He clearly understands the unique way of survival that Dothraki pursues:
They seem to be stubborn weeds growing on the vast prairie. No matter how fierce and harsh the fire is, they cannot be completely wiped out;
On the contrary, once the spring breeze blows through again, they will immediately regain their vitality and spread crazily at an alarming speed...
Even if he could successfully defeat an extremely large and spectacular Khalasar tribal alliance and kill the supreme leader Khal,
But the remaining Dothraki tribesmen will also immediately defect to serve under another powerful and domineering new leader;
Or they can directly choose to break up and become several small independent Cass groups and then develop and grow independently.
And then through fierce competitions full of bloody killings,
As a result, a new generation of Khal king, a more ferocious, brutal and powerful new generation was gradually bred and cultivated, and came to the world to dominate everything!
Therefore, as long as this sacred, solemn, great and glorious city of Weiss Dothraki still stands and still exists in the world,
At the same time, before their nomadic culture and traditional customs, which have been passed down from generation to generation and continue to this day, with distinctive national characteristics, style, charm and endless charm, are completely extinct,
Then Dothraki will always constitute a potentially huge threat to the outside world. This threat will continue forever, never end, never dissipate, and last forever...
A cold and extremely efficient plan was slowly emerging in his mind: first attack the target that the enemy would definitely rescue, thereby luring the other party to take the initiative.
"What if... I choose to directly attack the sacred and inviolable city in their hearts - Weiss Dothrakis?"
Redd suddenly felt a biting cold light in the depths of his eyes.
You know, the so-called "holy city" without any wall defense facilities at all is the only remaining place of faith and spiritual support for the Dothraki people!
It is no exaggeration to say that it is something that every Khal on this vast prairie admires and fears.
However, if such a sacred place of extraordinary significance was invaded or even defiled by external alien forces, it would probably completely anger the entire Dothraki people, right?
After all, for these fierce and brave nomads, it is a great shame and humiliation for the supreme god in their hearts to be desecrated!
In this way, the many khalasars originally scattered in every corner of the vast grassland are likely to put aside their old grudges and hatreds.
We have to temporarily put aside our past grudges and unite closely to form an unprecedented super army, and come to seek revenge on us with great force!"
When he said this, Redd stretched out his right index finger and vigorously poked the point on the map that marked the specific position of Weiss Dothraki, and then added viciously:
"If you can't successfully conquer these guys in the end and make them surrender to me, then well... let's just get them all together!
This will make it easier for us to eliminate them all at once to avoid future troubles!"
This is definitely a thrilling, all-or-nothing gamble!
However, once successful, the rewards will be unimaginably rich!
There are only two roads in front of you: one is to use thunderous and violent attacks to inflict devastating damage to the enemy;
Thereby forcing the entire hostile nation to surrender, and in this way, a powerful nomadic cavalry force that is fierce and good at fighting can be collected;
Second, it is necessary to root out this serious problem that has long plagued border peace at all costs.
"It's just that the time is not ripe yet, and this plan still needs to be considered in the long term."
Redd took a deep breath and tried to bring his chaotic thoughts back to reality, "Let's stay put for the time being and wait and see what kind of outstanding performance Marcus will have in Sehoru Town."
In addition, regarding the subsequent actions that the Three Daughters kingdom and Qohor may take, we should not take it lightly either."
Right here and now, far above the battlefield in Northern Xinjiang--
Marcus personally led a huge army of 50,000 battle-hardened slaves, galloping all the way.
After going through all kinds of hardships, we finally arrived at the area near the town of Saihoru, which was being heavily surrounded by enemy forces.
Sure enough, according to the accurate information obtained in advance, the enemy camp actually assembled more than 80,000 well-equipped and well-trained Slak cavalry troops, and they were jointly commanded and dispatched by three extremely powerful Khal.
They were like a whirlwind, rushing across the plains at lightning speed, fully demonstrating the unparalleled mobility and flexibility of the cavalry.
Facing the solid city wall, they did not choose to attack recklessly, but cleverly used tactics, like a group of cunning wolves, quietly surrounding the entire town of Saihoru.
At the same time, some cavalry broke away from the large army and rushed like hungry tigers to the surrounding small villages that had not had time to retreat into the city.
These soldiers ruthlessly plundered all available resources, food, livestock, property...
As long as they can maintain the needs of the war, they become prey in their eyes.
This strategy of using war to support war not only puts the enemy into passivity, but also effectively weakens the defender's ability to resist.
As soon as the army led by Marcus appeared, it was like a boulder falling into water, causing thousands of waves.
Dothraki's keen sense of smell was instantly activated, and they realized that a fierce battle was coming.
The three brave and fearless Khal made a prompt decision and quickly summoned the most elite 20,000 cavalry under their command.
This powerful army gathered into a surging brown torrent and rushed towards Marcus's army with great momentum.
In an instant, thousands of horses were galloping, and the sound of hoofbeats echoed through the sky, as if they were about to crush the earth; the dust was flying all over the sky, blocking the sun and making the world dark.
This spectacular scene is heart-stopping, as if the end is coming.
Marcus was obviously fully prepared for the upcoming battle, and he had already planned in his mind how to deal with the enemy's unstoppable cavalry charge.
I saw that the slave soldiers he commanded were tightly organized together in a unique and extremely cruel but extremely effective method: