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Chapter 116 The Plan? The plan is to do it!
Chapter 116 The Plan? The plan is to do it!
"The Tin Man!"
Hago twirled his Yarak scimitar and spurred his horse toward Naval Commander Panbel.
In a single exchange, Hago's Yarak scimitar cleaved away Panbel's longsword.
As the two horses passed each other, Hago swung his sword and decapitated Panbel, causing blood to splatter half a foot high.
The headless corpse, clad in magnificent armor, slowly fell from the still-galloping warhorse.
Despite the wall of fire blocking their way ahead and the approaching pursuers behind them.
But Hago's beheading of the enemy leader undoubtedly gave the hundred-man cavalry a shot in the arm.
The Dothraki, numbering only a hundred, brandished their scimitars, raised their bows and arrows, and were in high spirits, their morale high.
In contrast, Pember's sailors, though numbering in the thousands, were now leaderless and in a state of panic after their leader was killed. The front and rear ranks were bewildered and at a loss, and countless men were pushing and shoving each other forward.
When a general who leads an army fights like a slave in a gladiatorial arena, his death can destroy the morale of the troops, causing chaos and uncertainty in their ranks.
Zhenyi was incompetent and caused the death of his entire army.
"Kill all those tin men!"
"Though we number only one hundred, each of our warriors is worth ten of their soldiers! One hundred of us can defeat ten thousand of their soldiers! This is the spirit of the Dothraki warriors! Kill them!"
Hago spurred his horse forward, shouting, and brandished his scimitar. A hundred Dothraki charged side by side toward the terrified navy.
Just as these thousand sailors, who were cowards once on land, were about to put on their classic "defeat, defeat" act, Brown Man Ben and his eight hundred men arrived in time.
Archers stepped forward, and a volley of arrows felled seven or eight riders, halting the Dothraki's charge.
"Form ranks!"
The sailors were in dire need of a leader, and seeing Brownie Ben put their minds at ease.
The eight hundred infantrymen of Brown Manbun yielded to the "dazed" naval sailors, and in front of them, spears and lances were raised, ready to engage the enemy in close combat.
As they drew near, Hago saw that the infantry, despite their fierce momentum, showed no signs of disorder. Their spears and lances stood like a hedgehog, and the warhorses of the warriors who charged close were still startled and felled by the infantry's spears, losing their lives in vain.
"Release the arrows!"
Although Hago was anxious, he could only order his horses to split into two columns and launch a mounted harassment attack.
However, the Dothraki infantry were well-equipped with crossbows and could fire their bows and arrows in unison. After one round, the Dothraki suffered more casualties.
Despite his martial prowess, Hago could not get close to the infantry formation that consisted entirely of spears and lances. He led his cavalry to probe back and forth, but this lion could not find a place to bite and did not achieve much. On the contrary, the already small hundred-man squad was now reduced to just over half its original size.
"Kill them!"
Indeed, after recovering, the navy's thousands of sailors flanked them from both sides, and Hago, who had only a few dozen riders left, was surrounded in an instant.
"attack!"
Brown Man Ben's forehead was slightly damp with cold sweat. Seeing that the time was right, he immediately ordered an attack. Bows and crossbows rained down, and spears and lances pierced through the enemy. The Dothraki, who were fighting like cornered beasts, were like butter being sliced by a hot knife, and in an instant, they were almost all killed or wounded.
Hago, known for his martial prowess, was stabbed off his horse without killing a single enemy when faced with a barrage of spear thrusts. His head was cut off by the brown man and passed around among the crowd for viewing.
Thus, in the night raid led by Hago, more than two thousand Dothraki suffered a defeat: Hago was killed, the Dothraki lost more than five hundred men, and only fifteen hundred men managed to escape in panic.
at the same time.
The 100-man night raid team, composed entirely of players, also reached the outskirts of the Dothraki camp.
The Dothraki camp was poorly guarded; after all, the proud centaurs rarely encountered an enemy outside the Dothraki Sea who would not flee in panic and dare to launch a nighttime attack.
The Dothraki warriors paid even less attention to the Tin Men hiding inside the stone castle, as if they could breach the city tonight with just two thousand men and then reap the rewards of victory tomorrow.
"I couldn't understand it at all, so I went to investigate, and guess what, boss? Good heavens, the tents on the left were filled with soldiers sleeping, and the tents on the right were filled with cattle, sheep, pigs, and dogs. It was...it was utter rubbish!"
A player who had returned as a detective led the group to [Little Fire Farmer] and complained in a low voice.
"This is tricky. We originally planned to attack their grain depots and burn them to repel them, a strategy found in ancient military texts. But the problem is, they have no grain. They've just grazed a bunch of cattle and sheep, and they're not even in one place. What should we do?"
[Little Fire Farmer] is also a half-baked amateur, scratching his head and looking at a loss.
But as the saying goes, three cobblers can outwit Zhuge Liang, and one of the players suddenly had a flash of inspiration, saying, "We're overthinking it. We have the Thunderclap Bomb and Wildfire at our disposal. If we create a commotion in his camp, his cattle and horses will be startled and run in all directions. How can he not be thrown into chaos?"
"That makes sense!"
"Yes, that's what I think too!"
"Then so be it. Today we are Gan Ning, the bandit leader of the Brocade Sail, and Zhang Liao and Zhang Wenyuan, who defeated Sun Quan at Xiaoyao Ford!"
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"Little Fire Farmer" looked around at the people around him and said in a low voice.
As soon as this was mentioned, everyone's eyes lit up. How many men in this world wouldn't want to do something this important? Damn, you could record this and post it on a forum to brag about it for a long time!
"What are the specific plans?" another player asked.
"A plan?" [Little Fire Farmer] scoffed, then stood up abruptly, raising his short crossbow and roaring, "Kill!"
At Xiaohuonong's command, hundreds of players rose from behind the earthen mound. Those in the front row held Thunderbolt and Wildfire in their hands, while those in the back row each carried a Flame Spear and fired a crossbow shot.
There were no wooden palisades outside the Dothraki camp for protection, and only a few bowlegged Dothraki were scattered around patrolling the area.
Once the players broke out, the patrolling soldiers were unable to contact them for a while. The players then launched devastating attacks on each other, resulting in several loud explosions. Those nearby were blown to pieces, creating a bloody scene.
"Let's explode!"
"Explosions are art!"
Panicked Dothraki men rushed out of the outer tents, wielding scimitars, but before they could even assess the situation, they were met with a devastating bomb that sent them and their tents flying into the air.
A warrior drew his bow and arrow, but was shot down by a player wielding a fire spear. The Dothraki who witnessed this scene were so frightened that they thought it was the wrath of the enemy's god, and their fighting spirit vanished in their confusion.
"Brothers, scatter! When we're together, we're a blazing fire; when we're apart, we're stars scattered across the sky!"
[Little Fire Farmer] wielding a short crossbow, he blasted a Dothraki man flying in front of him, and roared at the dozen or so players who were still following him.
"Scatter!"
"The thunderbolts should explode where there are many people!"
"Kill these tin men!"
Drogo Khao was a force to be reckoned with on the plains, and his warriors were no ordinary bunch of good-for-nothings. In no time, hundreds of cavalrymen had gathered and charged toward the bustling crowd.