Chapter 268: Success or failure is here

The Targaryen army assembled outside the barracks, with three-headed fire dragon flags waving in the wind. The soldiers lined up neatly, with bright armor, and shouting loud slogans.

"drink!"

And the Dothraki people in the distance also gradually walked out of the simple camp.

The Dothraki’s camp is extremely simple, even without wooden walls, just some animal skin tents, some pits are dug on the ground to make fires. Many Dothrakis can’t even mix in tents, just build a piece of grass. Sleep on the floor.

But it was good to sleep like this in the long summer, but now that winter is here, Ge Duohe is not so cold here, but the temperature is still dropping drastically.

It has a higher latitude than the warm Dothraki Sea.

Therefore, ordinary Dothraki people do not feel so well. Although they will not be frozen to death, many people who are sick with colds and colds are present. They can only move their bodies more daily and put on a few more clothes to hope to be warmer.

However, I didn't expect that the Targaryen army, which had been huddled in the castle today, suddenly took the initiative to release the battle book, and set out in a battle to the death outside the city.

Many of the Dothraki who had received Kaor's order and were rallying were puzzled.

"The brains of these lambs are broken?"

They can only understand this way.

Then the Dothraki army assembled. For this barbaric race, their tactics were to burn, kill and snatch. After all, few troops in the field can withstand the Dothraki attack.

Often the morale of the enemy collapsed in just one round of charging. The soldiers fled into chaos, and were then ruthlessly harvested by the Dothraki like cutting leeks.

"Humph."

"These brave lambs."

The tall Dzekokao is standing in the forefront on a tall horse.

He didn't seem to be afraid of the cold, his upper body was covered with dark tattoos, and his deep eyes looked at the Targaryen army arrayed outside the city.

It is naturally not a fool that Dzekokao can become the leader. He knows that the opponent is tempting him to attack and may have some ideas. However, Dzekokao has sufficient confidence in his own people.

He will go to Kohor every four or five years to clean up. Although Kohor once had a successful case against the Dothraki people, it was more than four hundred years ago. Now the army of Dzekokao Kohor will obediently offer gold as soon as he arrives.

He knew that the other party was making a certain idea, but Dzekokao didn't care, he believed that his Karratha would be able to defeat them directly!

Then Dzekokao sat on the horse and drew out the gilded scimitar around his waist and gave the order to charge.

"Ohharat!"

Next second.

The endless Dothraki made a howl of mountains and tsunamis, and rushed towards the distant Targaryen army.

"Ohhh!"

And surrounded by the military formation in the distance, the legionnaire wearing a bright silver armor holding the rein in one hand, his posture sitting on the horseback was also a little weird.

He wears a metal mask on his face, and his whole body is covered under steel. Only the tiny gap between the mask and the neck can see his skin.

It was a shocking sight. His skin was scorched and even eroded, like a ghost walking out of a sea of fire, but his eyes were still piercing.

Bessie Joyce looked at the menacing Dothraki in the distance, and then raised his hand. It sounded a bit weak, but the words were full of perseverance.

"Raise your shield and prepare to fight."

And his messenger looked terrified, and hurriedly conveyed orders downwards.

"Hold your shield!"

A grassroots commander of a famous legion, wearing bright armor riding on the horse, shouted loudly.

"Hold up your shields, boys!"

"drink!"

Wow----

In an instant, countless shields with three-headed fire dragon emblems on their faces were lifted up, and a spear was placed in the gap between the shields.

The soldiers tightly held the gun barrels in their hands and rolled their throats slightly, and their palms were full of sweat.

This spear and shield formation is the most basic array in the Targaryen army, mainly to counter the cavalry forces.

Bessie led the First Army to be stationed here for more than a year. In addition to building the castle, he also practiced the army.

What's more, many of the more than 10,000 soldiers he leads today are Andals fighters who participated in the Battle of Ge Dohe in this land.

A long conflict formation did not take too long to assemble and complete, and the black Dothraki people in the distance were flooding crazily like a tide.

Ten thousand horses were galloping on the ground, and the ground under the feet of the Targaryen soldiers was trembling slightly.

The invincible momentum overwhelmed.

"Is this the Dothraki?"

Many of the Targaryen soldiers had not seen such a scene, and their mentality had already begun to retreat.

This was the enemy-breaking skill that the Dothraki depended on for survival. Before they even started fighting, they were scared to death, their morale became extremely low, and after a slight impact, they couldn't resist the pressure and fled in all directions.

This is why Jon Clinton desperately prevents Viserys from wanting to go out of town to fight the Dothraki.

It would be okay if Visiris led an elite force, and the stinky fish and shrimps like the Pantos defender would have no way to resist such a battle.

I am afraid that there will be deserters before the fight, and the collapse of the front is often an avalanche disaster, which is likely to affect everyone and eventually turn into a defeat.

"Archer, hold on!"

"Collect the team!"

Orders came from Bessie's mouth, and the commanders at the grassroots level ran behind them on horses while calling out loudly.

"There is nothing to be afraid of these **** chores."

In the long paradox.

A Targaryen veteran who had followed Veserys spoke proudly to the recruits who had never seen such a battle beside him.

"I once personally hacked three Dothraki people to death."

"Is it?"

And the recruit who was a little pale listening to the sound of horses hooves approaching quickly from far away, his face became a little better when he heard the words of the veteran.

Then I heard the voice of their general.

"Archer!"

"hurry up!"

Mill sat on the war horse, his palms tightly tightened with the reins, and when he looked at the overwhelming Dothraki in the distance, he also felt some scalp tingling.

But he didn't show his fear on his face~www.NovelMTL.com~ because too many people were watching his expression.

Then Mill turned his head to look at his friend.

Fighting out of the city is a very risky move, and Mill once persuaded Bessie to change this idea in private.

The two boys once came from the same Andal village and were the first to join Andaloth.

But the fate was different in that she had been calm and courageous since she was a child, and even Bessie, who was chosen by the village as the son of a warrior, came to Andaloth and was selected to become Viselis' Royal Guard.

Later, he was appointed to lead soldiers and eventually became one of the most powerful people in the kingdom.

And Mill has been groping in the army.

But fortunately, the two boys have a good destiny. Both have survived the ups and downs and have survived to this day, and they have achieved their own achievements.

And now... success or failure in one fell swoop.