Game of Thrones: Battle Royale Game

"Vathdos, Dothraka!"

"Dothraka!!! Wowowo!"

Once again, the familiar roar sounded again, the roar that slave soldier Ian tried his best to forget, but still echoed in his ears countless days and nights.

It was still so sharp, still mixed with the chaotic sound of horse hooves and howling wind, just like the roar of the devil in ancient legends.

The last time slave soldier Ian heard this voice, he lost his parents, wife and three lovely children, as well as his house, fields and hometown. Driven by the centaurs, he and other young adults were driven westward like livestock and sold to Slaver's Bay.

Feeling that fear was uncontrollably creeping into his heart again, slave soldier Ian quickly glanced at his comrades around him, at the neat array and safe flanks around him, which made him feel a little calmer.

I got the name of the Earl, I am now a noble second-class slave, the Earl is with me, he said silently in his heart.

Soon, he noticed that thousands of cavalrymen in the enemy formation in the distance had separated from the large army. They were divided into many small cones and began to advance. The sound of horse hooves beat the ground regularly, as if alternating with the heartbeat of the slave soldiers. ring.

Suddenly, they began to speed up. In just a few seconds, the originally neat cavalry formation became chaotic, and the sound of horse hooves suddenly became louder, like a god grabbing a giant hammer and hitting the ground.

"Vathdos, Dothraka!" As all the roaring warriors began to shout in unison, the oncoming cavalry increased their speed to the limit.

"Reject the horse!" At the same time, the slave soldier Ian heard the centurion's heart-rending roar.

Almost at the same time, the slave soldiers who had already gathered into a defensive formation reacted immediately. The soldiers in the first row squatted down, inserted the handle of the long spear into the soil, held the end of it with their right foot, and tilted the tip of the spear. pointing forward.

The soldiers in the second row remained standing, and at the same time inserted the handle of the gun into the soil under their feet at a slightly larger angle than the soldiers in the first row. After pressing the end with their right foot, they pointed the spear diagonally forward from the heads of the soldiers in the first row.

The tip of their spear is slightly lower, and the target of the attack is the enemy's horse, in order to use the ground to help absorb the powerful impact.

The soldiers in the third row clamped the gun barrel under their armpits, put their left hand forward, and stretched out the long gun from the gap in the front row, with the tip of the gun level with the chest.

The two rows at the back raised their super-long spears above their heads and from the heads of the front row, preparing to strike at the enemy cavalry rushing into the formation.

The sound of the wind was almost completely suppressed by the sound of horse hooves. The spears and arakh scimitars in the hands of the centaurs reflected the dazzling light in the sun, making the slave soldier Ian almost feel that his eyes were going blind.

"Morghulis!" Just when they saw the roaring centaur cavalry about to arrive in front of them, the slave soldier Ian and his comrades around him shouted death in Valyrian.

He used all his strength to tighten his grip on the spear in his hand, and then closed his eyes.

However, the expected death and violent impact did not appear.

Slave Ian opened his eyes again, only to realize that the charging cavalry actually fired an arrow at the last moment of less than ten meters and then turned sideways, crossing in front of their formation.

The slave soldier Ian quickly looked around and found that a few people in his own formation did fall due to the enemy's arrow rain, and many people were so frightened that they peed their pants. However, the opponent's tentative charge failed because of the enemy's arrows. The strikes of the crossbowmen on the river battleships left hundreds of corpses behind.

Seeing this situation, many slave soldiers began to cheer.

"Everyone must not take it lightly! Maintain the formation, it was just a test, this time they will make a real impact!" The centurions suddenly warned sternly.

Under the warnings of the officers, the cheers of the slave soldiers were quickly suppressed.

At the same time, the opponent's second charge began.

"Reject the horse!" the centurions shouted again after the enemy cavalry increased their speed.

The sound of horse hooves was still the same, the roar was still the same, and the sound of sharp arrows piercing the air kept whistling overhead. Slave Ian clenched the spear in his hand and put all his strength on the spear.

"Morghulis!" When the two sides were about to collide, Astapor's Iron Legion slaves once again let out a uniform war cry, piercing the sky.

Even because of their large numbers, they even suppressed the sounds of the Dothraki cavalry.

This time, the Dothraki roaring warriors relied on their most superb riding skills to get closer to the spear formation before they began to turn. When they turned sideways, they shot condescendingly at a position less than seven or eight meters away from the slave soldiers. shot the arrow in his hand.

The roaring warrior in front of slave Ian even stood up from his horse in a show of skill and shot an arrow at him.

Fortunately, slave soldier Ian had a premonition when he saw the opponent's movements, and used the shield on his left hand to protect his face in advance. Only then did the arrow that came straight towards his face pierce his wooden shield and stop less than two centimeters away from his nose. This made slave soldier Ian break into a cold sweat, but he also felt an even stronger excitement in his heart.

At the same time, the roaring warrior who stood up was shot through the neck by a crossbow bolt flying from behind the phalanx. The horse under his crotch instantly lost control and failed to complete the turning movement. It took his body and hit him hard. Toward the phalanx.

The next moment, about a dozen super-long spears simultaneously pierced the corpse of the roaring warrior and the horse that crashed into the spear array. The posture of pressing the gun barrels against the ground and the huge numerical advantage successfully helped them share a large amount of weapons. kinetic energy.

Slave Ian, like the other front-row spearmen, tried their best to hold on to the handle of the gun at their feet without being knocked back by the reaction force. Therefore, the cavalryman and his horse were carried away by more than a dozen spears. , an arc was drawn with the fixed point at the feet of the spearmen as the center of the circle.

During this period, more spears from the rear row were pierced into their bodies, but after the corpses crossed the high point, due to the sudden loss of the force of the spears from the front row, the spears from the rear row were unable to support their weight. Let them fall down and smash into the back row of the phalanx. The spearmen in the back row dodged left and right as the bodies fell, immediately squeezing the dense formation into chaos.

Because the distance reserved for the centaurs to turn this time was too small, many roaring warriors made mistakes in the final turn and unfortunately ran into the spear formation and were stabbed into a gag.

But it was just these few mistakes that caused the spear formation at their impact position to become a mess.

Fortunately, the enemy did not really dig into the formation but chose to maneuver, so the centurions of the Iron Legion had time to reorganize the chaotic formation.

At the same time, looking at the more corpses left by the centaurs this time, bursts of cheers broke out in the phalanx.

Those cavalry are not gods either! They don't dare to collide with our super long spear array!

Although it is good that they can shoot some of us every time in this way, the firepower behind us is obviously much denser than theirs. If we just consume each other in this way, with those crossbowmen behind us, they won't be able to take advantage at all.

The two rounds of consumption by the centaurs left hundreds of corpses behind, and the casualties were more than twice as high as those on our own side!

"Shut up! Stay in formation!" The centurions warned again. Compared with the slave soldiers who had been carried away by excitement, these officers trained by Ian had heard more from Ian. They also heard more about some cavalry tactics, so they gave the most severe warnings to their subordinates, "The first two times were tests, but this time they will definitely launch a real attack! Everyone is not allowed to Take it lightly!”

"Yes!" the soldiers replied in unison.

Soon, the third echelon of Dothraki cavalry began to take action, and soon accelerated from a quick step to a run.

Turn quickly! Turn quickly! Slave Ian prayed crazily in his heart while deliberately tilting the shield on his left hand a little higher to cover his head. Although this action will affect the ability to resist the horse, so what? They'll all turn around at the last minute anyway. The only real danger to my life is their arrows. I'm wearing a breastplate, so long as I protect my head.

etc? How is this going?

In the blink of an eye, the Dothraki cavalry arrived.

A great sense of fear instantly enveloped the slave soldier Ian. At this moment, he was not mentally prepared, and he had already lost the courage to die when he faced the cavalry attack for the first time.

Looking at the horse head that was half a meter taller than him and the cavalry that he had to raise his head to see, slave soldier Ian's first reaction was to run away. He was standing on his path, and Dothraki The distance between each two cavalrymen is more than one meter, and I only need to hide in the gap between their charging routes...

However, before the thought of this moment was over, slave soldier Ian felt a huge lateral thrust. He was squeezed by his companion on the right, and then hit his companion on the left together.

The shaking of his body caused him to lose the fulcrum of his foot against the spear. A roaring centaur warrior crashed into the square and hit his super spear. The tip of the slave soldier Ian's spear pierced the neck of the war horse under his crotch. middle.

But what was different from just now was that this time there were not nearly as many spears attacking the horseman in front of him. There was no one to help him share the impact of the horse. The slave soldier Ian had already lost his fulcrum. In an instant, he was pushed backwards by the reaction force. He hurriedly let go of the spear in his hand, but he could no longer stop his falling backwards.

Immediately afterwards, he hit the chest of the soldier in the rear row and fell to the ground with the soldiers in the further rear row.

The next moment, the armored cavalry in the back row of the conical formation poured in through the gap created by the front row.

The slave soldier Ian raised his head and saw the cold light of the Arakh scimitar.

I have been writing for a long time, but I still can’t perfectly express the picture in my mind. Because the next chapter has to change the perspective again, I decided to split the chapters.