Chapter 34 Marching South
The endless dark night, the soft veil of liberation covers the sleeping fields, the fireflies flicker, the light of the moon and the stars shine together, like fine sands spread into the Milky Way lying in the sky.
Under the dome, by the Varanna River, the earth is shaking, and the long winding jumping firelight is accompanied by the sound of unrestrained horse hooves, sweeping in.
The Dothraki cavalry marching on the vast plains obviously have no intention of covering their tracks. People shout and horses neigh, one after another, condensing into a whole, surging from all directions like an unstoppable tide, advancing rapidly, whistling and galloping, resounding through the night sky.
Monggo rode a fiery red warhorse to the river first and stopped the warhorse. He had no time to explore the situation of the Varanna River. He immediately turned around and sat on the horse's back and tried to look to the rear. There was chaos there.
He hurriedly rode his horse to the rear again, and when he saw that most of the tribesmen, the weak, women and children were also closely following the team, he was slightly relieved.
The situation was urgent, so he continued to gallop forward, shouting:
"Over, Over."
"I'm here." The officer shouted from behind the carriage not far away: "Everyone is fine, no one is behind."
Hearing this, Mongol's heart was completely relaxed.
In order to avoid being chased by the enemy's reconnaissance troops, he asked the tribe to abandon most of the baggage. Except for the tribesmen who could only ride in carriages, most of the Dothraki people distributed weapons and horses to follow the tribe to march. They lacked combat experience in rapid marches and were easily lost in the night and fell behind the team.
At this time, Bas Porter also rode over and stared at the group of carriages at the end of the team, his eyes full of appreciation and gratitude.
Mongol, who was accustomed to life and death and indifferent to life, did not send too many people to protect non-combatants, and the maester had no knowledge of commanding the army to fight.
Fortunately, Officer Over took the initiative to ask to be responsible for guarding the rear, so as to ensure the safety of most people.
Seeing the follow-up tribes catching up, Mongol's heart, which had just relaxed, was suspended again. He said nothing and looked heavy.
The battle plan of dividing troops at the source of the Valanna River is a countermeasure that has been thought of. As no accidents have occurred, the plan must be implemented.
He waved the horse whip in his hand to say goodbye, and at the same time said to Ofer and others:
"The enemy is likely to abandon his troops and lead only the cavalry for a quick pursuit. Your team is large, bloated and fragile, and it is difficult to avoid and resist the enemy on the way. Time is running out. You must continue to march to the swamp without stopping. Relying on the craftsmen we brought from Kohor, build fortifications there to defend. Please remember that although the swamp can delay the enemy's charge, it is not completely reliable, and you must not take the initiative to attack. You also need to be careful and alert to the Volantis behind you."
Speaking of these arrangements, Mungo still tried to think about the omissions in his mind, but no one is perfect, and nothing is absolute. This is all he can think of now, and the rest can only rely on the wisdom and decision of everyone.
"We will remember your instructions, march immediately, and hold on for help." The maester had a clear understanding of the situation, and said solemnly.
Orver nodded in agreement, then looked up at the sky, and said anxiously: "We have no time to delay, we must act immediately, otherwise we will not be able to reach the swamp until the next sunset, and building a defensive camp in the dark will be very unfavorable for us."
Seeing that both of them were so calm and decisive, Mungo no longer wasted time, with a smile on his face, raised the whip in his hand and poked Orver and Bas Porter's shoulders hard:
"We will surround and kill the enemy."
Then, Mungo rode away to reorganize the troops and prepare to move south to approach Volantis.
Silence bowed its head in silence in the hustle and bustle, and the warriors met each other's eyes in the dark vision.
The person who knows you best is often your peer opponent, and the person who is most familiar with the fighting skills of the Dothraki tribe is another Dothraki tribe.
In the silent scout battlefield, a team of scout cavalry quietly hid in the depths of the jungle. Their war horses were trained like steady rocks, lying quietly on the ground.
The enemy scout cavalry holding torches had obviously discovered something and were approaching them slowly with caution.
"Nohat, we have been discovered."
As soon as the low voice landed, the clear sound of bowstrings immediately resounded in the silent jungle, and arrows struck the opponent's fatal vital points like lightning, and half of the enemies fell off their horses.
The torches in the hands of the enemy gave them guidance, and the Dothraki cavalry who could serve as scouts were all sharpshooters in the tribe without exception.
Then, they quickly called up the war horses beside them and jumped up.
In groups of two, they rode towards their assigned enemies in tacit cooperation, one drew a bow and shot to provide cover, and the other drew out the arakh scimitar and approached quickly.
Driven by the fear of the inexplicable attack, the enemy did not panic and fled in all directions.
Seeing that the number of ambushing attackers was superior, they decisively left a person behind to cover the rear, and the rest of the people turned their horses and prepared to quickly evacuate the jungle. The most important task of the scout cavalry was to bring the message back to the tribe.
The Dothraki scout cavalry had a fast firing rate and rich combat experience, so under the preemptive sneak attack of Nohat and others, the enemy was quickly wiped out without any escape.
At this time, the scout cavalry did not relax their vigilance, but were anxious. This was not the first time they encountered the enemy. Now the situation was urgent and they had to pass the message back as soon as possible.
"Everyone, collect the supplies and horses. There is no need to hide the bodies or traces. We are ready to move quickly to the Valanna River."
Nohat rode his warhorse back and forth to command and arrange, and remained vigilant at all times, while the others followed the orders meticulously.
A moment later, he led the cavalry to carefully get out of the jungle, and then everyone rode their warhorses at full speed, anxiously rushing towards the Valanna River.
Since they decided not to hide their traces anymore, the cavalry team, which had been suffering for a long time, gradually opened up the conversation.
"Nohat, I heard that you were personally received by Khal Mungo. Is he as great and brave as the legend says?"
The Dothraki man named Nohat was the scout cavalry who had previously infiltrated the tribe of the horse king Drogo and successfully brought out intelligence.
He looks very young, with a broad nose and thick eyebrows, and a rectangular face with a fearlessness that is common among young people. A pair of deep black eyes are like calm and deep lake water, hiding their sharp edges and revealing alertness, bravery and wisdom. What is unusual is the pair of surprisingly large ears, which are on the side of his face, like two open oyster shells with pearls hidden.
Nohat has always been taciturn, which is related to his long-term service as a scout cavalry. In fact, he is not inarticulate, nor is he cold and withdrawn. He is also a rare person with a gentle temperament among the Dothraki.
At this time, he did not answer the questions of others, but rushed to the front with his horse's belly tightly clamped, his expression solemn and thoughtful.
I will not be a eunuch. I have been sorting out the outline for the past two days. In fact, it has a lot to do with the author's lack of writing skills and lack of experience. I will continue to work hard.