Chapter 174 Masos's Choice

Chapter 172 Mathos's Choice

On the barren mountains, the sun's rays swung across the earth like a giant fiery arm, and the most majestic song of mankind finally arrived.

The sound of the hunting horn sounded, and the troops on both sides collided with each other with thunderous momentum.

The war was ignited, and the red rolled, reflecting the blood-red sunrise and flames. Waves of fighting echoed each other, and the shadow of death enveloped the entire west slope position.

The Qarth warriors who were the first to return to defend this place rushed with guns, and their armor and gun tips reflected the blood-red light. The archers with tired arms also gritted their teeth and shot all the remaining arrows.

They saw the Dothraki fall, but the enemy still had an astonishing number, just like a black flood that passed through the defense facilities and killed them directly along the slope.

The situation became worse later. They found that they had no strength to defeat the Dothraki offensive, nor could they recapture the lost positions. Many enemies occupied the highlands on the west slope.

Moreover, on the other side of the mountains, the Dothraki warriors had gathered under the commander's banner. They raised their arms and shouted at the same time, rushed to the enemy's rear guard, and cut a bloody path with sharp scimitars.

The elite troops of Qarth, who were originally chasing the enemy, were confused and their morale was shaken after hearing the sudden order from Mathos Mararovin to return to defense.

Then, they faced the suffocating and violent counterattack that followed. Their behavior began to become hesitant and fell into a dilemma.

They looked at the enemy's eyes and could only see the deadly light, so they felt extremely scared. However, panic on the battlefield is fatal, and they all suffered the fate of being broken by scimitars in the end.

However, there was still a group of elite warriors who maintained their formation. Under the leadership of Qarth's commander, Mathos Mararovin, they directly attacked the Dothraki who were setting up their formation on the west slope.

Unlike Mathos, who was shaken by hatred and anger, the experienced Motho was more calm and rational.

Such an advantageous situation did not let him relax his vigilance. While commanding the warriors to prevent the Qarth troops from joining, he observed the entire mountain pass and was alert to the enemy's roll.

It seemed that several hours had passed since the Dothraki launched the attack. In fact, it was only a short period of more than 20 minutes. The troops deployed by the Qarth in other areas were a distance away from the main position, and there was no time to rush to reinforce from other hills.

Finally, his eyes fell on the place where the Skadden River turned at the Kaisar Pass. On the sparkling river, a black fleet was floating. Those huge ships had an astonishing number of oars.

According to intelligence, there was an army stationed on the warship. Seeing that they did not put down any boats and approached the river bank, he turned around with confidence and focused his attention on the battlefield in front of him.

He stood under the banner of the galloping horse, his body was covered in blood and heat, and no shadow could stain him. He looked carefully to the west, observing silently and seriously, as if he was watching a prophet in the past or the distant future.

Soon, Mosuo's sharp eyes found the family emblem of the royal family of Qarth in the morning light.

So, as if he had suddenly seen an omen, he raised his arms high, roared, and then gave orders in a powerful voice that overwhelmed everything:

"Let the Dothraki Zarawanhu's flag fly in the front, and all troops follow up to disperse any assembled enemies."

"No plan, no strategy, rush forward, rush forward, and kill all the standing Qartheen."

As soon as he finished speaking, he snatched the flag with a galloping horse flying on the scarlet land from the new flag bearer and rushed towards the emerald twin snake king flag of Qartheen.

At this time, he looked as majestic as an invincible god of war, and the blood of the horse-riding warriors was boiling in his body.

Whether it was the Dothraki warriors behind him or the warriors fighting on the west slope, they were strongly encouraged and followed closely, rushing towards the Qartheen without hesitation. Their deafening roars were blown by the wind and swept across the entire Kaiser Pass.

The slave warriors of Qarth were the first to be overwhelmed by this momentum, as if they were struck by a bolt of lightning. Most of them turned around and fled, disregarding everything.

The Dothraki army chopped down these people like cutting melons and vegetables, or pushed them to the bottom of the hillside. The few remaining slave warriors, after a period of weak resistance, also fled.

The sky became very bright at this time, and the sun jumped out of the horizon, emitting dazzling light, but this light could not bring any hope to the Qarth people.

The enemies in front of them seemed to be increasing. The corpses between the two armies piled up like a mountain, but the enemies swarmed in, crowding all the open spaces around them, and kept hitting their lines like a raging tide, and the attacks on them became more and more fierce, and the waving swords were even more overwhelming.

The elite warriors of Qarth are worth relying on. They are well-armored and well-trained. When they are cornered, they are unexpectedly tough. In the fierce attack of the Dothraki, they never surrender, constantly reorganize their formations and launch counterattacks.

However, the anger of the Dothraki warriors is even more intense. They have experienced hundreds of battles and are more brave and good at fighting even without horses. When their fighting skills and courage are combined, not many people can stop their charge.

As time passed slowly, the warriors of Qarth began to feel tired. Their arrows were almost exhausted, their lances were broken, every sword was chipped, and their shields were scarred.

In order to boost their morale, Mathos, the commander-in-chief of the royal family, charged at the enemy three times with his spear in hand. In the most intense battle, even his emerald double snake king's flag almost fell into the enemy's formation, and almost all his guards died in the battle before he could protect them. He ran out.

He stood in the center of the army, and the hot and boiling blood turned cold. He raised his head with a calm face and looked around. The entire hill was stained with blood and turned red.

The Dothraki's fighting prowess was beyond his imagination. The Qarthen formation melted as quickly as ice and snow under the scorching sun, and gradually collapsed completely under the impact of the horses.

Soon after, they were besieged in a corner on the mountain. The warriors wearing copper scale armor and black long-beaked helmets were either killed or forced to roll down the hillside with screams.

Mathos knew that this battle was bound to be lost. He handed over all matters of commanding the battle to other nobles and allowed them to flee or surrender to the enemy in front of them.

He himself pulled out the sword from his waist and stood on the top of the mountain shouting. His remaining guards followed him loyally and charged towards the enemy again.

He did not want to be like an ant in an anthill that was smashed, running away regardless of the east, west, north, or west, or running like a headless fly for his life. He was still a proud and brave warrior, a member of the glorious royal family, and he decided to fight to the end. .