Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 71 The World's Steed, Kao's Kao

Old Mosso held the torch high and galloped on his horse. He could already feel the panic of the horse under him, but he clamped his legs tightly around the horse's body, not giving it any chance to breathe.

The Dothraki have an ancient prophecy.

One day, there will be a khal among khals, who will ride the steeds of the world, unify the Dothraki people, and form a huge khalasar with a territory extending to the ends of the world. All humans in the world will be under his command!
Thinking of this, Old Mosso couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly. He firmly believed that Rahalo was the legendary Kao among Kaos!

And he, old Mosso, has lived so long that he has even forgotten his age.

However, before he dies, he wants to see with his own eyes the blood of my blood become the khal among khals!

The target was getting closer and closer, and the huge monster was right in front of him. The next moment, he took out a clay pot, quickly lit the mouth of the bottle, waved his arm, and the clay pot flew out of his hand. The flames streaked across the air and hit the mountain-like body of the war elephant!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The turquoise flame exploded, and flames suddenly ignited on the war elephant's body!
Other soldiers followed suit by throwing Molotov cocktails, and a series of shattering sounds were heard in the center of the battlefield.

Their armor is indeed invulnerable to swords and guns, but the flames can pass through the armor and transmit heat throughout their bodies!

The raging fire devoured the fur of the war elephant, gradually burning upwards, with black smoke billowing and a burnt smell filling the air!
Burned by fire and scalded by iron plates, the severe pain drove the war elephants crazy.

They kept roaring and struggling, their trunks swinging in the air, their mountain-like bodies twisting uncontrollably, and their four hooves stomping frantically on the ground. The wooden towers on their backs could no longer bear the weight and were thrown down one after another. Before the soldiers could even get up, they were trampled into meat paste by the huge elephants' hooves!
Elephants are very smart. They can remember what they have experienced since birth, but now, they refuse to accept this new thing and turn around, preparing to return to the safest place where they stayed when they were young!

Now it was the Golden Group's horses' turn to be frightened. They neighed and raised their front hooves, throwing the knights to the ground. Then, heavy elephant hooves fell and trampled both the horses and the riders into one. The sound of breaking bones mixed with screams, and finally, they were stuck to the ground and could no longer be removed.

"Form a formation! Hold on!"

Bened Beilein shouted in vain, but his voice was drowned out by the chaos.

The next moment, the world in his eyes turned upside down, and he fell heavily to the ground, his helmet rolled to the side, and his mouth was full of a mixture of mud and blood.

He struggled to get up, but watched helplessly as an elephant leg as big as a bridge pier fell to the ground, brushing against his nose.

During his fifteen years of military career, he had witnessed countless deaths, but he had never been so close to death.

The war elephants passed Bened and rushed towards the infantry phalanx in the rear.

The soldiers threw away their bows and arrows, screaming and fleeing in all directions, but the war elephants did not distinguish between friend and foe and only charged madly.

Some people were knocked away by the elephant's tusks, some were broken by the elephant's legs, and some were directly trampled into a pool of blurry minced meat.

Blood was all over the ground, corpses were lying all over the place, and the air was filled with the smell of blood and burnt food, which was disgusting.

Baqu stood still as he watched the war elephants getting closer and closer, his white hair disheveled in the wind and the command flag in his hand drooping.

He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Perhaps his clothes were too flashy and were mistaken for green flames. The elephant looked at him in fear and decisively chose to take a detour.

The out-of-control war elephants trampled wantonly in the formation, leaving no trace of corpses wherever they went. The tortoise-shell-like formation completely collapsed!
A war elephant, engulfed in flames, charged straight at Strickland and Jon Connington.

The flames gradually climbed up the tusks, and the elephant's painful roar made his scalp tingle. Harry looked at the approaching behemoth, his legs went weak, and he almost fell off the horse.

He subconsciously pulled the reins and didn't dare to stay here any longer, and began to flee in a panic.

Old Motho took advantage of this opportunity, raised his scimitar high, and roared: "Dothraki! Charge!"

The long horn sounded again nearby, echoing over the battlefield!

"Woo...Woo..."

This time it is the order for the entire army to charge!

The Dothraki cavalry in the rear immediately followed suit and blew their horns, one after another, forming a continuous line.

The battlefield was filled with trumpet sounds, and Dothraki warriors poured down like a brown wave, their fighting spirit completely ignited!

The situation is reversed!
The soldiers of the Golden Group pushed, fell, and trampled on each other, thinking only of escaping from this slaughterhouse as quickly as possible!
The Dothraki arrived from the rear in an instant, scimitars raised, heads falling to the ground without encountering any resistance, as if they were in an empty space!
On the city wall, the governors watched all this, their faces filled with shock, as if the devil had grabbed their throats and none of them could make a sound.

The sarcasm on Eccles Varian's face had disappeared. His features had become extremely stiff, his eyes bloodshot. He looked at the Dothraki cavalrymen mowing the battlefield, muttering repeatedly:

"This is impossible! This is impossible!"

Simon Ruth's face was as pale as a death, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he turned his head away, not even daring to look at the tragic scene on the battlefield.

The other traditional nobles were not much better. Their faces were pale, their legs were weak, and some of them could not even stand steadily. Their previous arrogant demeanor was completely gone.

However, the wealthy businessmen headed by Leon Prestan were all delighted.

Laharo won the battle, so they must try their best to win him over and maintain friendly relations with him. Only with financial resources and military force can they gain an advantageous position in future political struggles!
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On the battlefield, the smoke gradually dissipated, the setting sun illuminated the earth blood red, and the Dothraki began to clean up the battlefield.

The Dothraki cavalry waved their whips and drove the surviving soldiers of the Golden Company together like a flock of sheep.

Most of these soldiers no longer wanted to resist. They had already thrown away their armor and weapons while fleeing. Their expressions were dull, as if they had lost their souls.

Some Dothraki also began to collect the spoils scattered everywhere, and piled up the soldiers' coins, armor, spears, swords, shields, bows and arrows in different categories, waiting for them to be distributed by the khal.

The Jakaran priests wore whole animal skins, painted their faces with blue paint, and walked around the battlefield holding sharp bronze axes.

The Dothraki believed it was unlucky to touch the body of a person they had not killed, so they had to have a Jakkaran do the job.

Their job wasn't to treat the wounded, but to chop off the heads of the dead and dying. If they found a Golden Company soldier too badly injured to move, they would strike him down with their axes, physically killing him.

These heads were piled together to form several small hills, emitting a strong smell of blood, which attracted swarms of flies to circle around.

This kind of sacrifice is part of Dothraki culture. Offering the enemy's head to the horse god and the body to Mother Earth can gain protection and frighten the enemy's soul.

(End of this chapter)