radicalducati Chapter 113 Khal Drogo
Chapter 113 Khal Drogo
Chapter 113 Khal Drogo
"Look! Here come our proud centaur beggars! They come charging in with only a few scimitars, dreaming that only they can win. Now, let's teach them a lesson!"
On the walls of Pentos, facing the centaur cavalry that had swept through the city, the legionary commander Bevos, shirtless, raised his spear to boost the morale of the soldiers around him.
The soldiers responded with enthusiastic cheers.
The vanguard of two hundred horsemen outside the city quickly split into two columns, and their bows and arrows began to probe the city's defenses for any gaps.
Scattered arrows fell aimlessly on the city wall, occasionally caught by the soldiers' shields. The two volleys of arrows caused almost no casualties to the soldiers on the city wall.
Outside the city were two hundred horsemen, led by Hago, one of Khal Drogo's blood-sworn guards, a huge warrior who rode his horse like a donkey.
The two hundred-man squads met together, gazing at the walls of Pentos.
"Let's get another 100 meters closer and see if the Ironmen are scared out of their wits!"
Seeing no movement on the city wall, the usually taciturn Hago spoke a long and difficult sentence, and with a wave of his hand, two hundred warriors roared and spurred their horses to charge towards the walls of Pentos.
When they were about 100 meters away, the column split up again, and skilled equestrian warriors performed various difficult maneuvers on horseback: shooting from behind, shooting overhead, and shooting from concealment. The horsemen were playing a hunting game.
But Bevos on the city wall was never a good-tempered fellow. When the centaurs brazenly approached within a hundred meters of the city wall, the burly man ordered the archers to return fire.
The bowstrings were pulled taut, and as the saying goes, "higher arrows hit lower arrows, and more arrows hit fools." A volley of arrows was fired, and galloping riders fell from their horses in an instant.
"Fire again!"
The burly man Bevos roared incessantly, but before the second volley of arrows was fired, the centaurs below the city realized something was wrong. Without their leader giving any orders, they turned their horses around and fled in panic.
Although the Dothraki are brave and skilled in battle, they are not fools. They only came to raid the city to test whether the Ironhide people had any loopholes in the city's defenses, not to engage in a stupid game of mounted archery versus infantry archery.
The centaurs, who were naked except for a greasy, painted leather vest, suffered heavy casualties. The two hundred arrogant followers hastily abandoned the corpses of more than thirty of their companions and left in a sorry state.
The soldiers stood on the city wall, hurling insults and profanities at these barbarians with horse brains.
"It's much easier than I expected." The corps' vice commander, Brown Man, put down his bow and arrow and looked at Bevos with a relaxed expression.
"Sir, Navy Commander Panbell has personally transported the supplies to the port and is waiting for our men to receive them!"
Before Bevos could even shout a few words of victory to further excite the soldiers, a soldier from below the city wall rushed up and interrupted the commander's train of thought.
Before the army could march into battle, supplies were the first priority. Before Viserys' "100,000 Heavenly Soldiers" arrived on the battlefield, Naval Commander Panbell led a fleet of thirty warships to escort supply ships, preparing to transport supplies and thousands of players by sea to quickly support Pentos.
With the arrival of bread and reinforcements, the morale of the Pentos Legion soared even higher, and they had never suffered a defeat since their formation.
The achievement of conquering a vast territory with the help of the true dragon has given the legion's soldiers confidence that is only slightly less than that of the players, and that they are in no way inferior to the elite troops of various countries.
Amidst cheers and laughter atop the city walls, a row of small black dots slowly appeared on the horizon outside the city.
They were all seasoned veterans, and everyone knew what that meant.
"Waaah~"
A large number of cavalrymen slowly appeared, the centaurs roaring and brandishing their Arak scimitars above their heads, showing off their martial prowess to the enemy in a savage manner.
With tens of thousands of people, the tribe of Drogo Khal Drogo alone numbered forty thousand warriors.
He was always an arrogant man, and he was invincible. He led all the people of Karasa slowly toward the city of Pentos.
The roars of barbarians, the oppressive feeling of dark clouds pressing down on the city, mixed with the neighing of cattle, sheep, horses, and dogs, made the soldiers on the city walls unable to show smiles anymore, and only a solemn look of anticipation remained.
"They're up to no good!" one player exclaimed as soon as he reached the top of the city wall and saw the spectacular scene.
"Damn it, there must be at least 100,000 people!" His companion was a newbie, and the immersive gaming experience made his palms sweat slightly.
"Don't be afraid. They're just a bunch of barbarians. They look impressive, but they're really just here to rob us. They're so poor they don't even have armor. They're just trying to intimidate us. If they really dare to attack the city, Pentos will instantly become a jade city, and not a single one of their horses will be able to get back!"
Another veteran player, clad in expensive plate armor and carrying a large spear, leaned against the battlements and said with a disdainful expression.
"I have lost thirty warriors."
Hago rode up to Drogoka's horse, lowered his horse slightly, and said in a low voice.
"My blood's blood!"
A dull voice came from Khal Drogo's throat. He didn't respond to the other party's statement about losing thirty men, but simply gestured for the other party to return to the ranks.
Khal Drogo has bronze skin, black eyes, and thick, greasy braids that reach his thighs. He is an invincible khal who has conquered countless khalasas on the Dothraki plains.
Today he will conquer the stone castle, slaughter all the Tin Men who have angered him, and once again prove his martial prowess to the world.
Turning his horse around, Khal Drogo ordered his khalasar to set up camp. They needed rest, and his warriors needed to roam freely before taking the stone castle.
The stone castle is right here, ready for him to conquer at any time.
A hundred-man squad protected the Jakkarans, led by Khoso, another of Kho's blood-sworn guards, as they rode forward to retrieve the bodies of the warriors and their horses.
On the city wall, Bevos did not give an order to stop them; he did not want to let the corpses of these bastards rot and stink outside the city.
After all, if a plague breaks out, the centaurs can simply leave, but Pentos will suffer.
In the centaur camp, fallen warriors were burned in one place, and the warhorses that were brought back had their necks pierced with daggers so that their owners could continue to ride them after death.
Inside the tent that had been set up, the Blood Guards were feasting on horse heads, while Drogon stood silently to the side, wiping his body with sand, his gaze coldly fixed on the direction of Pentos.
He could almost see his warriors, under his command, riding horses and wielding scimitars, slaughtering the tin men in the city.
The Tin Man is no different from the Goat Man, Khal Drogo thought.
Meanwhile, the city of Pentos was also bustling with activity. Commander Pamber ordered the sailors to come ashore to help, and catapults originally used for naval battles were being mounted on the city walls.
In addition, ballistae designed by the players were also transported to the city walls shortly after they were installed on the warships. When the centaurs launched their attack, these weapons were the tributes offered by the "Tin Man".