Chapter 173 Battle of Kaiser Pass

On the Qarth side, the royal family member Mathos Mararovin was in charge of this mission and led the team to defend the main position.

Just as he stretched out his hand to pick the fruits of victory, the opponent actually wanted to destroy the entire orchard.

The timing and method of the Dothraki attack were wrong, far beyond his expectations. There was a loophole in the foolproof plan, and fate temporarily deviated from the operation.

Now, almost all the Dothraki in the entire Kaiser Pass have become his enemies, and he needs to face the enemies that are coming like a flood alone.

But he is still very confident. He thinks his dam is safe because he commands a fleet of 200 warships, 10,000 armored warship soldiers, 30,000 slave warriors, and many powerful weapons. He is not so easily defeated.

So, he left the tent calmly, issued a command, and led his subordinates to rush to the core position of the southern battlefield. His guards tightly surrounded him in the center.

At this time, the Dothraki vanguard led by Mosso had already approached the outermost position of Qarth. They were all madly hacking and killing, completely destroying the wooden stakes that blocked the way.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, the morning light dimmed, and the weak light in the sky was submerged again.

Accompanied by the chaotic warning roars, they looked up and saw countless arrows flashing cold flames in the darkness, falling towards them.

The Dothraki warriors were panicked, and before they could dodge sideways, the sharp arrows pierced their bodies with a whistling wind.

For a moment, blood splattered, staining the gray-yellow sand and gravel, and hoarse wailing filled the mountains.

"Descendants of the Horse God, don't retreat, don't be afraid!" Mosso came to the front of the army and shouted frantically.

But his standard-bearer was the focus of the Qarth archers. His body was full of black arrows. He fell down before he could even howl. His tall body just pressed Mosuo to the ground, interrupting his roar.

At this moment, the terrifying black arrow rain fell from the sky again like a dark cloud. The shrill howl went straight to the sky, and dissipated in the air in the harsh whistling of arrows, and disappeared from this era.

The Dothraki warriors fell to the ground one after another, lying motionless in the gaps of the corpses, avoiding fatal blows. After several rounds of fierce arrow rain, the Qarth archers fell into a state of exhaustion. They opened the bodies of their companions and stood up with blood all over their bodies.

When Mosuo pushed the body of the standard-bearer away with all his strength and examined the bodies of the dead soldiers, he stood there with blood all over his face. His face was hideous and full of anger, and he couldn't say anything.

But he had no time to feel angry. The enemy did not even give him a chance to reorganize the formation. Thousands of Qarth spearmen rushed to the wooden stakes with deafening shouts of killing, and mercilessly stabbed the Dothraki who had just gained a foothold.

The few Dothraki warriors who survived felt that they were unable to meet this offensive, so they turned around and began to retreat towards the mountain pass, trying to escape from this battlefield that was like a trap.

Qarth commander Mathos Mararovin was very excited when he saw this scene. His face flushed, and he sent more troops to attack the enemy formation again, and personally led the elite warriors in the army to chase and kill the fleeing soldiers like driving prey.

He asked his guards to speed up, execute the dying wounded first, and look for the enemies who had left the team.

Seeing this, other Qarth soldiers followed suit, desperately crossing the defense facilities and rushing down to attack the retreating enemy. Even if the formation was in chaos and their companions fell and fell, they could not stop their speed.

However, the mountains where their main position was located had a mountain road to the south and west slopes. A large number of Qarth main forces rushed out of the defense from the south slope, and they no longer had enough elite troops to defend the other passage.

At this time, a strong wind blew, the dark clouds turned to the south, and the sun showed its face. Under this clear sky, when the Qarth people thought victory was in sight, the defenders on the west side saw a new terrifying scene, and the victory that was almost in hand was instantly shattered.

Countless Dothraki troops appeared at the bottom of the slope, and they shouted and killed with terrifying shouts, and went around the top of the mountain from the other side.

This group of Dothrakis were all wearing armor and holding sharp steel scimitars. Their eyes flashed with anger and blood. Under the leadership of their respective leaders, they bravely launched a fierce attack on the west slope position.

The physical strength of the Qarth archers had not yet recovered. The slave soldiers who stayed on the top of the mountain could only throw a large number of stones to suppress the enemy, but the Dothrakis still rushed up the hillside and rushed to the battlefield.

"Charge! Kill!" The roar of the Dothraki warriors reverberated back and forth on the mountains like a horn of victory.

They waved their scimitars violently, and it seemed that no one could stop them. The line of the Qarth slave warriors was like a small embankment facing the impact of a flood. It was instantly dispersed. They were either hacked to death or fled in all directions. The slope was full of black corpses.

Hearing the shouts and screams from the other side, Masos panicked a little. His surprise at the current situation overwhelmed his confusion, and then the pride unique to the royal family in his body was awakened. He clenched his fists. As a commander and a member of the royal family, he would never let such a beautiful fruit that was so close to him go!

He calmly gave the order to stop the pursuit. The golden light of the sunrise shone on his tall stature and pale skin. His eyes were cold and ready to give the Dothraki another fatal blow.

So, all the elite warriors under Mathos abandoned the original enemy and rushed to support the west slope position.

But Mosso, who planned all these plans, would not give them this opportunity. He bent down to pick up the galloping horse flag in the flag bearer's hand, carried it on his shoulder, and came to the front of the army. His angry voice echoed on the battlefield:

"Rise up! Rise up! Dothraki warriors! When the sun rises, we will fight bloody battles!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he snatched a horn from the trumpeter's hand, blew it vigorously, and then issued an order for the whole army to charge:

"Dothraki men, charge, charge! Charge to the top of the mountain! Towards victory!"

He bravely took the lead and ran at the front of the team. Under the guidance of the galloping horse flag, his soldiers suppressed their panic again and gathered here. They shouted in unison:

"Charge to the top of the mountain, to victory!"

They crossed the land of death and rushed to the battlefield again, launching a surprise attack on the Qarth people, turning the previous one-sided expulsion into a bloody battle.

The sound of blades colliding suddenly rang out, deafening, mixed with people's shouts and piercing horns.

On the battlefield on the west slope of the mountain, Dothraki warriors were fighting fiercely with the remnants of the Qarth troops who were entrenched there.

Some people had already circled behind the Qarth line, while others were marching south to intercept the troops returning from Mathos and join the garrison.

They still had a very difficult battle in front of them, because the well-equipped elite Qarth warriors were very brave and good at fighting, especially when they were desperate, they would definitely be very tough and difficult to deal with.

Moreover, they hated the Dothraki very much and would never surrender.