Chapter 258: Treat death as home

Two days later in the afternoon.

The gates of Pantos were overcrowded, mostly refugees driven by the Dothraki.

Their homes were destroyed and their wealth was looted, and they were forced to flee their homes. Driven by the Dothraki, they fled in the direction of Pantos like a pig.

Many people who ran slowly died under Dothraki's bows, arrows and scimitars, and then made a sound of laughter, speaking in the incomprehensible Dothraki language.

"Qoramae!"

After that, the urging agent dragged a woman out of the refugees, pulled it directly onto the horse's back, and then slapped the horse's **** and walked away.

"Hey…"

"you…"

The woman's husband looked like an honest farmer, and seemed to want to retake his wife.

However, before he rushed over, two other Dothrakis cut their throats open with a scimitar.

puff--

Blood splattered.

The husband held his throat and watched as his wife was snatched away, and then fell into a pool of blood.

Small episodes like this are still happening on this land.

These roaring warriors seemed to be engaged in a killing game, and several Dothrakis were not fast.

Riding a horse leisurely pacing in the back can drive hundreds of unarmed refugees to escape in the direction of Pantos.

From time to time, I urged to kill a few slow-running ‘goat people’ immediately, or use a bow and arrow to use people who are dragging their families and helping each other as live targets, but these people don’t even have the courage to fight back.

Now the Dothraki army has arrived, and a large number of people living in towns near Pantos have been driven here.

This is one of the tactics of the Dothraki. If Pantos refuses to accept these refugees, he will lose morale, and if he accepts them, he will need to consume his own food.

However, the Dothraki army was not far from here, and the desolate and melodious horn could be heard from far away.

But Viselis still withstood the pressure and opened the gate to let these poor refugees escape into Pantos' city.

The Dothraki who had driven the refugees strangled their horses not far from the city gate.

Seeing the black and crushed refugees crowding at the city gate laughed, and provoke the Targaryen soldiers above the city.

They jumped off their horses to pee at the top of the city, and let them watch as they pulled their bows and shot and killed the refugees who were fleeing towards the city gate.

The Targaryen soldiers at the head of Pantos, including the mercenaries of the former Windblown Group, clenched their fists when they saw this scene.

"Fuck! These bastards!"

"I'm going to kill them!"

Will from the woodland held the long sword tightly, and looked at the scene in front of him, only feeling the blood rushed to the top of his head, wishing to rush down and kill these **** **** now.

But at this moment.

Rumbling--

The side door beside the sunrise gate of Pantos' main city gate opened wide, and a group of heavily armed Targaryen knights rushed out from it.

The Dothraki who drove the refugees were completely unprepared, and suddenly encountered the Targaryen cavalry head-on.

Perhaps they did not expect that these iron cans hidden in the stone house would dared to rush out directly at this time.

You must know that Dothraki's army is behind them, and now it is not far from Pantos.

"Shoritawakof!"

The Dothraki people who drove out the refugees exclaimed. This is the Dothraki language of "people in iron clothes".

But although they were a little caught off guard, they were not afraid.

Instead of running away, he pulled out the Yarak's scimitar on his waist and greeted him with howling loudly.

Rumbling--

In an instant.

The cavalry of the two sides collided violently and immediately made a huge noise. The gold and iron collided, the flesh and blood squeezed together, and there was a screaming scream.

"Kill all these craps!"

Jon Clinton wore bright armor, a helmet on his head, and a long sword in his hand, leading the Targaryen knights to rush into the enemy's formation, beheading several Dothrakis in succession.

Clang clang--

The sound of the violent collision of gold and iron was mixed, and flesh and blood flew across.

Although the Dothraki were proficient in riding skills, they still suffered a big loss in the frontal collision of the cavalry. After all, the first priority of the cavalry in combat was speed.

The Targaryen knight came in aggressively, while the Dothraki's roaring warrior strangled his horse and did not move. When he saw someone rushing out, he drew his sword and greeted him.

However, it fell short in terms of speed and impact.

Moreover, the Dothraki did not have the advantage in weapons and equipment. Their scimitars could hardly split the plate armor worn by the Targaryen soldiers, and even only a white mark was cut off.

Then he was chopped to the ground by a Targaryen soldier holding a sword and a shield, and the horseshoe was chaotically stepped into mud.

Herod--

The horse neighed.

"Nakhi!"

"Os!"

The two sides have just fought.

The sound of'stopping' and'retreating' came from the Dothraki group in an instant.

Although the Dothraki are reckless, they are not fools. This kind of iron can is really difficult to deal with.

But not everyone in Targaryen's army is qualified to wear such tin cans.

This time the Dothraki was still a ban, accompanied by the shouts of retreat, and then retreated like a tide to the main force of the distant army.

And Jon Clinton, who was already covered with blood just short of the battle, took a few breaths and wiped the blood on his face, watching these Dothraki people fleeing into the distance without chasing him.

It was a beckoning.

"withdraw!"

"Go, go back to town!"

Ta Ta Ta...

Then the group of Targaryen knights who had shielded the refugees from entering the city turned their horses and retreated towards the city of Pantos.

And at this moment.

distance.

Woo-

Suddenly, the desolate horn sounded loudly, and it sounded endlessly like a sea wave.

Rumbling--

Immediately afterwards, the endless Dothraki appeared in the eyes of the soldiers at the head of Pantos.

at the same time.

beep--

The horn on the head of Pantos also rang, and the clock rang to warn the whole city.

"Close the city gate!"

The commander at the head of the city conveyed the order.

"Close the city gate!"

The soldiers in charge of the city gate began to pull the rope, the winch made a huge creaking sound, and the city gate was slowly closing.

The refugees who have not had time to enter the city seem to be mad, rushing over like a city gate.

Jon Clinton and the knight he led to protect the refugees were even stopped at the end.

The Dothraki who could only watch as the waves swept from afar gradually approached.

"Ho **** ho ho!"

The earth trembled under the horse's hooves, and the sky-shaking howl sounded.

Jon felt that he had even smelled the disgusting smell of Dothraki.

"damn it!"

Then the man with long gray-red hair gritted his teeth slightly and drew out the blood-stained sword again.

"brothers!"

"Turn the horse's head!"

"Ready to meet the enemy!"

Jon Clinton spoke loudly~www.NovelMTL.com~

All the Targaryen knights who went out of the city turned their horses' heads, posing a knight who looked like death.

However, Jon didn't even utter his words to protect the people from retreating. Suddenly, he felt that the sky above his head instantly became gloomy.

Phoo~

Jon was a little embarrassed with the violent gust of wind and the dust.

"This is…"

Next second.

A huge black shadow spread its wings over the knights' heads and swooped directly towards the Dothraki army in the distance.