Chapter 269: Fierce Battle!

"Hold the formation!"

"Don't panic!"

Facing the ferocious Dothraki, the soldiers at the front line were the elite of the legion. Even so, they felt tense at this moment, their breathing becoming rapid, gripping their weapons tightly.

In the midst of countless soldiers, the legion commander, surrounded like a star among the moon, still calmly directed.

"Stay calm!"

"The Seven Gods will bless us."

"The Warrior gives us courage and strength."

His words made many panicked soldiers much more stable. Faith, though intangible, also has great power in war, allowing soldiers facing desperate situations to burst out with their last courage.

"Archers, ready!"

Then Bessie raised his hand, the palm of his steel glove reflecting the metallic glow in the morning sun.

"Draw your bows!"

"Draw your bows!"

The captains of the legion, riding on their war horses in the rear, ran their horses and shouted loudly.

In the Targaryen legion, every two hundred people formed a team, and every five teams formed a thousand-man general. There were even more base-level commanders below, with a well-established command system, and the commander's orders were very quickly relayed.

In front was the solid formation of spears and shields, and in the rear were dense archers.

They had their backs to the city wall with no way to retreat, but also no crisis, not having to worry about the Dothraki sneaking around to attack the rear.

Therefore, the Targaryen army still occupied a favorable terrain, and the castle's position was slightly higher on the battlefield.

Creaking—

All the archers heard the order and drew their bows, pulling the bowstrings made a teeth-gritting sound, aiming diagonally at the sky in front.

Then a few more seconds passed.

Rumble—

The vanguard of the Dothraki, with their thundering hooves, had entered the range of the Targaryen army's archery attack. Then came the command.

"Fire!"

"Release the arrows!"

"Release the arrows!"

Thump thump thump—

The bowstrings sounded, a dark rain of arrows flew straight into the sky, then fell from the highest position.

Like a downpour, but the raindrops were all sharp metal arrowheads, smashing down on the faces of the Dothraki.

Plop plop plop—

The dense sound of metal piercing flesh, the rain of arrows quickly fell and stirred up a spray of blood among the Dothraki.

Countless Dothraki, swinging their curved swords on horseback, were shot down, their bodies falling headlong onto the ground, then trampled into a pulp by the horses driven by their tribesmen behind them, instantly splattering blood and flesh.

"Ohhhh!!!"

However, what was despairing was that the Dothraki faced such casualties without changing their expressions.

Instead, stimulated by the blood, they became more ferocious, charging forward even more fearlessly.

"Hold the formation!"

"Lads!"

"Hold the formation!"

Myles gripped the reins tightly and commanded loudly.

The archers' attack did not stop the Dothraki's advance, and what was to come next would be a test for his soldiers.

As a general in the legion, he had more than a thousand soldiers under his command. However, he didn't become a general just because his friend was the legion commander. Myles also participated in the great battle on this land under his feet.

At that time, he was still a captain, leading his brothers to set up defensive fortifications and made great contributions. Plus, in the subsequent wars, he made several more contributions in logistics supply and battle command, eventually becoming a general.

"Oh

hh!!!"

However, the Dothraki's charge did not stop for a moment. After two rounds of arrows, they had reached the front of the Targaryen legion in the blink of an eye.

All the soldiers instinctively gripped their spears tightly, the soldiers hiding behind the shields tensed all their muscles, trying hard to resist the impact that was about to come.

Boom—

The next second.

The Dothraki's war horses directly hit the Targaryen army's spear formation, and the once unshakeable spear formation began to wobble under tremendous pressure.

On the Dothraki side, it was chaos, with horses neighing in pain and fallen soldiers screaming.

"Kill!"

Countless spear-wielding soldiers hiding behind their shields thrust their weapons out, almost without needing to look, just stabbing in and pulling out, then stabbing in and pulling out again.

Blood sprayed in through the gaps in the shields, and everyone was seeing red.

"Kill!"

"Kill all these bastards!"

However, not all parts of the formation withstood this first wave of impact.

The heavy bodies of the charging war horses carried a powerful impact directly into the spear formation, and some weaker areas were instantly breached.

With a breach, the power of the spear formation dropped more than one notch, and in an instant, countless Dothraki crazily poured into several places where there were breaches.

Plop plop—

The shield formation was breached, soldiers fell in disarray, and the Dothraki's curved swords ruthlessly harvested their lives.

"Not good!"

As a general, Myles saw this scene and immediately gritted his teeth, then drew his long sword from his waist.

"Hold on!"

"Hold the formation!"

Then he spurred his horse and rushed up, wanting to personally enter the battle to stabilize the formation.

However, not far away.

Sitting on a pure white war horse without a single stray hair, the commander of the legion, Bessie Joyce, held the reins, his eyes under the mask calmly watching the chaotic battlefield in front of him.

There was more than one breach.

The Dothraki were fearless, using their lives to open a bloody path in the formation, and the once unbreakable line of the Targaryens had begun to show signs of collapse.

But this was not his fault, there were not many armies that could withstand the attack of the Dothraki in the open field.

The army he led, although firm in faith, was not like the Unsullied, who would not hesitate to commit suicide.

If he had a few more years, perhaps he could also lead such a faith-firm army.

But now, talking about those things was useless.

Bessie looked up at the sky, the morning sky was cloudless, with only a few birds flying overhead.

"The time is not yet right."

Then he returned her gaze to the battlefield not far away, and the guards beside his were a little nervous.

"Commander!"

"It's too dangerous here, you should retreat to the castle!"

Although the situation on the front line was tense at the moment, it did not collapse immediately, which showed that the soldiers of the legion were already elite enough.

However, the legion was weak in the rear, and the Dothraki were still pouring in continuously, after all, they had the advantage in numbers.

But Bessie ignored the words of his guard, and after a moment of contemplation, he played a card.

"Send in the cavalry, flank and cut the battlefield."

Now the Dothraki were pouring in and directly attacking the front line. Because of the trenches on both sides and the city wall, they could not go around to attack the flanks of the formation, or launch a rear charge.

If they could, perhaps these Targaryen troops would collapse faster, forced to form a circle to respond.

This was the innate advantage of cavalry over infantry.

Now, with the Targaryen troops backed against the city wall, they almost replicated the conditions of the Battle of Qohor, where three thousand Unsullied stood against the Dothraki.

However, the only difference was that the Targaryen troops were not the unbreakable Unsullied.