Chapter 270 Fierce Battle!

"Stabilize the formation!"

"Don't panic!"

Facing the menacing Dothraki, the soldiers at the forefront were the elites of the legion, but at this time even they felt nervous, their breathing became rapid, and they clenched their weapons.

In the crowd of countless soldiers, the regiment commander, who was like a star holding the moon, still commanded calmly.

"Calm down!"

"The seven gods will bless us."

"Warriors give us courage and strength."

His words made many panic-stricken soldiers a lot more stable. Although belief is invisible, it also has great power in war, and it can make soldiers who are facing desperation break out their last courage.

"Archer ready!"

Then Bessie raised her hand, her steel gloved palm reflecting the metal in the morning sun.

"Zhang Gong!"

"Zhang Gong!"

The captain of the legion, the general, rode a war horse and ran in the rear, shouting loudly.

Targaryen's legion consisted of two hundred people in one team, and five teams in one thousand generals. There were more grass-roots commanders below. The command system was perfect, and the command of the commander was conveyed very quickly.

In the front is a strong formation of long contradictory cards, and in the rear is a dense array of archers.

They had no retreat with their backs against the city wall, but there was no danger either, so there was no need to worry that the Dothraki would bypass and attack the rear.

The Targaryen army thus still had a favorable terrain, and the castle's position was slightly higher on the battlefield.

creak-

When all the archers heard the order, they all drew their bows and arrows, pulled the bowstrings and made a sour sound, and aimed diagonally at the sky ahead.

Then another few seconds passed.

rumbling—

The vanguard of the galloping Dothraki people had entered the range of the Targaryen army's bow and arrows, and then an order was given.

"put!"

"Fire arrows!"

"Fire arrows!"

bang bang bang-

The bowstring made a sound, and a black arrow rain flew straight to the sky, and then fell from the highest position.

It was like a rainstorm fell, but the raindrops were all sharp metal arrows, smashing the Dothraki's face.

Puff puff--

The sound of dense metal piercing flesh and blood, and soon the arrows rained down, setting off a blood flower among the Dothraki.

Countless Dothraki riding on their horses and shaking their machetes fell from their horses with arrows.

"ohhhh!!!"

However, it is disappointing that the Dothraki did not change their faces in the face of such casualties.

On the contrary, because of the stimulation of blood, their fierceness was stimulated, and they rushed over even more fiercely and not afraid of death.

"Stay in formation!"

"Boys!"

"Stay in formation!"

Mir held the reins tightly in his hands and commanded loudly.

The bow and arrow did not stop the Dothraki from advancing, and the next test for his soldiers came.

As a general in the legion, he has more than a thousand soldiers under his command, but he was not a general because his friend was the commander of the legion. Mir also participated in the battle on the land under his feet.

He was still a captain at that time, and he led the brothers in charge of arranging fortifications and made great contributions. In addition to the several subsequent wars, he made several contributions in the scheduling of logistics and supply and commanding the battle, and finally became a military leader. general.

"ohhh!!!"

However, the pace of the Dothraki's charge did not stop. After two volleys, they reached the front of the Targaryen army in the blink of an eye.

All the soldiers subconsciously clenched the spears in their hands, and the soldiers hiding behind the shields also tightened their muscles, trying to resist the coming impact.

boom--

next second.

The Dothraki warhorses collided directly with the Targaryen army's spear formation, and the indestructible spear formation swayed and took great pressure.

On the Dothraki side, people turned their backs on their horses, the horses neighed in pain, and the soldiers who were knocked down also screamed.

"kill!"

Countless soldiers with spears hid behind their shields, clenched their weapons and stabbed them out, almost without looking at them, just plugged in and pulled out, and then plugged in and pulled out.

Blood splashed in through the gaps in the shield, and everyone's eyes were red.

"kill!"

"Kill all these bastards!"

However, not all the places in the army have withstood the impact of this first wave.

The heavy body of the warhorse charged directly into the spear array with a powerful impact, and some weak places were instantly washed away.

With the flaws, the power of the spear formation dropped by more than one grade, and in an instant, countless Dothraki people rushed in frantically towards several flawed places.

puff-

The shield formation was broken open, the soldiers staggered, and the Dothraki machetes mercilessly harvested their lives.

"not good!"

As a general, Mir gritted his teeth slightly when he saw this scene, and then pulled out his long sword from his waist.

"Hold me up!"

"Stay in formation!"

Then Pai Ma rushed up, wanting to go into battle and stabilize the formation in person.

But not far away.

Sitting on a pure white warhorse without a single stray hair, the commander of the legion, Bessie Joyce, was on the reins, and his eyes under the mask were calmly watching the chaotic battlefield in front of him.

Vulnerabilities are not just one place.

The Dothraki were not afraid of death, and used their lives to dash through the army, and the Targaryen indestructible front had begun to show some signs of collapse.

But it's not his fault, there are not many troops that can withstand the Dothraki attack in the wild.

Although the army he leads has a firm belief, it is not an army that does not hesitate to commit suicide like the Unsullied.

If he is given a few more years, he may also bring out such an army of firm beliefs.

But for now, those are useless.

Bessie looked up at the sky. The morning sky was cloudless except for a few birds flying overhead.

"The time has not yet come."

Then he withdrew his gaze and continued to look at the battlefield not far away, while the guard beside him was slightly nervous.

"Commander-in-Chief!"

"It's too dangerous here, you retreat to the castle!"

Although the situation on the front line is currently showing anxiety, there is no immediate defeat, which shows that the soldiers of the legion are already elite enough.

However, the legion was unable to succeed, and the Dothraki people were still pouring in, after all, the opponent's number was more dominant.

However, Bessie ignored the words of the guard next to her, but pondered for a while and played a card.

"Let the cavalry come on and flank the battlefield."

Now that the Dothraki are pouring in to attack the array frontally, because of the trenches on both sides and the city walls, there is no way for them to go around to attack the sides of the array, or to do a backlash.

If so, I am afraid that these Targaryen armies will collapse faster, and can only form a circle to deal with it.

This is the inherent advantage of cavalry over infantry.

And now the Targaryen army with its back against the city wall almost replicates the conditions of the battle of the Three Thousand Warriors of Kohor.

The only difference, though, is that the Targaryen army is not the unbreakable Unsullied.