Chapter 259

Two days later in the afternoon.

The gates of Pentos were already crowded, mostly refugees driven by the Dothraki.

Their homes were destroyed, their wealth was plundered, and they were forced to flee their homes. Driven by the Dothraki, they fled in the direction of Pantos like pigs.

Many of the slow runners died under the bows and machetes of the Dothraki, then laughed and spoke in obscure Dothraki.

"Qora mae!"

He then pulled a woman out of the refugees in front of the horse, pulled it directly onto the horse's back, and then slapped the horse's butt and flew away.

"Hey…"

"you…"

The woman's husband seemed to be an honest peasant and seemed to want to take back his wife.

However, before he could rush over, two other Dothraki cut his throat with a machete.

puff--

Blood spurted out.

The husband covered his throat and watched as his wife was taken away and then fell into a pool of blood.

Small episodes like this are still happening on this land.

The roaring warriors seemed to be in a game of killing, and several of the Dothraki weren't too fast.

Leisurely pacing in the rear on horseback can drive hundreds of unarmed refugees to flee in the direction of Pantos.

Occasionally, he urged him to chop down a few slow 'sheep men', or he used bows and arrows to use people who were dragging their families and supporting each other as living targets, but these people didn't even have the courage to fight back.

Now that the Dothraki army has arrived, a large number of townspeople who exist near Pantos have been driven here.

This is one of the Dothraki tactics, as Pentos will lose morale if he refuses to accept these refugees, while accepting them will cost his reserves.

However, the Dothraki army is not far from here, and the desolate and melodious horn can be heard from a distance.

But Viserys resisted the pressure and opened the gates wide to let the poor refugees escape into the city of Pentos.

The Dothraki, who had driven the refugees, restrained their horses not far from the city gate.

Seeing the black refugees crowded at the gate of the city, they laughed and provoked the Targaryen soldiers at the top of the city.

They jumped off their horses to urinate at the city gate, and let them watch as they pulled their bows and shot and killed the refugees fleeing towards the city gate.

The Targaryen soldiers at the head of the city of Pantos, including the mercenaries who used to wind blowing regiment, clenched their fists when they saw this scene.

"Fuck! These bastards!"

"I'm going to kill them!"

Will from the woods clenched his sword tightly, and when he saw the scene in front of him, he felt that his blood was rushing to the top of his head.

But at this time.

rumbling—

The side door next to the gate of the main city of Pantos opened wide, and a team of heavily armed Targaryen knights rushed out.

The Dothraki who drove the refugees were completely unprepared, and suddenly encountered the Targaryen cavalry head-on.

Maybe they didn't think that these tin cans hiding in the stone house would dare to rush out directly at this time.

You must know that the Dothraki army is behind them, and it is not far from Pantos now.

"Shori tawakof!"

The Dothraki expelling the refugees exclaimed, which is the Dothraki word for 'people in iron clothes'.

However, although they were a little caught off guard, they were not afraid.

Instead of escaping, he pulled out the Arak machete around his waist and greeted him with a loud howl.

rumbling—

In an instant.

The cavalry on both sides collided violently and made a loud noise in an instant. The metal and iron collided, the flesh and blood were squeezed together, and there was a shrill scream.

"Kill all these bastards!"

Jon Clinton was wearing bright armor, a helmet on his head, and a long sword in his hand, leading the Targaryen knights to charge into the enemy line first, killing several Dothraki in a row.

clang clang-

The sound of the violent collision of gold and iron was mixed, and the flesh and blood flew.

Although the Dothraki are proficient in horsemanship, they still suffer a great loss in the head-on collision of cavalry. After all, the first priority of cavalry combat is speed.

The Targaryen knights came aggressively, while the roaring warriors of the Dothraki held their horses and did not move. When they saw someone rushing out, they drew their swords to meet them.

However, in terms of speed and impact, it instantly fell behind.

In addition, the Dothraki do not have an advantage in weapons and equipment. Their scimitars are difficult to split the plate armor worn by the Targaryen soldiers, and they even cut just a white mark.

Then he was chopped to the ground by a Targaryen soldier with a sword in one hand and a shield in the other.

Herod—

The warhorse neighed.

"Nakhi!"

"Os!"

The two sides just fought.

The voices of 'stop' and 'retreat' instantly came from the Dothraki formation.

Although the Dothraki are reckless, they are not fools, and this tin can is indeed difficult to deal with.

But not everyone in the Targaryen army is qualified to wear such tin cans.

This time, the Dothraki were still forbidden, accompanied by the cry of retreat, and then retreated towards the main force of the distant army like a tide.

And Jon Clinton, who was covered in blood not long after the battle, gasped slightly, wiped the blood on his face, and watched the group of Dothraki flee into the distance without chasing.

But a wave.

"withdraw!"

"Go, go back to the city!"

tao tao…

Then the group of Targaryen knights who covered the refugees into the city turned their horses and retreated towards the city of Pantos.

And at this time.

distance.

woo-

The desolate horn sounded suddenly, resounding like waves.

rumbling—

Immediately afterwards, the endless Dothraki people appeared in the eyes of the soldiers at the head of the city of Pantos.

at the same time.

beep--

The horn at the head of the city of Pantos also sounded, and at the same time the bell sounded, warning the whole city.

"Close the gates!"

The commander of the city head conveyed the order.

"Close the gates!"

The soldier in charge of managing the city gate began to pull the rope, the winch made a loud creaking sound, and the city gate was slowly closing.

And the refugees who haven't had time to enter the city rushed over like a madman at the city gate.

Jon Clinton and the knights he led to cover the refugees were even stopped at the end.

He could only watch helplessly as the Dothraki swept in like waves in the distance gradually approaching.

"Hoohoho!"

The earth trembled under the horse's hooves, and the howling sounded from the sky.

Jon felt like he even smelled that sickening smell on the Dothraki.

"damn it!"

Then the gray-red long-haired man gritted his teeth slightly, and once again pulled out the blood-stained sword.

"brothers!"

"Turn the horse's head!"

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

Jon Clinton said loudly.

wow-

All the Targaryen knights who came out of the city turned their horses, posing as knights who looked at death.

However, before Jon finally said the words to protect the people to retreat, he suddenly felt that the sky above his head suddenly became gloomy.

huh~

The fierce wind howled, the dust was flying, and Jon was a little embarrassed.

"This is…"

next second.

A huge black shadow spread its wings and swept over the knights' heads, swooping directly towards the Dothraki army in the distance.

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