Chapter 257 Pre-War Meeting

"According to the information of the legionnaire, some of the Dothraki's vanguard has now arrived under the Heroic Soul Fort."

Jon Clinton was dressed in military uniform, and the bright armor reflected the light of the candlelight.

The house is brightly lit.

Viserys was also dressed in neat uniform, and there were two rows of the main commanders of the Pantos garrison, including the prince in rags, sitting on both sides.

A huge map covers the long command table for everyone to see.

The map covers the golden field from the south to the line of Andalos and Norfos in the north, including Pantos.

The Great Flat Principle from Pantos to Mill is the focus of this map, and many marks are marked here.

At the same time, as a sand table deduction, there are also wooden dragon carvings representing the Targaryen army and five pony wooden carvings symbolizing the king of horses.

"As for... the main force of the Dothraki is here."

Then Jon Clinton held a baton in his hand and pointed to the big mountain in the middle of the Great Plains.

This is the only mountain in the entire vast plain.

The Dothraki split up.

Perhaps because the five khals did not have a unified command, or because they had sufficient confidence in their own strength, the 80,000 Dothraki were almost twice as powerful as the Targaryen family.

If you count the villages and towns that were breached along the way, and the slaves who were plundered and captured to serve as cannon fodder, the Dothraki army numbered more than a hundred thousand.

Among them, there are two Kao, Dzeko Kao and Morocco Kao, leading their respective Ka LS to converge together.

Thirty thousand Dothraki warriors drove the slaves away from the main force on the Great Plains and went straight to the intersection of the Sancha River.

The First Legion of House Targaryen was stationed there, numbering ten thousand.

In addition, the main force of the Dothraki was led by the aged Mosokao, as well as Giakokao and Bonokao, who had some grudges before but now joined forces.

The main force of 50,000 Dothraki warriors drove the slaves and headed straight for Pantos.

"Lord Clinton, there is one thing I don't understand."

"Don't these Dothraki know that fists are clenched for maximum power?"

In the conference hall of the Nine Towers Palace.

Danzo Dehan, the former captain of the Wind Blowing Corps, the War Poet, asked in a puzzled way.

In the past, although he commanded the mercenary group to fight, he was quite able, and he acted prudently and repeatedly made extraordinary achievements.

However, now let him participate in commanding an epic battle with more than 100,000 people on both sides, and the depth of the battlefield has reached hundreds of kilometers.

His ability is still a little stretched, and even his mind is a little bit hard to turn around.

And this phenomenon is not only manifested in Denzo DeHaan.

Except for Viserys and Jon Clinton, who were still very calm, everyone was staring, and even the ragged Prince was a little confused.

Viserys learned the written knowledge of warfare from Maester Daniel.

Later, he followed the commander-in-chief of the Dragonstone Fleet, Sir Jeffrey, to observe and learn the application of actual combat, and later personally commanded the battle of more than 10,000 people.

Viserys can be regarded as a talent with a background and a brilliant record in actual combat applications.

And Jon Clinton's situation is much the same as Viserys, he is also well educated and has the experience of commanding thousands of wars.

Therefore, the two of them remained calm in the face of as many as 80,000 Dothraki and tens of thousands of displaced refugees, adding up to a total of hundreds of thousands of enemies.

But the ragged prince, who has commanded more than 2,000 people in the wind blowing regiment in his life, and the mercenary commander under him are too far behind, whether it is guts or brains.

Denzel Dehan didn't understand why the Dothraki split up.

The other commanders of the Pantos garrison present also nodded in unison.

They also have such doubts in their hearts. In the face of an enemy twice as large as themselves, on the surface, they are not embarrassed, but they keep retreating inwardly.

"Because they want to cut the link between the First Army and Pentos."

At this moment, sitting in the main seat and watching the sand table deduction on the map, Viserys, who had not spoken for a long time, said abruptly.

One of his hands squeezed his eyebrows slightly.

Many people say the Dothraki are stupid, but are the Dothraki really stupid?

He doesn't believe it.

Drogo died in his hands a long time ago, but it was only because he underestimated the enemy that he set a fire and burned him to death.

However, the bravery and fearlessness of the Dothraki still left a deep impression on Viserys.

This group of Dothraki roaring warriors is simply a natural cavalry. For the mastery of horses, there are almost no races that can match the cavalry's strategy and tactics.

It's just that the only disadvantage of the Dothraki is also their advantage, which is that they are so reliant on horseback that they are willing to give up armor and give up infantry.

If the Dothraki are willing to wear helmets and armor, and combine foot and cavalry to build siege weapons, coupled with their advocacy of bravery and fearless death, the entire Essos continent will surrender under their feet.

At that time, Viserys even had some eye for these Dothraki cavalry.

However, after defeating Drogo and capturing some Dothraki, they were unwilling to submit to Viserys, preferring to be sold into slavery.

Perhaps they still think Viserys relied on vile blood magic to defeat Khal Drogo, the world's greatest mounted warrior.

Viserys had some regrets then.

"Cut off contact?"

Hearing the king's words, all the Pantos garrison commanders in the conference hall couldn't help but whisper.

Jon, still standing in front of the map, turned his head to look at Viserys, looked at each other and nodded.

"Your Majesty...you're right."

"The Dothraki want to sever the connection between Pentos and the First Legion."

The Dothraki, as a people on horseback, are actually not very good at sieging cities.

However, why did the Dothraki have no disadvantage in the siege battle, becoming a destroyer of civilization, destroying cities after cities.

The reason is that the Dothraki have long been rooted in the tactics of their souls, making full use of the advantages of horseback flexibility and field combat against infantry.

They can destroy villages around cities, take their food, and drive these displaced people towards the cities they surround.

For a city surrounded by the Dothraki, accepting these refugees means the consumption of food, and slaughtering them will also deplete the defense materials and reduce morale.

Many cities besieged by the Dothraki face such a difficult choice.

It's like the prey that has been bitten by the throat of the wolf, and finally exhausted all the strength in the struggle.