Chapter 172 Reversing the Situation

Time passed slowly, and after a period of time, it gradually approached evening and the light became weaker and weaker. Even people with good eyesight could not see clearly what was happening in the distance from a high place.

The only thing that is certain is that the land around the Kaisai Pass is still lifeless, and both sides are like spears and shields, waiting with bated breath for the fatal blow to fall.

In the Dothraki Zara camp, tens of thousands of tents were set up next to a huge rock. A torch was inserted into the gap in the stone, casting a fiery red and erratic light on the surrounding area.

Mosso and the stewards were sitting on the ground. Everyone had expressionless faces and no movement. They seemed to have fallen into silence for a long time.

The commander-in-chief of Wanhu, who was surrounded by everyone, looked as old as the rock behind him, with messy hair and beard hanging on his skinny head and chin like weeds.

At this moment, one of the stewards spoke, and it sounded like he was answering a question. His voice was very low, hoarse, and somewhat hesitant.

"Our scouts reported that the enemy dug traps and planted stakes in the mountains. It is impossible for us to attack them by surprise."

Mosso's expressionless face revealed nothing, but his determination could be felt in his voice.

"So what? If the Kaisai Pass falls, we don't need to go back."

"If we succeed, the Dothraki army can enter Meereen from here. Not only will the great Khal not hold us accountable, but he will also give us generous rewards. I am willing to share my share with you.

"Dead people don't care about this, nor do they give gifts." The steward stood up, bent down and looked at Mosso, and replied in a low voice:

"If you survive this war, I will make a request to the Great Khal to lead my people away from your pastoral area. If I retreat during the battle, you can kill me."

Mosso didn't seem to care at all. He sat there like a weathered rock.

But from his stooped waist, it can be seen that he is carrying a heavy burden.

Then, he talked with the other leaders for a while. Finally, he struggled with his tired body and stood up, took a deep breath, and said to everyone:

"The mountains are dangerous and the terrain is unfavorable. Dothraki warriors must all dismount and fight on foot. The enemy is outnumbered and we must fight tooth and nail to win."

After hearing the last words, the stewards did not make any response, but with resentment shining in their eyes, they held their scimitars tightly, glanced at Mosso, and left directly.

This was not a refusal to fight. They went back to prepare for the call to war. This was the final stage before the war.

In their opinion, not many people should survive, but when they thought of the military orders of the great Kaa and Dothraki, they could only suppress their dissatisfaction.

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That night, everything went very smoothly. Mosso sent out many experienced scouts to prevent any Qarth or Meereen spies from having the opportunity to inquire about the movements of Raza's camp.

When the sky darkens, Dothraki warriors move through the darkness like black silhouettes.

The assembly took longer than expected, and the leaders wasted a lot of time before letting the soldiers lead the horses to the valley behind the camp.

The Kaisai Pass has many fractures and is covered with huge debris accumulated over countless years.

Taking advantage of the dim light, Mosuo ordered the heads of a hundred households to lead their respective warriors to spread out among the rocks to hide their traces, and then called a meeting of all the thousands of households.

The stewards came, looked at Mosso with expressions of great disgust, and spoke to him in low, angry tones.

Mosso's face was calm, and he touched his chest with his fist to express respect, and looked at each manager sincerely.

Then, he suddenly straightened up and his eyes became sharp, like a wild animal smelling its prey.

He turned his head, waved his hand towards the black northeast, and spoke slowly in a deep voice:

"The enemy did not engage in a decisive battle with us with large forces. It makes sense for them to use their relatively superior forces to occupy dangerous defensive positions."

"This idea seems to be a good one. They think they have seen all the roads and have trapped us to death." After saying this, Mosso made a strange whooshing sound, and it seemed like he was laughing.

He turned around suddenly, amplified his voice, and shouted:

"This is good news! Even in such a dangerous situation, the fire of victory has been ignited again! The enemy's wisdom has become our helper."

"Because this place is by no means a good place for a decisive battle with large forces. The method of dividing the enemy's strategic positions is actually spreading our own forces. As long as we break through with heavy troops all the way, the enemy's other dangerous forces will be idle."

"Now, this damn terrain has become our best support; now, the Qarthens are eager to clear holes, dig trenches, and dig their own graves; now, as long as we can rush through this mountain pass, we can kick the enemy Go back to the Skazhadan River and recapture our Raza."

"Master of the Dothraki, I wish you good luck!"

"Kill the Qarthites! Kill all enemies!" Mosso lay down and touched the ground with his forehead. He raised his hands high as if praying to the sky and the earth, and shouted loudly:

"The great Khal, the horse god, will be happy with this, and the Dothraki will be victorious!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to have gained the power of the gods. He stood up quickly, drew out the scimitar at his waist, and swung it vigorously. The Dothraki warriors swarmed out from behind every rock in silence.

At this time, the time was gradually approaching the morning, and the light was getting brighter and brighter. People with good eyesight could already see the situation in the mountain pass from a high place. The Qarth people also saw the scene they had always wanted to see.

A mile away from the position, a group of orderly warriors appeared. They advanced at a steady pace and maintained a fixed formation.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack, the Dothraki are attacking with all their strength!"

The Qarth soldiers woke up from their sleep with a harsh cry. They ran to their respective posts as if they were being chased by wild beasts, and immediately saw the flash of fire in the distance.

These flames seemed to penetrate the sand and gravel and began to spread in the mountain pass. Long fire dragons gathered in front of them, along the gravel, and attacked the mountains where the main position of Qarth was located.

The soldiers on the battlefield held their breath, ready to face the astonishing number of enemies.

Then, suddenly there was a loud horn sound, and the enemy began to charge, and the original long dragon of fire turned into a raging wave of fire.

Teams of Dothraki warriors held torches, raised scimitars, and ran forward with crazy language and roaring.

A low horn sounded in the Qarth position, and they fired huge crossbows. These giant crossbows had already measured the distance and were waiting to kill.

Dozens of crossbows like spears, with a whistling sound, shot at the enemy at high speed, stringing the neat Dothraki into skewers, and cheers of response immediately sounded in the position.

The Dothraki team became panicked, and in order to avoid this terrible weapon, some warriors had begun to leave the team.

The centurions and thousand heads shouted slogans to kill the enemy, organized the attack, and charged forward to boost morale.

At the forefront of all the warriors were Wan Hu Mosuo and the warriors holding the black galloping horse banners, shouting:

"Fight for the Dothraki! Kill the Qartheen and retake the Kaiser Pass!"

They were not wearing armor, with bare chests, and with a thunderous momentum, like the gust of wind on the grassland, they blew up the mountains mercilessly.