After the Mongols withdrew from the chariot wall, there was no movement for a while.
Just when everyone was feeling hopeful that the Mongols were retreating, they heard a "crackling" sound of armor plates rubbing against each other outside, and then with a loud "clattering" sound, the remaining carts were dragged away by the Mongols one after another, and a large cloud of smoke rose. The wall of carts disappeared, and everything in front of the tent was exposed. The remaining mercenaries and Dothraki all gathered in front of the tent, and everyone held their swords and guns tightly.
The smoke and dust outside slowly dissipated, revealing hundreds of Mongolian Guram heavy infantry standing in formation outside. Each of them wore a Turkic-style chain mail helmet and fine steel scale armor, holding a Cossack scimitar, a mace tomahawk, and a gold-plated round shield in their right hands.
There was no attack, no shouting, no rain of arrows. The Guram heavy infantry just stood there motionless, staring at the people in front of the tent with cold eyes. The armor on their bodies and the weapons in their hands emitted a dim blue light in the sunlight.
The mercenaries and Dothraki did not dare to move. They could only stare at the actions of the Gurum heavy infantry and instinctively moved closer.
I don't know how much time passed, maybe a pack of cigarettes, maybe just a few minutes. Under the cold gaze of the Guram Heavy Infantry, an unknown pressure began to spread among the crowd. The shadow of the Guram Heavy Infantry seemed to grow slowly, pressing down like a dark cloud, making it impossible to breathe, think, and the blood in the body seemed to solidify.
"Wow!" Over twenty Dothraki, unable to bear the pressure, roared and charged towards the Mongolian Guram heavy infantry. Suddenly, the sunlight dimmed, a bloody mist spread, and the heads of over twenty braided Dothraki warriors flew up.
The Guram heavy infantry moved, remaining silent, their armored legs moving as they stepped over the corpses. Seeing the blood-soaked Guram heavy infantry marching forward like a forest, many mercenaries were frightened to the point of weakness, and some of the more timid ones were almost crying.
The mercenary captain yelled almost in despair, "Keep close! Keep close! Archers, shoot!" The mercenary archers fired desperately, but unfortunately most of them were blocked by shields. Even if they hit, the position of the fallen Guram heavy infantry was quickly replaced by someone else.
The front row of Guram heavy infantry moved in, using their shields to press against the large shields of the mercenaries in the front row, and thrust their scimitars along the lower edges of their shields. The back row of Guram heavy infantry drew their short javelins and hurled them at the back row. Mercenary archers and Dothraki were killed and wounded, some even pinned to the ground by the short javelins.
Guram's heavy infantry attacked silently, stabbing and covering themselves with their shields.
The cries of "Ahhhh!" continued unabated. Another entire floor of mercenaries fell, blood splattering in the air and then falling again, piling up layer upon layer.
"Is this the end? We'll die here, let's fight then!" This thought crossed almost everyone's mind.
The enraged Dothraki attacked Guram's heavy infantry frantically. Even if their arms were severed and their internal organs crushed, as long as they were not dead and had breath left, they would attack their enemies. If they had no weapons, they would bite with their teeth and butt their heads. Even if the mercenaries were stabbed to the ground, they would hug their enemies and create openings for their comrades.
Although the mercenaries and Dothraki fought desperately to block Gorum's heavy infantry and did not retreat a single step, they were gradually forced back into the tent.
Several handmaidens, trembling with fear, huddled around Daenerys. Daenerys's face was pale, and she clutched a small knife in her hand, which trembled slightly.
She was terrified. She had never seen so much blood or so many people dying before her eyes. Each Mongol scimitar that sliced through the Dothraki's blood and flesh filled her with immeasurable dread.
Daenerys brought the dagger to her neck, hoping to end her life, but her hands trembled, and she could not complete the deed she wanted to perform.
With a pale face and trembling hands, she looked at Ser Jorah, tears in her eyes.
"Ser Jorah, please, kill me!" "Daenerys said to Jorah Mormont, her lips trembling. "My hands are shaking so much, please, please..."
Jorah Mormont turned and stared at Daenerys. "I will be with you." Then he tightened his grip on the sword and pressed it against Daenerys's chest. "It will be swift. You will feel no pain."
Daenerys closed her eyes, and tears flowed uncontrollably. In that moment, all her memories from childhood to her present age crashed over her like a tidal wave.
"..."
Let's go back a few years to when the name Peach Blossom Khanate wasn't even considered!
283 After Aegon's Conquest
When the "Mad King" died in King's Landing at the hands of Jaime Lannister of the Kingsguard.
In the north, Benjen Stark hunted a white hart in the godswood and cooked it for food.
To the south, Balon Greyjoy basked in the sun on the Iron Islands.
In the east, Drogo's father leads the Khalasar to raid other tribes.
Further north, the Night King's soldiers march aimlessly.
Also in the north, an MS-06F Zakull descended beyond the wall, wreathed in lightning and thunder. Thousands of White Walkers, with their grayish skin, shrunken flesh, and tattered clothing, swarmed in. They bit and devoured Zakull's armor with sharp nails and jagged black teeth, quickly forming a mountain of corpses more than 40 meters high. Then, Zakull's electronic eyes glowed red, and he chanted, "Savior of Infinite Suffering, O Celestial Being!" A burst of colorful golden light emanated from his body.
A thunderous roar: "The Great Galactic Emperor, the God of Medicine, resplendent with golden light, lawless and cruel, devastating the world and the 72 demonic pillars, a perverted critical hit, weeping with sadness, the top scorer in the Champions League, the world's most precious treasure, a soul-stirring attack, void annihilation, invincible money, great health, Demacia shockwave!"
Then, a beam of light erupted from the mountain of corpses and reached the sky, and the mountain of corpses turned to ash in an instant, like a mountain struck by light radiation and then swept away by a nuclear shockwave.
Zakull then shouted at the Night King, "Hey! Evil creature! Reveal your true form now! I am the Great Putuotian of the Lightning Cloud Palace, the Fearless Warrior of Asgard, the Lord of the Abyss, the Lord of the Void, the Interstellar Explorer, the Dark Knight, the Ninth Angel, the Perverted Demon, the Arcane Madman, the Grave Raider, the Tripitaka Mage, the Iron-Blooded Warrior, the Orc, the Bull Emperor, the Director of the Public Opinion Bureau, and the Janitor! I will punish you in the name of God!"
With that, he took off, turned 7,892 degrees, raised his gigantic 99,980-kilogram steel leg, and with a "bang!" slammed the Night King into the ground, forming a gigantic human-shaped pit thousands of meters deep.
(Well, all of the above is nonsense and has nothing to do with the novel!)
Dothraki Sea, Twilight Zone.
The amber sunlight was warm and gentle. The vast, lush green grassland was bathed in the morning light, as if covered in a golden blanket. The morning breeze stirred waves of blue and gold. The grassland air was moist and clean. A deep, fresh, grassy scent filled us, leaving us feeling relaxed and intoxicated. A swirl of wildflowers bloomed among the grass, scattered here and there, bathed in the sunlight like colorful clouds drifting across the green grassland.
Soft clouds clung to the blue sky, like a lake on a windless day, without a single ripple. Only when a bird flies by occasionally does it draw graceful arcs in the sky.
The snow-capped, mist-shrouded mountains in the distance appear and disappear, and white clouds drift between the mountains, creating a fairytale-like atmosphere. It makes people feel happy.
"The scenery is beautiful, but I'm not happy at all!" Temujin thought sadly as he rode and looked at the landscape. "What fucking system? What conquest of the world? IT'S ALL CRAP!" It was actually a simple matter, just an hour and a half ago.
Joseph Stalin, a greasy-looking, middle-aged man in his 30s from New York State, skipped work at home and didn't want to work at all. Since "World of Warcraft 8.0" was down for three hours for maintenance, he could only leisurely play the Mount and Blade: 12th Century Gathering mod.
"You useless bastard! Eat shit! I'm going to fight three hundred at once!" Joseph Stalin excitedly controlled his character in front of the computer screen to attack the city of Jerusalem. Joseph Stalin stationed his troops outside the city and began attacking it alone, while hundreds of Crusaders defended it! Joseph Stalin was fearless; his character was equipped with luxurious numerical values, and he wasn't afraid of the NPC trash at all.
In-game character: "Joseph Stalin" has all stats at 100! His weapon proficiency is 900! He wears luxurious Varangian heavy armor (200 body defense), a goose-wing helmet with a Teutonic mask (200 head defense), plate armor gloves and shoes (200 body and leg defense), and wields a massive two-handed axe (200 accuracy) and an infantry lance (200 damage).
Of course, this is all cheat-modified gear.
"Hahaha, I am now the supreme and invincible being in the universe!" After being mowed down like a hedgehog by Crusader crossbowmen and still fighting in and out of a siege by dozens of Knights Templar, Knights Hospitaller, and Knights of the Order of Saint Lazarus, "Joseph Stalin" struck down the last Knight Templar in front of the Mosque of Omar in Jerusalem. Joseph Stalin couldn't help but laugh and, naturally, selectively forgot that he had cheated. "Cheating? That's not happening. I just tweaked the game logic a bit to make it more fun. That's my conscience as a Decepticon player!" Joseph Stalin would always say. At that moment, the game would prompt, "You have conquered the last enemy city! Become the world conqueror everyone yearns for. Your achievements are unmatched! Your reputation is known to all! You have made conquest history!"
"I finally conquered the world! It took me three days! I'm so tired!" Joseph Stalin took a drag from his cigarette and leaned his head back in his chair. "What should I play after World of Warcraft is maintained? I might as well play Zandalari Troll Druid and then kill Horde dogs, oh, Alliance swine!" Suddenly, Joseph Stalin remembered that he seemed to be playing Blood Elf Hunter lately. He was about to get up to take a shit, but he saw that he was already in the game's main interface, and there was a new system message interface.
"Your actions during the game are shameless! You fool! The reputation of the warriors has been dishonored because of you! Countless innocents weep because of you! The King's warriors shed tears of blood, gripping their swords tightly! We swear to erase this humiliation!" The command interface featured a black background, red text, a panda with an eye patch, and several undead spirits moving through the text, as if expressing anger and dissatisfaction.
"Interesting! Does the final version 1.1 still have this feature?" Joseph Stalin laughed.
"A true warrior dares to face the bloody challenge! Silly Boy! Are you willing to play a real game again? Become a real man? Silly Boy! What will you choose? Begin your real life!" The system's command interface changed style at that moment, with a pink background and a panda with an eye patch holding a pipe. Below were two options: "I am a true man of iron and blood! I must choose!" and "I am a young woman, do not choose."
After staring at it for a while, while the command interface was still waiting for selection, Joseph Stalin quickly closed the Mount & Blade interface and opened the antivirus. "What a lunatic! Is it a Trojan? Why even start a real game? What a joke! I've watched too much Infinite Fear! I should have checked and uninstalled the mod after downloading it." He began to think, "If I can't handle it, maybe I should switch to Rising or Kaspersky. But it costs money. Better to go to the forum and see if there's a pirated version."
The room suddenly went dark, a total darkness without light. Joseph Stalin realized he couldn't see even with his hand over his eyes. There was also absolute silence, as if he were wearing earplugs. He couldn't hear anything, not even his own heartbeat or breathing. He clearly remembered that just a second ago, the Madoka Magica opening theme was playing on his computer, and the neighbor's TV was blaring. He immediately realized this was an incomprehensible event; perhaps it was all just a dream.