Chapter 53 The Battle Continues

The slowly sinking moon gave off its last glow of fireflies, and rays of sunlight burst out from the eastern horizon, and the sky became clearer and brighter.

Mungo rode on his warhorse in silence, looking at the scene on the hill expressionlessly. The neat camp had been completely destroyed, and the ashes and embers blown away by the wind were floating in the air. There was almost no place to stand among the entangled and piled corpses. The blood of the enemies had seeped deeply into the soil, and the ground was black.

The clear sound of the horn sounded again from the hill camp, and the cavalry escorted the large number of defeated soldiers they had captured back from all directions to assemble. The truly surprising scene was the appearance of a large group of horseback warriors from the south in the direction of the Valanna River.

The one running at the front of their team was Norhat, who kept swinging his whip excitedly. When he was about to reach the outside of the camp, he used his superb riding skills to stand up from his horse excitedly and shouted loudly:

"We have captured the enemy's Ko, Bono, and Jaco!"

"Total victory, Khal Mungo! Khal Mungo!"

The Dothraki roaring warriors shouted in jubilation:

"Oh, come and see Khal's warrior Norhat!"

Hearing the cheers echoing in the wilderness, Mungo led the cavalry to rush out along the gap in the camp. The lucky Norhat did bring him an unexpected surprise, making this originally flawed victory perfect.

The sun shone on the bronze skin of the winner, bright and dazzling. Norhat and his men quickly rushed up from the bottom of the slope, jumping back and forth on the galloping horses with great interest.

The captured fleeing soldiers were all crying, and the appearance of Mungo made them even more frightened and uneasy. They were afraid that they would never leave here alive. Without waiting for Kao to approach, they jumped off their horses and crawled on the ground, not daring to move.

Mungo carefully looked at the captives lying on the ground and trembling. There were two strong and powerful warriors in this team. Their long braids that had not been cut were dragging on the ground. Their bronze belts were inlaid with golden patterns and various gems. When he saw these two people, his many thoughts were slightly touched.

At this time, although Bono and Jaco were lying on the ground and unable to move, they were also full of thoughts. Before the camp fell, under the light of the fire, they saw the figure of a terrifying giant riding a fiery red warhorse.

The proud psychological advantage collapsed instantly, and they immediately abandoned the commander Mohe and fled in a hurry with the close Kas tribe.

They kept trying to escape from the predicament, but it was in vain. In the end, they were in a panic and went in the wrong direction in the dark, and were blocked by the Valanna River.

The real fatal blow to them was that a thousand cavalrymen led by Norhat suddenly chased them from behind. Although the fleeing soldiers were numerous, their morale was low. They dismounted and surrendered because of the opponent's combat power and the terrifying shadow in their hearts.

So on such a beautiful morning, the two strongest bandits of the Mongol and Drogo tribes met for the first time outside the ruined camp.

The roaring warriors of the tribe gathered around Kao, their hearts were filled with the joy of victory, and everyone understood that the situation on the entire battlefield was completely reversed at this moment.

"Help us defeat Drogo."

Mungo cast his eyes on the two bandits' heads, and spoke slowly and calmly:

"After that, you can return to the grassland alive, but you must swear that you will never be my enemy again. I know that you have long been rebellious against him, and countless Dothraki died here because of their trust in him, and their bodies were exposed in the wilderness."

Bono and Jaco were terrified because their ambitions were completely exposed to the sun. At the same time, they were reassured by Mungo's promise. Making a vow not to be an enemy meant that they would not be easily killed afterwards.

Before Jaco could react, Bono immediately suppressed his fear and answered impatiently:

"I am willing. In fact, it was all Drogo's oppression. We don't want to fight you at all, because even if we win, the ending may not be much better than it is now. I swear that when we return to the grassland, we will never forget your kindness."

Mungo was silent for a moment and then cast his eyes on Jaco. The other party was looking around uneasily, as if he was looking for something. When he felt the pressure of the Kao's gaze, he stopped quietly and repeated Bono's oath again.

"Okay, I will let you go back to Drogo and act as an insider."

Seeing the two people's vague performance, Mungo had lost interest in continuing to explain the specific action plan. He simply perfunctorily said something and then turned his horse and left.

He knew clearly that Bono and Jaco were completely unusable, and there were deeper secrets behind them.

At this time, the clean open space was filled with funeral pyres. All the cavalrymen who died in this battle would rest here under the gaze of the sky.

The bodies of the enemies were piled up on the battlefield of the camp. The riders in charge of this task felt quite embarrassed because there was no way to deal with the bodies.

This place was an endless wilderness. Even if they dismantled all the remaining tents in the camp, they would not have enough firewood for burning.

Burying the bodies was not a tradition of the Dothraki, and they did not have time to bury the bodies.

"Just put the bodies of the enemies there first." Facing the riders who hurried to report, Mungo glanced in the direction of Volantis and replied: "Wait until the war is won, and then someone will help us complete this work."

The fiery red sun leaps out of the eastern sky, everything is covered with a brilliant glow, and the breath of life spurts out.

All the cavalry gathered in front of the burning pyre. They sang the ancient war songs of the Dothraki to bid farewell to the souls of the fallen warriors.

Finally, the flames were extinguished, and the ashes drifted into the distant sky with the wind. The living warriors fell silent. Their expressions were still fanatical, but their eyes looked at the invincible Kaa with a hint of sadness. They were eager and worried about the next step, not knowing when it would happen. The coming battle.

Mengge turned over and mounted his horse. He shuttled around the cavalry at a leisurely pace, looking down at everyone's faces that were heavy-hearted because of the death of their compatriots in the battle.

The light shone on his figure, and then he shouted loudly:

"My warriors, since we marched westward from the Dothraki Sea, we have bid farewell to many brave and loyal warriors in recent times. Fighting is everything to the Dothraki. We are born to fight, at least. They sacrificed for victory and honor. Believe me, warriors, what is more terrible than death is suffering failure. In our short life, if we do not leave traces on this world, it is better not to be born among the proud horses. We are now Already the most powerful tribe on the Dothraki sea, we will be the most powerful army in Essos. Brave warriors, Dothraki warriors, the critical moment has arrived. Cross Valanna River, conquer the enemies in front of you, and return to the homeland of the Dothraki. Our courage, oath, and achievements are unbreakable. Victory will always belong to you. I hope you will live in the blessing of the Horse God for all your life, and may your glory shine throughout the world. Our Lady of the Mountain, may your legend be enough to conquer the whole world, with endless life and endless battles.”

As Mongo's roar fell, the Dothraki cavalry immediately jumped on their horses and raised their scimitars. The blood of the fighting nation was already boiling in their bodies. They roared with joy and made an astonishing noise.

Then, someone blew the horn with great effort, and then the horns of the entire army responded at the same time. The voice of Dothraki kept echoing in the wilderness. This majestic sound of rolling waves would sweep through the entire world like thunder.