Chapter 22: The City Is Captured in Ten Days

The night is thickly smeared on the sky, blindfolding the eyes of mortals, and the burning torches complement each other, shining like day, breaking free from the shackles of the night.

At this time, fire suddenly appeared in the inner city of Kohol.

In an instant, shouts of killing and screams resounded throughout the city.

The increasingly clear and audible sound of the collision of iron tools made the war horses under the Dothraki's crotches no longer calm and began to stir.

"The night is dark and dangerous everywhere."

Meng Ge held the riding crop tightly in one hand and drew the long-handled scimitar from the horse's back with the other hand, concentrating on observing the movements in the city of Kohol.

He ignored the red-robed monk Magiro beside him, who was chanting a prayer into the flames, praying for R'hllor to grant him strength.

beep--

Accompanied by the sonic boom caused by violent friction, the thick gate of the inner city was slowly opened.

Meng Ge clenched his fists excitedly, thinking that the victory was settled.

Unexpectedly, an arrow flew from behind, catching him off guard and hitting the person who opened the door in the back.

The gatekeepers reacted quickly and rushed forward to kill the remaining traitors on the spot.

The excitement came to an abrupt end, and countless orders emerged in his mind, leaving him completely at a loss as to what to say. He put down the riding crop in mid-air with some surprise.

As he watched, the city gate, which could allow one person to pass through the gap, had been opened, and the gatekeepers who were about to arrive were closing it with all their strength.

Meng Ge was stunned for a moment, and then an idea flashed in his mind. He shook the riding whip in his hand and shouted at the same time:

“Rush up and push open that damn city door.

After saying that, they galloped out at the lead. The fat red horse was like an arrow shot from a bow, chasing the wind and lightning towards the city.

Arrives in an instant.

Looking at the nearly closed city gate, Meng Ge anxiously jumped up from his horse and slammed his body into the city gate. The huge twist of force caused the horse to neigh tragically, and the horse turned sideways and fell heavily to the ground.

boom--

It was like a black wave breaking through a blockage, and the powerful impact directly knocked half of the city gate open. The violent vibration also made Mengge feel dizzy, with a slight tingling sensation in his head.

Then the severe pain that shot through his body brought him back to consciousness instantly.

Looking around, he saw a warrior whose appearance did not look like a Dothraki. Following him, he turned over and jumped off the timid horse, charging up his strength bravely and slamming into the city gate.

Under the firelight, it can be seen that this person is a big man with brown skin and a strong build. His exposed broad chest and big belly are covered with scars. He has an extremely long arakh scimitar hanging on his waist. , arms as thick as tree trunks were struggling to push the other half of the city gate.

With just one glance, Meng Ge realized that the strong man's brain was not working very well.

In a hurry, he pulled out the arakh scimitar from the strong man's waist, made way for the empty door where he was, rushed behind the other half of the city gate, raised the knife in his hand, and chopped down the shocked and frightened gatekeepers.

Rumble——

The Dothraki cavalry rushed into the city with a devastating attitude.

At this moment, the battle in the city was coming to an end. The entry of the Dothraki into the city directly shattered all the morale of the soldiers defending the city, and they fled in all directions.

"The Unsullied obey the command and kneel down."

"Those who surrender and kneel will not be killed."

Meng Ge stood quietly and contentedly on the dark red ground, looking in the direction where the voice of persuasion to surrender came from.

A group of armored warriors were running and shouting among the soldiers guarding the city. The leader of the warriors was a gorgeous warrior whose face could not be seen clearly with a visor. He held a black stick like a scepter in his right hand. Wherever he went, the soldiers They all knelt down on one knee and lowered their heads.

Although a lot of Dothraki cavalry had already poured into the city, the gorgeous warriors had sharp eyes. They quickly identified their target among the Dothraki crowd and rushed straight towards him.

Menggo's majestic and majestic body is like a mountain, and the fervent hope that other Dothraki people throw at him is just like a pearl in the dark night, dazzling and eye-catching.

Under his deep and far-sighted gaze, the gorgeous warrior calmly took off his face armor, revealing his handsome and elegant face. He knelt down on one knee in submission, held the scepter in both hands and offered it respectfully, bowed his head and said:

"The great Dothraki Khal Mungol welcomes you to the city of Qohor, and the people of Qohor offer you their loyalty."

The head of the black goat-shaped staff is made of iron, and the body of the staff is engraved with unknown patterns. Regardless of the workmanship, the staff is a tool that symbolizes power.

Meng Ge stretched out his hand without hesitation and firmly grasped the scepter that symbolized the command power of the Unsullied.

This scene happened to fall into the eyes of Ma Qiluo, the red-robed monk who had just stepped into the city. The flames reflected in his eyes, shining with a mysterious light, and no one noticed it.

Meng Ge, who was attentive, also noticed the orange cloak hanging behind the warrior and the spear with a tip like a burning flame at his feet. He knew that this person was the Hand of the Holy Fire hidden in the inner city.

"You are a believer of R'hllor." Mengge's face became serious, he turned to look at the red-robed monk Magiro, pondered for a moment, seemed to have figured something out, and then smiled gently at the warrior:

"Will the servants of gods and the holy warriors of the temple also bow down to human kings?"

Hearing this, the gorgeous warrior raised his head in astonishment and deliberately avoided Kaa's eyes. However, he did not avoid the question in his words and responded directly:

"The Lord of Light is the only God that can be worshipped, but you only need to believe in God with your heart. All the followers of God do not have divinity, they are just mortals, and all mortals must respect the human king. Before the Lord of Light summons us to serve, we still need to live under the protection of you, Kao, and we are all your people."

Having said this, seeing that Kao was still smiling and silent, the warrior's eyes radiated more firmness, looking straight, and continued with certainty:

"As long as your scimitar is sharp enough, your armor is hard enough, and your warriors are loyal as blood and as luxuriant as the Dothraki Sea, you will definitely be able to resist the darkness and cold, break the flames and decide your life."

Hearing this, Mungo laughed and said, "My warrior, what is your name?"

"Aslan, Aslan McKennin." The warrior replied quickly.

Mungo did not respond directly. He stepped around the warriors, raised the scepter in his hand, and shouted loudly in the few Valyrian languages ​​he had mastered temporarily:

"Unsullied, listen to my orders, stand up and pick up your weapons."

The army in front of him was neat and powerful, and the whole was like a precision machine. Mungo felt extremely safe and trusted, and continued to shout:

"Follow my orders and kill all the soldiers guarding the city of Qohor."

Accompanied by the exclamations and screams in his ears, Mungo looked back at Aslan, who had a complex expression of surprise. He knew what was going on, smiled and nodded, and said:

"I once faced the Holy Mother Mountain, swore to the world's womb lake, and swore to the horse god that if the city of Qohor was unwilling to open the city and surrender to me, I would slaughter all the Black Goat believers on the day the city was broken. Now, you can open the gate and surrender the city. I am willing to forgive the 100,000 innocent people of Qohor in the outer city. This is my greatest gift."

Facing Aslan, who was pale and hesitant to speak, Mungo waved his hand, indicating that he should not give advice.

Then he walked towards the Dothraki cavalry behind him.

"Dothraki warriors, I once promised you that if you capture Qohor, all Dothraki will get gold, and I will share the wealth and treasures of the inner city of Qohor with you."

Hearing the promise made by Khal when he mentioned the war, the Dothraki all became fanatical and agitated.

Listening to the thunderous cheers, Mongol said loudly word by word:

"Close the city gates, I allow you to plunder the inner city of Qohor all night until the first light of dawn."

Oaths and promises are formal and serious matters, especially the oaths made by the gods of mountains and rivers, and the promises to the soldiers under your command, which are the spirit of contract that must be fulfilled.

You must keep your word and do what you say, otherwise your words will become worthless.