Chapter 49 Scout Nohat

Just as Kosoro was preparing to lead his army to raid the Hago camp, in the wilderness on the north bank of the Varanna River, a group of Nohat and his men were tracking the enemy's tracks all night.

At dawn, the sky became brighter and brighter, and the black gauze was removed. There was no place to hide their tracks in the flat plain.

They had no other way, regardless of their previous fatigue, they had to speed up and continue to move forward, raising their vigilance to observe the movements around them.

The morning breeze blew, the grass leaves swayed slightly, making a subtle sound, and suddenly a sound came from the front to awaken everyone's tired mind, the sound of horse hooves, and everyone drew their weapons at the same time.

Because there was no cover to hide their bodies, they could only stand in place and be on guard against the coming people. The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, and the speed was very fast, and there was also the crisp clanging of small bells.

"It sounds like our Dothraki cavalry."

Nohat pricked up his surprisingly large ears and listened carefully, and the other scout cavalry responded with a solemn face to agree with his statement.

The sound of bells became clearer and clearer. With the sound of bells and the sound of horses' hooves, a team of cavalry appeared in everyone's sight like a soaring eagle. In the dim light, the flying braids of the knights on horseback could be seen.

After Nohat and his men counted the number of the other side, they all showed joyful smiles on their faces. They looked at each other tacitly, spread out their formation and rushed forward slowly, shouting while running to attract the attention of the other side.

However, before they took action, the cavalry had already stopped their horses and stood guard in their direction.

The approach of Nohat and others made the cavalry feel hostile.

"Don't be nervous, everyone. We are the scout cavalry of Bonor Kokas."

The tough and abrupt Dothraki language made people relax their vigilance a little, and the other side could not hear any panic from the shouting.

Of course, Nohat didn't know that Bonor was the commander of the other side. He just wanted to use the identity of the strongest Kas tribe in the Drogo tribe and the familiar language to temporarily appease the cavalry and prevent the other side from launching an attack or fleeing immediately.

Soon, as the two sides approached, the cavalry shot warning arrows at the ground, signaling them to stop.

"Hello, everyone. We just want to pass from this direction." Nohat opened his arms without any defense, letting his horse slowly move forward, and said to the cavalry with a relaxed smile: "I was sent by Ponoko to find the enemy's traces. Now I have important information and must go back to report to him immediately."

"Have you found the enemy's traces?" The cavalry captain asked happily.

"I can't tell you." Nohat rode forward and looked at the cavalry captain with an ugly face, as if he was angry at the other party's unruly behavior:

"Bonoko received some worrying news. Our army seems to be stepping into the enemy's ambush area, so he sent all the trustworthy people to look around for abnormal situations. Let's not talk about these first. We don't have time to chat here. Since you are here, you must take us back quickly. We set out along the Valanna River a day ago. Now there are still a large number of enemy cavalry chasing us. If they find our traces, they will chase us like hounds smelling the scent of prey. Moreover, the danger we face is not only this. The enemy's situation is definitely beyond our expectations."

When Nohat was speaking, his face gradually showed a very tired look, and then he was like being submerged in the terrible "poison water", trembling all over. He approached the cavalry captain and grabbed his arm as if his body was unstable.

"Dothraki warrior, can you still go on?" The cavalry captain held Nohat and looked at his physical condition with worry: "You need to rest, the army is stationed a few miles to the east."

"I can still hold on."

Nohat smiled, he took out the bronze dagger from his waist and quickly pressed it against the neck of the cavalry captain. The other party felt the biting cold from his skin, and his expression became very solemn and uneasy, but the situation he found made the cavalry captain give up resistance, because the cavalry around him had been completely controlled.

The pale blue sky was washed away by the morning breeze, revealing a completely clear dawn, and the wilderness environment became clearer. In the eyes of the cavalry captain, the face of the "warrior" became more turbid and evil:

"You are actually enemies? Dothraki will not have a treacherous person like you."

Nohat did not answer. They tied the cavalry team to their respective horses. Then, everyone got on the horse and left quickly. The fatigue in their bodies seemed to be taken away by some mysterious power. Everyone felt much easier when they walked, and even the speed was much faster.

The golden color of the eastern sky broke through the clouds, radiating dazzling golden light in the air and falling on the earth. The endless wilderness was like a golden velvet carpet, winding and connecting with the distant horizon.

Nohat and others rode their horses and whipped them. Although they were exhausted and sore all over, they did not dare to relax at all. They were alert to any traces or figures of pursuers that might appear. They rushed all the way and headed straight to the northwest.

Before noon, they had marched seven miles in a forced march. By now, they were all exhausted and had only the desire to rest in their minds. The captives tied to the horseback enjoyed the torture even more, and it seemed that some of them had fainted.

The wilderness was still flat, but the grassland gradually became barren. After a distance, they came to a piece of land surrounded by broad-leaved trees. They could almost see the front, and on the reddish-brown mounds in the distance, there were endless tribal camps.

Before they had even walked half of the distance, they heard the sound of horses galloping in front of them, and a group of cavalry rushed from afar.

The fiery red warhorse ran in front of everyone like a meteor, and Mungo's braids that fell to his waist fluttered in the wind behind him, and the bells on the braids clashed wildly.

In Nohat's eyes, there seemed to be a mysterious white light behind Kao that was faintly radiating through the golden sunlight.

Mungo sat on a fiery red horse, looking down at the returning people like a statue of a rock giant, but in his majestic eyes, a gentle light flashed at this time:

"You have made new contributions again. In the name of the horse god and me, you will be rewarded by me."

Nohat and his group were exhausted and almost fell asleep immediately. Hearing Kao's praise, a new vitality immediately began to flow into their bodies.

They excitedly briefly recounted the intelligence they got on the road and the location of the enemy camp.

At this time, Nohat secretly glanced at Kao and found that he had closed his eyes, as if he was planning some details for the upcoming war.

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