flag, and he appeared in the center of the battlefield, guiding the soldiers in the direction of advancement. He rushed towards the enemy at the lead, with thousands of horses galloping behind him.

Facing the menacing Drogo, although there were only 5,000 men in Nohat, their expressions were extremely resolute, their sharp and fierce eyes were directed at the enemy formation, and their dark eyes showed the determination to die generously.

The cavalry in the wild collided with each other in an instant, like the roar of thunder, the roar of the wind, and the bloody fighting intertwined into a heroic tragic song.