Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 78 Grass Sea Horse
The aftermath of the explosion caused the ground to tremble slightly, as if some ancient giant beast was trying to wake up from underground.

Lazar stared at the black smoke rising in the distance, his ears buzzing and his nose filled with the smell of gunpowder.

"God of Horses, above..."

He swallowed hard, and then a gleam of excitement flashed in his eyes, as if he had witnessed a miracle with his own eyes.

"The blood of my blood is truly thunder!"

Laharo patted Lazar's shoulder, with a slight smile on his face.

Black powder finally appeared in this magical world, and its power is no less than magic!

Even without guns, black powder itself is a very terrifying weapon!

Jin Ge was stunned, unable to believe that such a thing was made by his own hands.

The image of the knights of Westeros charging in formation appeared in his mind.

If such an explosion falls into the enemy camp, those arrogant knights probably won't even have a chance to escape!

He wiped his sweaty hands on his leather vest, his voice trembling with excitement:
"Even if it's detonated at the edge of the battlefield, Andari's horses will go berserk!"

Laharo said in a deep voice, "Jin Ge, tell all the craftsmen to shut up. No one can tell anyone about what happened today. We only have these 800 barrels until the next shipload of sulfur arrives. The quantity is limited, so we must keep them under strict supervision!"

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When Rhallor and his companions rode back from the ruins of Geddohor, they saw that the open space in the center of the Dothraki camp outside the city had been surrounded by people.

Waves of excited shouts and the neighing of war horses came from the crowd. When the warriors saw him coming, they saluted and stepped back to make way for him.

Standing in the middle of the field were five hundred young soldiers, the new recruits Mosuo had given him.

These children's worldviews are not yet mature, and Laharo believes that letting them follow him will help them better understand the world.

Along with them came a group of wild horses that had not yet been tamed.

One of the brown-red stallions was particularly eye-catching. It was 1.7 meters tall. When it saw someone approaching, it suddenly raised its front hooves, its well-developed chest muscles heaved violently, and puffs of white air spurted out of its nostrils, looking very wild.

The lassoes in the hands of the four warriors tightly tightened around the neck and limbs of the wild horse. The ropes were pulled straight, but the horse was still dragged forward involuntarily.

It seems that this wild horse is quite stubborn, and any man who wants to control it must go through a life-and-death struggle.

Rhallor's gaze swept across the eager crowd, finally stopping at Garlan Tyrell, who was watching the excitement at the edge of the crowd.

"Get out of the way, let me do it!"

Lazar looked excited and pushed through the crowd to move forward.

Laharo suddenly reached out to stop Lazar, shook his head, and waved to Garland, "Gallan, do you want to try?"

Garland waved his hand, a gentle smile on his lips, "Forget it, I'm not good at training horses."

He was born in the Duke's house in the Riverlands. Although he was a first-class horseman, he had never tried to tame a real wild horse.

The war horses in the Riverlands have been domesticated for generations and have become very docile. Most of them are geldings and mares. Even if there are wild horses, no one dares to let Garlan take the risk.

After all, if the Duke's son had his neck broken, his own head would have to be moved as well.

As soon as Garland finished speaking, he heard a sneer behind him. He turned around and saw Vera with her arms folded, staring at him with a sarcastic look on her face.

"A knight from House Tyrell would be afraid of a horse? No wonder he was beaten so badly by the Dothraki men."

Her voice was not loud, but it was loud enough for the Dothraki around her to hear clearly.

The warriors immediately started to make noises, banging their scimitars against their scabbards, and watching Garlan being humiliated by a woman with great interest. For the Dothraki, being able to tame a wild horse was the qualification for becoming a warrior.

A man who cannot tame a horse is like a warrior who cannot wield a sword; he has no honor or pride.

Garland looked at the teasing looks around him, his face burning.

After a moment of silence, he turned his gaze towards the fierce horse, took a deep breath, walked towards the warrior next to him, and said firmly:

"Give me the reins."

The warrior was stunned for a moment, then grinned and gave him the reins.

At this time, Laharo reminded: "Don't look directly into its eyes!"

Horse taming is a test of strength and will. Courage alone cannot tame a horse. The key is to consume the horse's resistance and build trust, and to know when to apply pressure and when to comfort it.

But it was obvious that Garland didn't understand these principles.

He had only watched other Dothraki train horses for a while and had learned a little bit.

He followed the others' example, bent down, and slowly approached the wild horse, and followed Laharo's instructions to avoid its gaze.

The whole process was like slow motion. When he got closer, he raised his left hand so that the horse could clearly see his movements. At the same time, his right hand slowly stretched out to the horse's neck, ready to stroke it to reassure it.

Just when he was about to touch the fierce horse, the fierce horse took a step back, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

Garlan was not discouraged. He stood there and waited patiently for a moment, imitating the Dothraki and making soothing guttural sounds.

However, the horse didn't seem to want to hear his confession. It jerked its head, broke free from the reins, and charged at Garland.

Garland was unable to react in time. With a dull thud, he flew backwards, drew an arc in the air, and fell heavily to the ground, his four limbs in the air, with mud flying everywhere.

The crowd immediately burst into laughter, and Vera also covered her mouth, her eyes smiling into a pair of crescents.

"Sir Garlan. Your Andari riding skills are truly impressive!" she teased.

Garland's old face turned red and he jumped up from the ground.

If he gave up halfway now, not only would he not be recognized by the Dothraki, but he would also bring shame to the people of Westeros!
Fight!

Thinking of this, Garland's face showed determination. He stared at the arrogant horse and shouted, "Please let me try again!"

Rahalo raised his eyebrows and winked at the warriors, who immediately understood, tightened the lasso, and kept the wild horse firmly in place.

Laharo stepped forward, grabbed the reins, held Garlan's arm with one hand, and helped him jump onto the horse.

Garland sat in the saddle, gripping the reins tightly with a stiff expression, looking even more nervous than a female driver taking a road test.

"Forget it, let's lower the difficulty level for you."

Laharo hooked his finger and ordered the warrior to bring him a rope, then tied Garlan's legs firmly to the horse's belly, which would save half the effort.

However, although it saves half the effort, the risk factor also increases by half. I hope that Garland will not become a cripple like Vilas in the end.

If that's the case, it would be better to let the horse crush your head.

"No matter what happens, remember, as long as the horse doesn't stop, don't let go!"

Laharo patted Garland on the back, quickly loosened the reins and backed away.

The next second, the wild horse raised its front hooves and jumped violently on the ground, trying to get the hateful guy off its body!
(End of this chapter)