Chapter 48 The More We Fight, the More

"Koholo is coming! Our reinforcements are arriving!"

As a bloodrider of Khal Drogo, Hago was highly trusted. His shouts greatly boosted the confidence of the defenders, and they began to shout excitedly.

"Reinforcements are coming! Reinforcements are coming!"

Many people were looking at the northern wilderness with eager eyes. However, at this time, everyone could still only see the rough outlines of those galloping black figures.

Soon, the black clouds quickly approached across the flat wilderness. Judging from this number of reinforcements, they seemed to have a sure chance of victory.

The defenders' deafening cheers filled the slopes again. They waved their flexible scimitars and fought for the remaining war horses around them, preparing to charge side by side with the reinforcements. For a moment, their formation was completely disrupted and scattered. .

The enemy seemed to be panicking. They gave up their planned offensive and hurriedly changed their formation and retreated south, trying to escape from the trap of being flanked from both sides.

The few defenders who had grabbed their horses rushed down to attack desperately. Even if their companions fell to the ground and were trampled, they could not stop the speed of their charge.

Just when the defenders thought victory was in sight, frightening shouts came from the top of the slope.

"It's the enemy, not our reinforcements."

The astonishing cry attracted the attention of all the defenders. They forgot the specific strength of the enemy's army. The enemy who launched the attack was only a part of it.

At this time, the "reinforcements" rushing in front of them also blew the horn of charge. The war horses rumbled into the defenders' line at a rapid gallop. Mengo Kao's most loyal warrior, Corsolo, took the lead and rushed to the top of the slope. He was tall and tall. His brave companions followed.

Under the morning sun, on the blood-red battlefield, the naked bronze skin of these Dothraki people looked as dazzling as hot steel tempered from the embers of flames.

"Come on me! Come on me! Come on!"

Hago's voice was mercilessly drowned out. He was helpless and could only watch the tragedy happen in front of him angrily.

The defenders on the top of the slope were subjected to a fierce offensive and suffered blows from all directions, regardless of the enemy or ourselves. The fragile front was disintegrated like a sand dune facing the waves. The defenders who had just grabbed their horses and rushed down the slope had no time to care. , they were being counterattacked by the pursuing enemy, and the remaining defenders on both sides were completely suppressed.

The slopes were piled with the black corpses of the Dothraki. The defenders were forced to retreat quickly, and the horses were completely scattered. The horses were either hacked to death or fled in all directions. The victory that was almost achieved was instantly wiped out.

Hago would not give up, risking his own life to stay on the front line. If he had to die on the battlefield today, he would never die in the rout.

Relying on his unusually huge size, he wildly waved the sharp scimitar in his hand. No one could stop his power. He was filled with more rage than before. His roar shook the earth like a war drum. His eyes flashed with angry blood, and even Greedily swallowing the blood that spurted into his mouth, he killed the enemies rushing in front of him like harvesting straw. There were piles of dead bodies in front of him.

However, even though he was as brave as a giant, it was still not enough to make up for the failure of the battle. Soon, his luck seemed to have run out, and his numb body felt the slight pain of mosquito bites.

Afterwards, Hago fell alone on the warm ground. The sky above him was cloudless. The pale skylight just made people feel a little cold. He wanted to tremble all over, as if he had fallen into ice water. The coldness was everywhere around his ears. There was dead silence, no shouts, no sounds of fighting. He moved his fingers feebly, trying to clear his head, and finally lost his mind.

Seeing the general being shot dead, the defenders immediately lost all will to fight and were captured on the spot. The few remaining soldiers who wanted to resist were also shot to death on the spot. However, their enemies' morale was greatly shaken and they were not interested in heading south or northwest. The escapees in the direction of the Lanna River were in hot pursuit, and dead bodies piled up along the way.

The outcome of this battle was decided. Corsolo ordered to recall the soldiers who were chasing the defeated troops, rest on the spot, gather the prisoners, and kill all the seriously injured without mercy, regardless of friend or foe.

Similarly, they did not have time to bury the corpses and count the casualties. Based on the strength of both sides, they roughly estimated that five thousand Dothraki died in this battle. However, when they finished collecting the prisoners, they actually found that more than 5,000 Dothraki died in the battle. There were three thousand more troops before the battle.

"Where is Koholo? Is he still fighting with our two thousand cavalry?"

Corsolo's head, which had finally woken up during the battle, fell into fatigue again. He rubbed his eyes expressionlessly and asked the scouting cavalry who came to report in front of him.

He did not feel any joy about this victory, because the overall war had not yet been completely determined. At the same time, he did not feel the slightest sadness at the tragic killings and the lack of burial places for his compatriots. In his eyes, soldiers were just A number, as equal as the number of scimitars and arrows, is a weapon that determines victory or defeat.

But the scouting cavalry seemed very happy. He stood there relaxedly, smelling the smell of blood in the air. Then he looked down at Corsolo's head and replied with a smile:

"He ran away. He also gathered his troops at the beginning. After smelling the atmosphere of war, he immediately marched here. Soon after, he encountered a horse trap and an attack by two thousand of our cavalry. After driving all our cavalry away, After leaving, he ran away like a wild dog that caught the scent of a lion."

"A wise decision. If Cohollo dies with us here, the situation on the entire battlefield will be completely overturned. Neither he nor I are qualified to make such a decision. We can only retreat."

Everything sounded very smooth, and Cosoro couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief. He sat down casually on the open ground, and wanted to plan the next march plan immediately regardless of his fatigue, but his unclear mind could only pull him into memories.

Cosoro had never studied military science, and he was even illiterate. It was his logic to seriously follow any orders from Kao and fight. However, he now found a new war thinking, which was to think carefully about the problem in the enemy's place.

On the eve of this battle, he thought that Hago's appearance was extraordinary, which meant that the intelligence he had previously mastered was no longer reliable. Similarly, Cosoro did not think that the enemy would simply send people to block it, because Kao Drogo had a large number of warriors. With more troops, they could carry out some deeper plans.

Fortunately, his scout cavalry detected Cohollo's secretly assembled troops in the wilderness in the distance.

The pale light from the sky fell on the ground, making people drowsy. After a battle, everyone was exhausted physically and mentally.

Kosoro also lay down. He looked at the clear sky above his head and felt that he might need to sleep first.

The sound of the cavalry's hooves returning from patrol was like a lullaby. Soon, the snoring on the remaining battlefield resounded through the world like the roar of the Dothraki.

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