Chapter 43 Kosoro

Corsoro was riding on horseback, holding the scimitar hilt tightly in his hand. As the Kaa army crossed the Valanna River, time slowly passed. His situation became more and more dangerous, and his heart became more and more... Nervous and sensitive.

His mind went blank, and he could barely see the scene around him. There was no breeze in the gloomy sky, but the air around him was screaming sharply, and the grass was whispering softly.

The pulsating sound of the heartbeat was like a faint drumbeat echoing in the mountains and river valleys. Sometimes it would suddenly disappear, and then continue the next moment, sometimes far away, sometimes close. He didn't know if the Dothraki cavalry beside him heard the sound.

Since going south from the Saihoru River, Kosolo has been traveling day and night for four consecutive days. He has been very tired, but he has never been able to sleep. The enemy that never dissipates and comes like a tide makes him worried.

He began to doubt his abilities. Why could he become an honorable, loyal, and brave bloodrider by requesting an order from Kaa at various opportunities? In that case, he only had to follow Kaa firmly. That’s it.

At the same time, he kept thinking, would Kaa be disappointed if he received his request to become a bloodrider? Maybe not, people should be aware of their own talents.

After all, when Khal Zeke was still in charge of the tribe, everyone thought he was thin and insignificant. They would pretend not to see him in order to ridicule and humiliate his short stature. When he spoke, they also deliberately ignored him. Any Dothraki No warrior would choose to talk to him.

The troops rested in the sand near the east side of the city-state of Volantis, which was an open and unprotected flat land. Nearby was the wide Valyrian road leading to Meereen in Slaver's Bay.

Corsoro knew that the enemy was still about a day's ride from the Black Wall of Volantis. Some of the scouts sent to the front line to investigate the situation never came back, while others hurried back.

Reports indicate that the lands near the banks of the Valanna River are roaming with large numbers of enemy probing cavalry, and that a large Dothraki army is marching along the river bank toward Volantis.

He really wanted to find someone to express his emotions to, and he thought of Steward Ofer and Bachelor Bas Potter, but this only made him more lonely.

The war was changing so quickly. According to the original plan, the troops hiding in the Samer swamp led by the two opponents were the only ones waiting for reinforcements.

Corsolo once longed to be a tall mounted warrior like Kaa, so that when he was just born, his mother would not treat him as a deformed baby that could not grow up healthily and throw it to wild dogs.

He can save the "mothers" when the old women who secretly picked him up and raised him were severely punished and lost their lives.

In a daze, Corsoro could smell the breath of the horses, hear the sound of them pacing on the sandy ground, and the sudden loud snort, so he knew that all around him were Dothraki tribes.

At last he suddenly sat upright and listened to the rapid tolling of Volantis's bells again, as the enemy army came closer and closer.

He also heard someone shouting loudly, and then a tall figure blocking the light from his sight appeared in front of him.

"Kou, this damn enemy won't stop for a moment, and we can't detect anything despite being outnumbered."

The person who came was a tall Dothraki scouting cavalry. Corsoro clearly remembered that this man had deliberately stepped on him and cursed him like a "hesilach".

This is the scornful name the Dothraki give to the Zalarim, which means "sheep people". The Zalarim live in Raza, southeast of Vaes Dothraki. They only make a living by herding and have the highest belief. The Shepherd believes that all humans are the same flock of lambs under the care of the Supreme Shepherd, so they are gentle in nature, but in the eyes of the Dothraki, they are weak in character. Their appearance is also very similar to the Dothraki, but they are shorter in stature.

Corsolo didn't like the man's former unruly nature, but he now belonged to his Khas tribe and was extremely respectful and loyal to him.

And he had heavier things to worry about than this. Waiting was really unbearable. He really wanted to know the enemy's traces and see their true situation.

Corsoro ignored the scouting cavalry for the time being, but turned around and gave instructions to the men around him. His voice was low and hoarse, but he did not hesitate.

"Everyone is ordered to prepare for departure immediately. We may have to march urgently."

His expressionless face revealed nothing. Then, he led the scouting cavalry alone to an open space and asked:

"How much information about the enemy did you bring back?"

The exploring cavalry did not waste time, but he seemed to think of some terrible scenes, and he could feel some fear from his voice:

"The enemy was moving faster than expected. We only saw people on horseback. There were many people, at least four times as many as us. Judging from the direction of the scout's exploration, they did not advance towards the Valyrian Road, but on the Valyrian Road. Walking along the Varanna River, they did not relax their vigilance and scattered many riders on the road. It was impossible for us to harass and attack them in a surprise attack. "

Corsolo didn't give any response. He suppressed the worries in his heart and looked to the northeast thoughtfully. Then he turned back on his horse and prepared to issue the order to set off.

This is the beginning of the war. In his view, if he wants to complete Kaa's mission, he must take the initiative to disrupt the enemy's plan and must not fall into the opponent's disadvantage.

But before he had time to issue any orders, the rushing bells came from the city of Volantis in the west. The enemy was getting closer. The air was filled with the breath of anxiety and death. The horses were very restless. Corsoro His shoulders seemed to be weighed down by the heavy responsibility, boundless fear took the opportunity to attack, and his heart beat slowly.

Suddenly, he seemed to vaguely see black clouds rolling in the distant sky. At that moment, the dazzling sunlight shone from the west and fell into the horses.

At the same moment, the wind picked up.

Kosoro's long braid is flying in the wind, and the blood is flowing in the body that grew up drinking mare's milk. It doesn't matter what misfortune he is. He is now Kor. He has climbed up from the mud. He admits that he is shorter than any Dothraki. , but if someone laughs at him because of this, he will chop off the other person's head to even out the gap between the two.

Defaulting to one's own incompetence will undoubtedly create opportunities for failure. He must think about his own strengths and think clearly instead of fearing, and everything else will follow.

Corsoro turned around to face the Dothraki cavalry gathered around him. He shouted in a majestic voice, and even the outermost cavalry could hear what he said:

"Dothraki warriors, can you smell the news brought by the flow in the wind? I have determined that there is the breath of victory in the air. The loyal and brave Dothraki people, the descendants of the horse gods, The critical moment has arrived. Although we are fighting the enemy on the south bank of the Varanna River, the glory of Kaa still protects us. The honor that everyone has won will always belong to you. We once made an oath facing the Virgin Mountain, The stars in the sky bear witness, now is the time for us to fulfill our oath, and we must let our enemies know who is the bravest mounted warrior in the Dothraki Sea."

Ten thousand Dothraki roaring warriors roared and raised their scimitars, and in an instant the astonishing shouts were like thunder.

The horns sounded in response at the same time, intertwining into a magnificent wave, like a giant eagle galloping in the sky sweeping across the fields of Volantis.

"Dothraki warriors, we will fight with blood,"

Corsoro clamped his horse and shouted, taking the lead and galloping on the yellow sand, followed by nearly ten thousand Dothraki cavalry.