N-A-A Chapter 115 Hago at His Dead End
Chapter 115 Hago at His Dead End
Chapter 115 Hago at His Dead End
The thunderous sound of hooves echoed as the horsemen, carrying torches, charged swiftly toward the walls of Pentos, sparing no effort in their advance.
"Archers, prepare!!!"
The shouts from the city walls could be heard almost from the far left to the far right.
"For the Targaryens!"
The soldiers of the Pentos Legion began to climb the city walls, with players and soldiers interspersed among them, filling the walls and aiming their bows and crossbows at the centaurs charging from outside the city.
A sparse rain of arrows began to fly from the centaur ranks, and a few unlucky soldiers and players were bitten by the sharp arrows, falling to the ground with muffled groans.
"Shieldbearer! Shieldbearer!"
"calibrate the crossbow!"
Everyone started getting things running.
"Come on, you damned barbarians, let me show you some new and interesting things!"
"Try this! It's barbarian stuff!"
Several players who operated crossbows happened to log in and immediately transformed into chattering mice to start operating these big machines.
They were incredibly excited, since this thing hadn't been fired at anyone since it was created. Although the effect might not be ideal in the dark, at least it could be used on people.
"Damn, what are these lively but not cute little centaurs up to?"
One player rested his crossbow on the battlement, stood on tiptoe, and looked curiously at the nearest group of centaurs.
"What they're holding looks like... Are they going to build an earthen rampart to attack the city?" A player stared for a moment and noticed something was wrong.
"Quickly, get the ballistae aimed at them!" As the commander, Bevos, with one hand on the battlement, also noticed the centaurs' intentions.
Arrows rained down from the city walls, knocking centaurs off their horses one by one. However, a few centaurs managed to break through to the base of the walls and throw bags full of sand down to the foot of the walls.
"Come on, little one!"
The ballista aimed at a group of centaurs who were very close by. With a loud bang, the lance on the ballista flew out and brutally pierced through the chests or abdomens of three centaurs. It was not until the fourth man's shoulder was grazed off that the ballista lost its momentum and fell to the ground.
There were a total of eighteen crossbows like these on the city wall!
A volley of spears was fired, and the player optimistically believed that at least thirty barbarians would be taken care of by the ballistae.
At the same time, the catapults installed on the inner wall began to roar, hurling rounds of stones at the Dothraki who were charging outside the city.
The centaurs, filled with optimism about attacking the city, ran headlong into the well-defended city of Pentos.
Facing unarmored enemies, the defenders on the walls of Pentos, composed of soldiers and players, inflicted heavy casualties on the enemy with almost every volley of arrows.
One by one, the roaring Dothraki were pierced by arrows and fell from their horses, or impaled by spears along with their horses, and pinned to the ground as road signs.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
After receiving positive feedback, the soldiers and players switched from stone bullets to fire canisters.
A volley of projectiles set off a green wall of fire within the two thousand charging centaurs.
"what!"
No matter how valiant a Dothraki is, the moment he is struck by a pot of wildfire and transformed into a human of fire, he cannot help but let out a heart-wrenching roar.
The green wildfires did not illuminate the darkness, but the green curtain of light completely exposed the Dothraki to the defenders' view.
"Wuhu!"
Witnessing a group of centaurs being blown to bits by wildfire, with over a dozen people and their horses turning into human torches, the players couldn't help but cheer for the brothers operating the catapults behind them.
"Open the city gates! I'm going to press my advantage!"
The drunken Admiral Panbell swayed as he rode a horse, followed by thousands of sailors in disarray.
The soldiers guarding the city gate looked at each other in bewilderment.
"I say, open the city gates! I, the commander, will press my advantage and personally behead the centaur leader, presenting him as a keepsake to my king!"
Commander Panbel brandished his longsword and shouted incoherently.
"The centaurs are fleeing in panic like stray dogs. Open the city gates and let our heroic naval commander lead the pursuit!"
The deputy commander, Brown Man, had somehow descended from the city wall, his hand resting on his sword hilt. He held his head high like a dignified nobleman, gazing at the soldiers guarding the city gate.
Panbel, a naval commander, might not have much influence, but Brown Ben was their superior. Since he had spoken, the guards naturally wouldn't say a word and hurriedly opened the city gate and prepared to lower the drawbridge.
"The world will belong to us! These mere Dothraki barbarians will become ashes under the flames of the true dragon!"
Panbel stood on his warhorse, shaking his head and shouting slogans, and the sailors responded enthusiastically, after all, His Majesty the King had indeed treated them well.
The city gate creaked open, and the drawbridge slowly descended with a series of teeth-grinding groans.
"For the Targaryens!"
Panbell charged ahead on his horse, followed closely by the sailors wielding spears.
"Gather eight hundred men and follow them!" Seeing that the navy sailors had already rushed out of the city, Brown Man immediately called his confidant over and whispered something in his ear before rallying eight hundred men to follow the navy out of the city.
On the city wall, Bevos breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the retreating Dothraki. A familiar soldier climbed up the wall: "Sir, Commander Panbel has led the navy sailors to open the city gates and pursue the Dothraki!"
"What? A group of sailors chasing after cavalry? Has he gone mad?" Bevos turned around and questioned the soldier in disbelief.
"He got drunk and insisted on rushing out of the city. Fearing trouble, I took eight hundred soldiers and followed him out of the city!"
The soldier replied with his head down.
"Damn it, he's a complete idiot! Pass on my order: have the catapults advance another twenty paces at the original distance and launch another round of wildfire!"
Bevos clenched his fist and slammed it hard on the battlements, giving the order with a sigh.
"yes!"
Soon, the catapult troops unleashed another wave of wildfire, causing further casualties among the retreating centaurs.
Among them, a group of less than a hundred centaurs were trapped behind a wall of fire.
"For the Targaryens!"
Panbel, mounted on horseback, led his men in pursuit.
"Hago, what do we do?!"
A Dothraki looked at Hago in alarm.
By sheer coincidence, the wildfires set off by the catapult unit also trapped the Dothraki commander, Hago.
At that moment, Hago's face twitched, his eyes glaring fiercely at the surrounding warriors: "I'll charge back in the opposite direction! Even if it means death!"
"Barbarian, duel me like a knight!"
Pember, riding his horse, had already caught up, while his young sailors were left behind, panting and out of breath.