Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 77 A Real Man Faces Danger

Two hundred miles northeast of Pentos, west of the ruins of Geddohor, the Little River Rhoyne meanders from north to south, nourishing a flat, hidden valley.

This place is surrounded by mountains, has only one entrance, and is lush with trees, making it ideal for setting up a secret camp.

Traces of past human activities can still be vaguely seen in the valley, with abandoned stone huts and livestock pens made of rubble, telling the story of the former prosperity of the Valyrian Empire.

In the dry riverbeds and rock cracks, you can also see a layer of white or grayish white natural saltpeter crystals.

The formation of saltpeter is inseparable from nitrifying bacteria, which decompose organic matter such as livestock manure over the years to form saltpeter.

Laharo came here and established a collection point in the area where saltpeter was richest.

Slaves collected saltpeter ore, and after simple screening and cleaning of impurities, it could be directly used in the production of gunpowder, which was much simpler than making saltpeter soil.

The Dothraki collect small amounts of saltpeter to use in curing meat to prevent it from rotting.

But what they don’t know is that these things, which seem so ordinary to them, are about to usher in a new era of hot weapons, and their Kao will also go down in history because of this!

Outside the camp, the Dothraki cavalry were divided into teams of three, stationed within a twenty-mile diameter area for guard and patrol.

The center of the camp was surrounded by a wooden fence. Several stone houses that had not collapsed were reinforced and a thick layer of wet mud was laid on the roof to prevent fire. They became Lahalo's secret workshop.

In order to maintain secrecy, all related work is only carried out by strictly selected Dothraki craftsmen, and anyone else is forbidden to approach, otherwise they will be killed without mercy.

Laharo selected three careful and steady craftsmen, and after training them for a period of time, he handed over the task of making gunpowder to them.

The transportation and initial processing of the three raw materials are completed by three craftsmen respectively, so as to minimize the risk of leakage.

The laws of physics and chemistry in this world are no different from those on Earth. Magic is based on fundamental principles, and the formulas haven't changed.

Rhahalo appointed a Dothraki craftsman named Jingo as the head of the gunpowder workshop and only told him the ratio.

In order to prevent accidents, no metal tools are allowed to be used during the entire production process. All tools are replaced with clay or wood to avoid sparks and explosions.

The three raw materials have different qualities. After being stored for a long time, the heavy ones will sink to the bottom and the light ones will float on the surface, which will gradually affect the power of the gunpowder and even cause misfires.

Therefore, Laharo decided to go all the way and granulate it directly.

Craftsmen will constantly spray starch water while mixing to keep the powder semi-wet. This treatment will form particles of different sizes and reduce the risk of explosion.

The craftsmen sieved the agglomerated gunpowder on sieves of different mesh sizes, collected the larger ones, and slowly ground them in a wooden bowl until all the particles were about the same size, and repeated this process.

Finally, the potency of each batch remains roughly consistent.

After screening, spread the particles flat on clean animal skins, place them in a cool and ventilated place to dry naturally, and then put them into wooden barrels and seal them.

The barrels were stored in a special fireproof warehouse away from the camp, surrounded by wet sand as a precaution.

When the first batch of gunpowder was completed, Laharo chose a vacant lot by the Little Rhoan River as a testing site.

He ordered his soldiers to build a protective wall with sandbags and mud to ensure safety.

Jin Ge went to the warehouse and took out a twenty-pound wooden barrel. As soon as he came out, Lazar snatched it away.

"Blood of my blood, you told me that you could summon thunder, yet you waited for so many days."

Lazar looked at the barrel in his arms, bewildered. "That's it?"

"That's it?"

Laharo sneered at Lazar, "I'm telling you, this thing can help me get the iron chair!"

What he didn't say was that if the Night King came south in the future, he didn't want his warriors to rush into hand-to-hand combat with the wights. He never expected the Narrow Sea to be able to stop the wights. The Night King could very well be Brandon Stark, an old monster who had lived from the Age of Heroes to the present day. To underestimate him would be to play with one's own life.

"Okay, if you say so, then so be it."

Lazar nodded perfunctorily. He believed whatever My Blood of Blood said. If he said that these black sands could attract thunder, then it must be able to do so. If he couldn't see it, it was because of his poor eyesight.

Laharo carefully inspected the protective wall, patted the thick adobe, and confirmed that everything was correct before waving to Jinge.

"Where's the lamb?"

"it's here."

Jin Ge walked over with a few sheep tied with a hemp rope. All the lambs stared with their eyes wide open and bleated, not understanding what was happening.

"Tied them to stakes of ten, twenty, thirty, and fifty yards."

"Blood of my blood, we want to kill those Andari wearing iron clothes," Lazar couldn't help but whisper, "They won't be tied to the stakes obediently!"

"We're just testing its power right now. We haven't even started building the weapon that can fire lightning yet."

In addition to gunpowder, we also need artillery. Both are indispensable.

However, if we conduct research in a place like Pentos where there are many people and eyes, we are likely to be discovered by the enemy.

Therefore, cannons can only be cast in Gedohe.

Laharo walked to the center of the test site, placed the wooden barrel, and ordered people to pile a thin layer of small stones on it. Finally, he took out a bag of loose gunpowder and spread out a thin black line, extending to the protective wall a hundred meters away.

Everything is set up and all personnel have evacuated to a safe area, Rahalo ordered.

"Get everyone down!"

"A real man is never afraid of any harm!"

Lazar stood straight, shook his strong chest muscles, and the silver rings in his beard jingled.

"Just lie down when I tell you to!"

Laharo didn't bother to explain to Lazar and pushed his head down.

Then, Laharo lit the gunpowder cord. The sparks made a slight "crackling" sound and quickly snaked forward like a fire snake, heading straight for the gunpowder barrel in the center.

The guards and craftsmen all hid behind the wall, lowered their bodies with only half of their heads exposed, staring at the sparks that were gradually approaching the center of the explosion, their heartbeats involuntarily quickening.

Finally, the gunpowder line burned out, and there was a loud "boom" that resounded through the sky, which was many times louder than thunder.

A thick black cloud rose from the center of the explosion, mixed with soil and gravel, falling from the sky like raindrops.

In the woods, large flocks of birds flew away in all directions, the bushes were in chaos, and the war horses in the camp raised their front hooves high, pulling the horse posts to sway from side to side.

The smoke was gradually blown away by the wind, leaving a large pit about half a meter deep at the center of the explosion, and the wooden stakes were directly blown off.

The sheep ten yards away was reduced to scattered pieces of flesh and debris, a bloody mess.

Two sheep, twenty or thirty yards away, had their bodies riddled with gravel and internal injuries.

The sheep fifty yards away also had two or three bloody holes in its body from the gravel. It collapsed weakly to the ground, without even the strength to scream.

(End of this chapter)