Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 18 Roast Lamb and Beef Stew
The rising sun illuminated the golden fields. On the distant horizon, a huge cavalry team was slowly approaching.

The war horses neighed with their heads held high, the knights raised their scimitars high, and the warriors of Rahalo returned in triumph!

The edge of the camp was already filled with a waiting crowd.

At the front, Daenerys stood quietly, her violet eyes full of anticipation.

When Rahalo's figure came into view, cheers broke out like a tide. People rushed forward, touched his warhorse, kissed his leather boots, the old men sang majestic songs, and the women threw grass rings into the air.

Rahalo sat upright on his horse, scimitar raised, responding to their respect.

Then, he jumped off his horse, his eyes showing fatigue, but more excitement.

"Count the spoils!"

The process lasted from morning until dusk, and the slaves drove all the captured cattle, sheep and horses into the camp.

The soldier in charge of statistics reported loudly: "We have captured 103,000 horses, including 25,000 war horses and 78,000 steeds."

The soldiers cheered in ecstasy. To them, war horses were not only companions, but also symbols of wealth and strength. With this great victory, every soldier would make a fortune!
Laharo waved his hand for everyone to be quiet, then said loudly: "Meritorious warriors will be given priority to choose one warhorse and two steeds. Those who don't want them can exchange them for gold. Young people who didn't participate in the war can get a foal!
The others were incorporated into Karasa and kept as combat preparations, and the remaining share was made up by cattle and sheep!
If you don't want cattle and sheep, you can exchange them for female slaves and have children with you!"

The warriors burst into laughter when they heard this.

“And,” Rhallor continued, “we must find a time to hold a funeral for Fogol and send his khaleesi to Vaes Dothrak. We must do both without delay!”

In addition, there were piles of arakhs, bows and arrows in bundles.

Although it is not as good as the Damascus scimitar, it is superior in number and can be used as a backup weapon or forged into arrowheads or horseshoes.

Next comes food and supplies.

The dried meat of cattle, sheep and horses, as well as kumis, filled the open space like small hills.

The soldier in charge of statistics reported: "This amount of food and fodder is enough to feed the entire population of Karasar for three months! There are also over 5,000 cattle and over 100,000 sheep."

When the drought comes, the other Khalasar will be starving, but the Khalasar of Rahalo can still eat a lot.

Then, it will be the time to unify Caohai!
Then came the seized treasure.

Jhogo discovered Fogo's vault in the camp, filled with gold, silver and gems.

A dozen warriors carried huge animal-skin bags one after another in front of Laharo. They shone with dazzling golden light, and everyone couldn't help swallowing.

It was actually more than Laharo had expected, and the final amount counted was about 130,000 gold royals.

Rahlo received about 26,000 gold royals, and the silver coins and gems were worth about 2,000 gold royals.

It turned out that he didn't learn math well, but he would rather make this kind of mistake every day!
War is the most expensive business. Together with the 30,000 gold royals left by Drogo, the total is only 68,000, which is far from enough.

First of all, he is determined to obtain the Immaculate.

They are ready to die and obey orders without hesitation, making them the best candidates to form flintlock and artillery units.

One Unsullied was worth a hundred gold dragons, and all his wealth combined couldn't buy him seven hundred.

His Khalasar has 25,000 light cavalry, which is slightly insufficient to gallop across the Dothraki Grass Sea. Should he send troops to garrison when attacking cities?

It's like throwing a handful of salt into the sea. With such a small amount of troops, not even a single ripple can be created.

Moreover, the Dothraki were not good at sieges and could not take Astapor.

If we can't take Astapor, we won't have the power to attack cities, it's a vicious cycle.

In the original book, the main reason why Daenerys was able to trick 8,000 Unsullied from the good lord Kraznys was that she only had more than a hundred people at the time and was a little girl, and was seriously underestimated.

If it had been Rhallor, he would have come within a hundred miles of Astapor and the city gates would have been closed to him. Slaves would then have presented him with a thousand or two thousand gold royals and politely sent him packing. Benevolent rulers would never allow a Dothraki horse king into their city to play the pig and eat the tiger. It was impossible.

Therefore, if you want to be pure, you can only buy it with money.

Secondly, in addition to the Unsullied, he also has to forge armor, form a heavy cavalry regiment, and even build a city, all of which require real money.

In this land stretching over two thousand miles from east to west, there were more than a dozen khals, large and small, and he only defeated the first one.

He would use the wall charge of heavy cavalry to break through the light cavalry of other khals and unify the sea of ​​grass.

Winter is coming, the bloody comet is about to land, magic is reviving, and the White Walkers are coming. Time is a very luxurious thing for Rhallor.

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The next morning, a blazing bonfire was lit in the center of the camp, reflecting a boiling scene.

The Dothraki were dressed in animal skins painted with brightly colored totems, holding their scimitars high, cheering loudly as they celebrated this great victory!
The whole sheep was roasted on the campfire, turning into a golden and shiny color. The fat dripped into the fire, making a sizzling sound. The aroma was so fragrant that it made people's mouths water.

In this life, although Lahalo could accept the taste of roasted horse meat, his soul was very resistant to it. Roasted whole lamb and stewed beef became his favorites.

The Dothraki accepted all cattle and sheep, and followed Rhallor's custom.

Jhiqui walked over and used her dagger to cut off the most delicious ribs and forelegs from the sheep and presented them to Rhallor and Daenerys.

Only then did the slaves come forward and cut the other parts of the roasted lamb and distribute them to others.

Daenerys poured the strong wine brewed from mare's milk and honey into a beast horn cup and brought it to Rhallor's mouth. The spicy and mellow wine slid down his throat, making his blood boil.

Ser Jorah Mormont sat nearby, raising his cup to Rhaelor in honor.

He was middle-aged, with a precarious hairline, and looking at Laharo was like looking at a child, with no hair on his face and unreliable work, but this time, he was really wrong.

The fact that Laharo was able to defeat the powerful Khal Fogo with a smaller force was enough to earn his admiration.

Rhaha noticed Jorah and raised his glass in response.

Just then, Old Mosso slowly walked out of the crowd.

He was lifting a long-handled broadsword with great effort. The hilt was a hollow silver flame relief. An egg-sized obsidian was inlaid at the end of the hilt, revealing its sharp edge and captivating.

The crowd quieted down, and everyone's eyes were focused on Old Mosso. He walked up to Laharo and respectfully held the sword to his chest.

"Blood of my blood, this Valyrian steel sword has been a treasure I have treasured for many years. I found it among the ruins of the ancient Ghis Empire.

I imagine it was the sword of a great warrior. It must have belonged to a truly powerful person. Now, I present it to you."

Laharo stabbed the meat-cutting dagger on the table, wiped his hands on his trousers, walked forward, and took the sword with a solemn expression.

What a sword!

The moment Laharo grasped the hilt of the sword, the air even became a little stagnant.

Daenerys knew better than anyone on the Great Grass Sea the extraordinary qualities of Valyrian steel. The Targaryen family once owned famous swords such as Blackfyre and Dark Sister.

In comparison, this giant sword has a blade that is five feet long and a hilt that is one and a half feet long. It is simply unheard of. Even the greatsword like Blackfire is slightly inferior to it!

The blade was flowing with unique ripples, not from ordinary forging skills, but a magical creation unique to Valyria, a miracle of the interweaving of fire, dragon breath and secret magic.

Ordinary people would have difficulty even lifting it, but in Laharo's hands, it was effortless, as if it was tailor-made for him.

Suddenly, Laharo swung his sword horizontally. The blade cut through the air, making a sharp whistling sound, and he swung it with ease!
"Rahalo! Rahalo!"

The sword was given to the hero, and the warriors' eyes sparkled with admiration. Their shouts echoed throughout the camp, pushing the atmosphere of the banquet to its climax!
(End of this chapter)