Chapter 258: Facing Death Bravely

Two afternoons later.

The city gates of Pentos were overwhelmed with refugees, most of whom had been driven here by the Dothraki.

Their homes had been destroyed, their wealth plundered, and they were forced to flee their homes. Under the Dothraki's drive, they fled towards Pentos like pigs being herded.

Many who couldn't run fast enough fell under the Dothraki's arrows and arakhs, followed by laughter and incomprehensible Dothraki language.

"Qora mae!"

Then, a woman was pulled from the refugees and hoisted onto a horse, which galloped away after a slap on its rump.

"Hey..."

"You..."

The woman's husband, who appeared to be a simple farmer, seemed to want to reclaim his wife.

However, before he could rush over, his throat was slit by two other Dothraki.

Splurt—

Blood sprayed out.

The husband, clutching his throat, watched helplessly as his wife was taken away, then fell into a pool of blood.

Such incidents were still happening across the land.

These Roaring Warriors seemed to be playing a game of murder, their pace leisurely.

Riding their horses at a leisurely pace, they could drive hundreds of unarmed refugees towards Pentos.

From time to time, they would gallop forward to kill a few 'sheep people' who were running slowly, or draw their bows and use the people who were helping each other with their families as live targets. However, these people didn't even have the courage to fight back.

Now, the Dothraki army has arrived, and a large number of people from towns near Pentos have been driven here.

This is one of the Dothraki's tactics. If Pentos refuses to accept these refugees, it will lose morale, but if they accept them, they will have to consume their own food supplies.

However, the Dothraki army is not far from here, and the desolate and melodious sound of horns can be heard from afar.

But Viserys still withstood the pressure, opened the city gates, and let these pitiful refugees escape into the city of Pentos.

The Dothraki who drove the refugees stopped their horses not far from the city gate.

They laughed at the crowded refugees at the city gate and taunted the Targaryen soldiers on the city wall.

They dismounted and urinated towards the city wall, forcing them to watch as they drew their bows and shot the refugees running towards the city gate.

The Targaryen soldiers on the city wall of Pentos, including the former Windblown mercenaries, clenched their fists at this sight.

"Damn it! These bastards!"

"I'm going to slaughter them!"

Will from the forest clenched his long sword, looking at the scene in front of him, feeling as if his blood was rushing to his head, wishing he could rush down and kill these damn bastards right now.

However, at this moment.

Boom—

The side gate next to the main gate of Pentos, the Sunrise Gate, swung open, and a group of fully armed Targaryen knights charged out.

The Dothraki who drove the refugees had no preparation at all and suddenly faced the Targaryen cavalry head-on.

Perhaps they didn't expect these iron cans hiding in stone houses to dare to charge out at this time.

The Dothraki army is behind them, and it's not far from Pentos now.

"Shori tawakof!"

The Dothraki who drove the refugees exclaimed, which means 'people in iron clothes' in Dothraki.

However, although they were somewhat caught off guard, they were not afraid

at all.

Far from running away, they drew their arakhs and roared as they charged forward.

Boom—

In an instant.

The two sides' cavalry collided violently, making a huge noise. Metal clashed, flesh was crushed, and there were also shrill screams.

"Kill all these bastards!"

Jon Connington, clad in bright armor, helmet on his head, and a long sword in his hand, led the Targaryen knights into the enemy line, killing several Dothraki in succession.

Clang, clang, clang—

The violent collision of metal mixed with flying flesh and blood.

Although the Dothraki are skilled riders, they still suffered a lot in the head-on collision of the cavalry. After all, the first priority of cavalry combat is speed.

The Targaryen knights came with great momentum, while the Dothraki Roaring Warriors held their horses in place, only drawing their swords to meet them when they saw someone charging out.

However, they instantly fell behind in terms of speed and impact.

Moreover, the Dothraki did not have an advantage in terms of weapons and equipment. Their arakhs could hardly break through the plate armor worn by the Targaryen soldiers, and even a slash would only leave a white mark.

Then they were cut down by the Targaryen soldiers, who held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and were instantly trampled into a pulp by the chaotic hooves.

Neigh—

The warhorse let out a neigh.

"Nakhi!"

"Os!"

Just as the two sides began to fight.

The Dothraki lines instantly echoed with calls of 'ceasefire' and 'retreat'.

The Dothraki may be reckless, but they're not fools. These iron cans are indeed difficult to deal with.

But not everyone in the Targaryen army has the privilege of wearing such iron cans.

The Dothraki this time were quite disciplined, and with the call to retreat, they withdrew like a tide towards the main force in the distance.

Jon Connington, who had just been in combat for a short time and was already covered in blood, took a couple of deep breaths, wiped the blood off his face, and watched the Dothraki retreat into the distance without pursuing them.

Instead, he signaled.

"Retreat!"

"Let's go, back to the city!"

Clip-clop...

Then, the Targaryen knights who had covered the refugees' retreat turned their horses around and retreated into the city of Pentos.

And at this moment.

In the distance.

Whoo—

The desolate sound of horns suddenly rang out, like a continuous wave.

Boom—

Then, an endless sea of Dothraki appeared in the eyes of the Targaryen soldiers on the city wall.

At the same time.

Toot—

The horns on the city wall of Pentos also sounded, along with the ringing of bells, warning the entire city.

"Close the city gates!"

The commander on the city wall issued the order.

"Close the city gates!"

The soldiers in charge of the city gates began to pull the ropes, the winch made a creaking noise, and the city gates were slowly closing.

The refugees who hadn't had time to enter the city rushed towards the city gate as if they were mad.

Jon Connington and his knights who had been covering the refugees were even blocked at the end.

They could only watch helplessly as the Dothraki, like a wave sweeping over, gradually approached from the distance.

"Roar!"

The earth trembled under the hooves, and a deafening roar rang out.

Jon felt as if he could already smell the nauseating odor of the Dothraki.

"Damn it!"

The man with ash-red hair gritted his teeth slightly, drawing his blood-stained sword once more.

"Brothers!"

"Turn your horses!"

"Prepare to meet the enemy!" Jon Connington shouted loudly.

Whoosh—

All the Targaryen knights who had left the city turned their horses around, presenting a knightly demeanor of facing death bravely.

However, before Jon could shout his final words to protect the retreating civilians, he suddenly felt the sky above him darken.

Whoosh~

A fierce wind howled, dust flew, and Jon was somewhat disheveled.

"What is..."

The next second.

A huge shadow spread its wings and swept over the knights' heads, diving straight towards the Dothraki army in the distance.