Chapter 106 Holy City Commander

"Fogo, son of Ogo, are you willing to listen to me?"

Sotkao spoke up to stop the dispute. He slowly left the chair and walked weakly towards Fogo. The female warrior beside him walked quickly to his side and supported him.

Although he still looked heroic, people could feel a kind of steel-like perseverance.

But the two people who came to meet noticed that the man who came down from the throne had a very pale face, and his abdomen was wrapped in thick linen, with some clearly visible blood stains on it.

"You are also injured? Is this another despicable assassination by Monggo?" The older blood guard beside Fogo asked in surprise.

When his eyes stayed on Sotkao, he showed a deep worry, because as the other party slowly approached, the strong body exuded a familiar herbal smell.

This was the second time he smelled this kind of breath in a khal's tent, and the last one was his "blood of my blood" - Ogo khal, otherwise this meeting would not have been handed over to Fogo to complete.

Sot khal walked in front of the two people, used his arms to get rid of the support of the female warrior Shamiliana, slowly stood up, raised his head and stood still, his dark eyes sparkling, and said to Fogo seriously:

"I don't have time to tell you everything that happened here. After winning, I can tell you everything more completely, but I still have to remind you carefully, be careful, the enemy's spy network is more powerful than we imagined, you are about to face unprecedented great danger.

His words became more and more urgent, and even his voice became lower and lower, but the light in Fogo's eyes became more and more vigorous, and he responded with an extremely strong momentum:

"Evil has chosen to come at this moment, the elderly can only survive and grow old, and only the hands of the young can hold the scimitar. "

Hearing this, Khal Sot was silent for a moment, staring at the proud young man standing in front of him, and neither of them moved.

"Shut up, nag." The onlookers shouted and rebuked.

The older blood guard following behind Fogo was also stunned for a moment. When he was awakened by the scolding, he immediately scolded sternly:

"Shut up, Fogo."

Then he looked at Khal Sot again and said in a trembling voice:

"The Dothraki are never afraid of danger. He was just overwhelmed by excitement and made a mistake. We firmly believe that you and Khal Ogo will soon recover your vitality, hold the scimitar again, and take charge of the stability of the Dothraki Sea. "

Sotkao ignored these explanations, staring at the young man with a face full of indignation with a serious expression, and said in a cold and majestic voice:

"Wise men will not refuse the advice of others. Fogo, son of Ogokao, you are a stupid and ignorant stubborn donkey. Shut up and stop showing off your insignificant courage. I have experienced countless wars and the test of death. I don't want to waste time arguing with ignorant people.

"However, since Ogokao has handed over the tribe to you, and I am injured and unable to charge, you are the commander of the Holy City Army."

"Only to present victory to your throne, respected Sotkao!" The older blood guard hurriedly replied respectfully.

In fact, his heart was far from as calm as he appeared on the surface. His slightly wrinkled hands tightly grasped Fogo's arms, not daring to let him move at all.

Originally, Ogokao was the most powerful and legitimate military commander among all the kaori in the Holy City.

However, he was assassinated and seriously injured while searching for Mongol's spies in the complicated and chaotic city, which gave Sotkao the opportunity to lead the army.

How did the assassin break through the heavily guarded military camp and seriously injure the man in front of him? How did he willingly give this power to Fogo? Is he really a selfless person?

The older blood guard secretly looked at Sotkao's injuries from the corner of his eyes and asked:

"Our situation can be said to be extremely critical. I don't understand. You already know that Mosokao is Mongol's spy, and you let him pass on the battle plan and lead the army to carry out the task of luring the enemy?"

Sotkao suddenly smiled, and many of the haggardness caused by the injury disappeared in a smile, but he did not answer the question, and everything became quiet.

In the silence, everyone heard an old and somewhat hoarse voice saying:

"That's because you don't know Mungo yet, or you only know him in everyone's impression."

The older blood guards could understand that the Soth tribe was cautious about assassination and stopped them outside the camp and confiscated their weapons, but they could not forgive the old man with white hair who was speaking.

He couldn't help but ask in a mocking tone:

"What impression? Kindness? Stop playing with your tricky words. Shouldn't a wise man only explain the truth he knows? Maybe you can give us some advice!"

The white-haired old man seemed not to hear these sarcasms. He sat motionless in his seat and said expressionlessly:

"Some words cannot be said to fools. Foolish people will not be able to get any guidance from me."

"Mongol is indeed a kind person. His kindness is never directed at a specific person, but to all Dothraki. Otherwise, before we expel the spies from the Holy City, he only needs a fire to destroy everyone and easily win the victory."

"It is this kind of kindness that makes him shoulder an inexplicable sense of responsibility. He relies on his powerful force to personally carry out some risky tasks. At the same time, this is also his biggest weakness. He always uses resourcefulness, hoping to be able to do it with the least amount of effort. Loss is exchanged for the greatest gain, such as the hundreds of thousands of tribesmen who returned to the Holy City intact after the war."

"Mercy? It's greed, right? If the flames engulf the Holy City, what kind of wealth can he get?" the elder Blood Guard responded naa-na.

"Indeed, kings are all greedy." The white-haired old man obviously didn't like others commenting on Mengge like this. A hint of boredom flashed in his eyes, and he continued:

"There has never been a so-called luring the enemy deep. The intelligence transmitted by Mosokao is also one of our plans. This intelligence will make Meng Ge feel that he has a chance to win, lower his alertness, and blindly target the information in the intelligence. Corresponding strategy.”

Having said this, the old man's eyes had no other luster than a ruthless look. He raised his voice:

"There is only one real purpose, which is to reduce the number of troops that Meng Ge can lead personally, so that he can take the initiative to fight us."

"According to the information we gave him, he definitely needs to send troops to face the false enemy troops. There are only his spies from the Mosuo tribe. With his kindness, there will definitely be many soldiers stationed at the Silver Sea camp. So, if If Meng Ge comes to attack, based on Kao's and my estimation, he can still lead at most half of his troops, which is about 60,000 soldiers."

"As for us, except for the troops maintaining security in the Holy City, Kaa has taken away almost all the soldiers there. Without the Mosuo tribe, our strength is still undiminished. A total of 200,000 troops have been assembled and hidden here. If this is a decisive battle, , our strength advantage has changed from two times to three times.”

"Secondly, in view of his powerful body, which is comparable to a stone giant in legends, Kaa passed Samiliana, the end point of the stone road in the Skeleton Mountains, and conducted transactions with the trading town of the Orange Dynasty in the Far East, which was newly established by the descendants of the Golden Celestial Dynasty. The regime, some special weapons capable of killing the dragon, will appear in this war."

"Under the hill is the burial place of Mongo's bones."

Everyone also turned their attention to the south. Their thoughts crossed the stretching grassland to the end of the Silver Sea. Where is the horse riding the world now?