Under the charge of a thousand knights, the Dothraki army was close to collapse, and the front fell into the quagmire of infantry formation, which was fine, and it could be withdrawn and rushed a few more times, but the rear was directly spent.

No matter how strong a creature is, chrysanthemums are one of their weaknesses.

Many of the remaining Dothraki had a general idea of the battle situation, so some of the Dothraki who were on the edge of the battlefield rode out of the battlefield without saying a word.

They are uneducated, but they also understand the truth that practitioners are handsome, and as nomads, they did not have the practice of fighting to the death and not retreating.

Being alive is the most important thing to survive in the savannah, and only by staying alive can you keep your tribe from being swallowed up in the cruel savannah.

The Knights' charge went smoothly, and with the Knights' bloody charge, the big drum in the center of the infantry formation began to sound.

I saw 8 big men with bare arms and all over their bodies raising the sandbag-sized drum hammer in their hands, and hammering the drum surface with all their strength.

"Boom!!"

"Knock knock!!"

"Knock knock!!"

The drum surface raised a layer of waves invisible to the naked eye, and the sound of the drum instantly spread through the air throughout the battlefield.

Hearing the sound of the drums, the herald, who had been preparing for a long time, immediately mounted on horseback and galloped from the center to all sides.

"Your Majesty has an order!!Play a military song!!The whole army advances!!"

The herald galloped back and forth in the military formation, and the hoarse shouts rippled through the air.

"Forward, forward, forward!"

"There is a tense atmosphere in the air, and the big war is coming. ”

"Slave owners, they are ahead. ”

"They tried to put the shackles around our necks again. ”

"It's time to defend freedom, the blood is already surging!"

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"Hot day. ”

"Cold nights. ”

"Dusty faces. ”

"Fight for the glorious army!"

"Fight for freedom!"

"Fight for the King!"

Morale is a particularly important thing on the battlefield, it cannot be seen or touched, but it is real.

It can stimulate people's potential energy, physical strength and ability to carry out volitional behavior, and the size of an individual's energy and physical strength in group activities is also directly proportional to the strength of the person's popularity.

Individuals with high morale are always able to exert more energy and energy in group activities and are tireless, while individuals with low morale may feel unusually nervous and fatigue even if they put in less energy and physical energy in group activities.

Freedom has always been the most desired of the people of Slave Bay, and this song represents the emancipation of slaves, and for a time this song was even sung by people day and night.

Hearing the singing, the soldiers somehow felt goosebumps appear on the surface of their skin, and their morale soared, and they overcame their fear and hesitation with weapons in their hands, and their faces turned red and marched in the direction of the Dothraki army with the singing.

If you look down from the sky, you can clearly see a patch of black gradually wriggling into yellow, and constantly accelerating, like a war between two cells.

Black is swallowing up yellow.

Under the influence of the song, the soldiers fought to the death, and even the combat effectiveness of the reserves reached the level of the unsullied.

"Dismount, kill them!" (Dothraki)

Among the Dothraki, a Dothraki man with a red tattoo on his body and a long braid on his head, Zasakao watched the powerful warriors of the tribe being dismounted by thin "slave" barrels, as if he had been greatly provoked, and the powerful Dothraki men should not have died without exerting their skills!

These lowly "slaves" will only hide in the corners by virtue of their weapons, and as long as the powerful Dothraki dismount and approach them, under the skilled scimitar, these "slaves" will only be killed.

But in fact, this Kao still thought too much, and after dismounting, the Dothraki gained agility while also giving up a great advantage: the advantage of riding.

The well-trained Unsullied were able to engage them in formation at great speed, completely crushing the Dothraki who dismounted on foot.

The front row is a large shield of soldiers, the back row is a pikeman, such a formation is not at all a Dothraki with only a scimitar can break through, before the Dothraki cavalry could rely on horsepower to disrupt the formation of the infantry, but when they dismounted, such an advantage no longer existed, because the Dothraki could no longer use the power of horses to disrupt the array of breaking soldiers.

I saw the infantry singing military songs and advancing step by step, and a large number of Dothraki people were squeezed by the infantry, subconsciously lined up in a big circle, like a group of wild boars surrounded by a pack of wolves to defend themselves.

The encirclement formed by the infantry pressed them like a poisonous snake around the body of a bison.

Swords were slashing, spears were stabbing, axes and hooks were clashing, and the Dothraki were slashing down like a forest.

When it comes to heads-up, reservists, and even ordinary Unsullied are no match for the Dothraki warriors, they are born to practice fighting, although they are not like regular legionnaires who can learn combat skills systematically and organically, but their monotonous life causes everyone to undergo inhuman mixed martial arts training every day, and often fight.

Each time, it was just a slash in the face, and the opponent swung the knife, but the Bigthraki scimitar had already slit the enemy's throat with a slow step, or the enemy raised his shield, and then the shield was deflected by the heavy force of the scimitar, and the throat was still severed.

It's a pity that there are few opportunities on the battlefield to go head-to-head, to move around, to play personal heroism, and the Dothraki often shoot one spear and be stabbed by the other two.

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Half an hour later, the shouting and killing on the battlefield gradually subsided, leaving only the after-effects of the battlefield: the wails and moans of people, from the Dothraki and the soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom, but the song was still loud.

"Phew!" After knocking the last Dothraki into vomiting blood, Ma Shen pulled the reins hard, and the black rabbit let out a loud cry and stopped.

At this time, the black rabbit was sweating profusely, and the horse was covered in sweat, but he did not feel tired at all.

"We won!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

"Long live Your Majesty!"

The soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom raised their bloodied weapons and shouted to the sky.

Encounter of Moza City: During the journey of the King of the Stormwind Kingdom with 6,000 soldiers to support Moza City, he encountered more than 4,000 Dothraki cavalry, and won a great victory, with less than 200 of the more than 4,000 Dothraki cavalry surviving.