Chapter 108 Mentality of Both Parties

When Mungo heard the loud shout, he laughed heartily, and joy was like sunshine on his face.

Elihu Phoenix was originally a slave of Volantis' elephant cart, and now served as the commander of the Freemen's Legion.

He was selected from thousands of warriors, a real strong man, almost as big as Bevos who stayed in Qohor, and as strong as a wild boar.

In the tribal meeting of the Sarn River, he knocked down more than a dozen centurions in a fight, and became famous since then. He was also the most brilliant slinger, and people called him "trebuchet".

The Freemen's Legion had 6,000 people. In fact, since the Battle of the Silver Sea, when they blocked 10,000 cavalry with 3,000 infantry and took the initiative to charge, Mungo no longer liked to call them "Freemen's Legion", but it was a spiritual symbol and fighting meaning, and it still retained the external claim.

He preferred to call them by another name - "Batu Camp". "The brave and invincible warriors who do not retreat when hit by arrows can be called Batu, also known as Batu." From then on, they vowed to protect Kao with their last drop of blood so that he would not be harmed in any war.

The armor that Qohor presented as tribute did not fit Elihu Phoenix. He wore a set of armor that was pieced together from all over the place. His warriors also followed suit and wore homemade leather armor to fight the enemy.

Just as Mungo wanted to assign a task to Elihu, the enemy's left wing suddenly broke the formation and became agitated.

But they did not look like they were going to launch an attack. They stopped soon, and soon after, they started moving again, repeating this cycle, and each time they would move one step further west.

Even though the two sides were far apart, under the light of the fire, every horse and flag appeared very clear in Mungo's sharp eyes like an eagle.

This behavior made his eyes light up. The western branch of the Holy Mother Mountain is not too far from the Silver Sea. He had personally scouted the terrain here: the river made a big bend at the foot of the mountain.

The enemy's left wing clearly wanted to move behind the river bend, occupying the strategic position and defending it strictly.

Then, a team of cavalry ran out from the black-bottomed gray horse flag of the Ogo tribe and ran towards the river bend, trying to block the movement of the left-wing army. There is no doubt that this transfer was not allowed by the commander.

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This is indeed the case. On the hill, Fogo, the son of Ogo, was looking down at the army below from the high ground. He could only vaguely see more than 20 galloping horse flags of the Mongo tribe.

The reason why he did not dare to launch an attack, in addition to not wanting to give up the favorable terrain, was that he was hesitant whether this was all of Mongo's army.

That's right, he didn't believe in Sotkao's wisdom at all. From the beginning of the war, he only believed in his own strength and was confident that he would win.

Mongol sent out groups of scouts to climb up the hillside to investigate, but Fogo did not send out scout cavalry or troops to test.

He believed that there would be a big battle anyway, and all other things were unnecessary. The enemy would just flee in disgrace. He was confident that no Dothraki commander had ever assembled such a powerful force on the battlefield.

In short, he was too confident and underestimated the enemy. Without the power to be restrained by his father and Khal Sot, he no longer listened to the opinions of Khal Ogo's blood guards, and sent out all those who dared to speak out to lead the army.

He turned a blind eye to his mistake of exposing the army too early, but was furious at the unauthorized mobilization of the left wing. He roared at the cavalry beside him, saying:

"These people are not worthy of being called my allies. Their courage is not as big as a rabbit. Send someone to warn them. I only need them to spend a little effort to deal with Monggo. They are all a bunch of trash. Slaves are better at using dung shovels than they are at using spears."

At this time, the messenger sent by Sotkao to be responsible for the contact explained with a smile on his face:

"Great Commander Fogo, those small tribes on the left wing have never seen such a scene. They only bully the weak and fear the strong to rob some caravans."

"But if you stay here and don't attack, it will only make everyone think that you are afraid of riding the world's horse, so they will retreat to protect themselves."

The first half of the messenger's words made Fogo very comfortable, even full of joy, but the second half made him a little angry, thinking that the other party was laughing at him.

So, the "great commander" waved his right hand and ordered the army to move forward.

He glanced at the messenger complacently, but he didn't see the cavalrymen behind him taking a deep breath and sitting firmly on the saddle. He also didn't notice that when he turned his head, the messenger just snorted contemptuously.

At the beginning, it was fine. The Holy City army was advancing down the hillside in a strict battle formation. Slowly, the entire formation became a sharp arrow shape, and the Ogo tribe was walking in the front.

While Fogo gave orders and urged them, he rode his horse with his guards and ran around, as if a disaster star was swept forward by the storm.

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At this time, the warriors of the Mongo tribe were observing the Holy City army pouring down the hillside. They silently gritted their teeth and looked at the endless ranks, the left and right wings like the wings of a giant dragon, and countless military flags fluttering in the wind.

Suddenly, the heart was suffocated by a terrible gravity. Everyone's eyes seemed to see the scene of piles of corpses and rivers of blood. Are the gods ready to make a victory in the sky?

Mongol was different. After seeing this scene, the last trace of haze in his heart also disappeared. He thought he was facing a brave and wise opponent, but now he was facing an arrogant and stupid opponent.

Therefore, he raised his flushed eyes, put his hand on Elihu Phoenix's shoulder, and said:

"I will transfer you and your warriors to the right wing to attack the enemy's left wing. The enemy is numerous and we are few. The Battu camp must fight to the death to win."

Battu, Battu, is a daredevil. Only merit and honor can allow them to survive in the Dothraki tribe.

In the past, everyone called them "ragtag army", but now not many people dare to call them so in person, and the Dothraki who have fought against them dare not even more.

Elihu did not hesitate. He put his right hand on his chest and smiled broadly at Mungo Khal. Then he turned his stern eyes to the centurions behind him and shouted:

"Go back to the legion!"

At this majestic command, everyone came like a whirlwind and left like a gust of wind. Then, he stretched out his hand and ordered his followers:

"Bring me a helmet!"