Chapter 269: Fierce battle!

"Stabilize the formation!"

"Don't panic!"

Facing the menacing Dothraki people, the soldiers at the forefront were all elites in the legion, but at this moment even they felt nervous, their breathing became rapid, and they clenched their weapons.

Among the countless soldiers, the legion commander, who looked like stars holding the moon, still commanded calmly.

"Calm!"

"The seven gods will bless us."

"Warriors give us bravery and strength."

His words made many panicked soldiers become much more stable. Although faith is invisible, it also possesses great power in war, which can make soldiers facing desperate burst of courage.

"The archer is ready!"

Then Bessie raised her hand, her steel gloved palm reflecting the light of metal in the morning sun.

"Zhang Gong!"

"Zhang Gong!"

The captain of the legionary general rode a horse and ran in the rear, shouting loudly.

Targaryen’s army consists of one team for every two hundred people, and every five teams for one thousand generals. There are more grassroots commanders below. The command system is perfect and the command of the commander is transmitted very quickly.

In the front is a strong formation with contradictory cards, and in the back are densely packed archers.

They had no way of retreating against the city wall, but there was also no crisis, and there was no need to worry that the Dothraki would come around and attack the rear.

Therefore, Targaryen's army still occupies a favorable terrain, and the location of the castle is slightly higher in the battlefield.

Squeak--

When all the archers heard the command, they all opened their bows and set up their arrows, drew the bowstrings and made a sorrowful sound, and aimed diagonally at the sky in front of them.

Then a few more seconds passed.

Rumbling--

The vanguard of the Wanma Pentium Dothraki had entered the range of the Targaryen army's bow and arrow strikes, and then an order was issued.

"put!"

"Let's release the arrow!"

"Let's release the arrow!"

Bang bang bang ——

The bowstring made a sound, and a black rain of arrows flew straight to the sky, and then fell down from the highest point.

It was like a heavy rain falling, but the raindrops were all sharp metal arrows, smashing their heads and covering their faces on the face of the Dothraki.

Puff puff--

The sound of dense metal piercing the flesh and blood soon fell and a **** flower was set off among the Dothraki.

Countless Dothrakis who were riding on horsebacks shaking their scimitars fell from their arrows. The corpses fell to the ground, and they were driven by the clansmen behind to step on their horses to become muddy, and they flew into flesh and blood in an instant.

"Ohhhh!!!"

However, what is desperate is that the Dothraki people did not change their face in the face of such casualties.

On the contrary, because of the stimulation of the blood, their ferocity was aroused, and they rushed over even more fiercely and fearlessly.

"Stay in formation!"

"Boys!"

"Stay in formation!"

Mill held the rein tightly in his hand and commanded loudly.

The blow of the bow and arrow did not stop the Dothraki from advancing, and then it was about to usher in the test of his soldiers.

As a general in the legion, he holds more than a thousand soldiers, but his general was not picked up because his friend was the commander of the legion. Mill also participated in the battle on the land under his feet.

He was still a captain at that time, leading his brothers to be responsible for arranging fortifications and made great achievements. In addition to several subsequent wars, he made several more achievements in logistics supply dispatching and commanding battles, and finally became a man. General.

"Ohhh!!!"

However, the Dothraki's charging pace did not stop, and after two rounds of volleys, they had reached the front of the Targaryen Legion in the blink of an eye.

All the soldiers subconsciously held the spears in their hands, and the soldiers hiding behind the shields also tightened their muscles, working hard to resist the upcoming impact.

boom--

Next second.

The Dothraki’s war horse directly smashed into the Targaryen army’s spear array, and the indestructible spear array shook in an instant, and withstood tremendous pressure.

And the Dothraki people also turned their backs on their backs, their horses neighed in pain, and the soldiers who were knocked down also screamed.

"kill!"

Countless soldiers with spears hiding behind the shields held their weapons and stabbed them out. They almost didn't need to look with their eyes. They just plugged in and pulled out, and then plugged in and pulled out.

Blood splattered in along the gap in the shield, and everyone's eyes were red.

"kill!"

"Kill all these craps!"

However, not all places in the army have withstood the first wave of impact.

The heavy body of the warhorse charged directly into the spear array with a strong impact force, and a hole was instantly opened in some weak places.

The power of the flawed spear array dropped by more than one level, and in an instant, countless Dothraki people rushed into several places with flaws.

Puff--

The shield formation was broken through, the soldiers slumped, and the Dothraki's scimitar was ruthlessly harvesting their lives.

"not good!"

As the general, Mir gritted his teeth slightly when he saw this scene, and then drew the long sword from his waist.

"Stick me!"

"Stay in formation!"

Then Paima rushed forward, trying to stabilize the formation by himself.

But not far away.

Sitting on a pure white horse without a single hair, the commander of the legion, Bessie Joyce, is holding the reins, and the eyes under the mask are calmly looking at the chaotic battlefield in front of him.

There is more than one loophole.

The Dothraki were not afraid of death, and used their lives to rush through the army. The Targaryen's indestructible front had begun to show some signs of collapse.

But this is not to blame him, there are not many troops that can withstand the Dothraki attack in the wild.

Although the army he leads has a firm belief, it is not an army that does not hesitate even if it commits suicide.

If he was given a few more years, perhaps he might also bring out such an army with firm belief.

But at the moment those are no longer useful.

Bessie raised her head and looked at the sky. The sky was cloudless early in the morning, and only a few birds flew above her head.

"The time has not come yet."

Then he retracted his gaze and continued to look at the battlefield not far away, while the guards beside him were slightly nervous.

"Commander in chief!"

"It's too dangerous here, you can withdraw to the castle!"

Although the situation on the front line is currently showing anxiety ~www.NovelMTL.com~ and it has not been defeated for the first time, this shows that the soldiers of the Legion are already elite enough.

However, the Legion was unable to succeed, and the Dothraki people were still pouring in continuously, after all, the opponent's numbers were more dominant.

But Bessie ignored the words of the guard next to her, but he groaned again and played a card.

"Let the cavalry go, the flanks cut the battlefield."

Now the Dothraki people swarmed in and attacked the array. Because of the trenches on both sides and the city walls, they had no way to go around and attack the two sides of the array or come back for a backlash.

If it can do that, I am afraid that these Targaryen troops will collapse faster, and they can only form a round formation to deal with it.

This is the innate advantage of cavalry over infantry.

But now the Targaryen army is leaning against the city wall and almost reproduces the conditions of the Kohor Three Thousand Warriors campaign.

But the only difference is that the Targaryen army is not indestructible and unsullied.