Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Like the Stormlands, the Reach suffered from a severe shortage of manpower due to years of war. Many able-bodied men were captured to fill the ranks. In addition, the Reach already had a large population, which led to a decline in the overall quality of the army.

"Everyone, line up immediately!"

Velas's younger brother, Garan Tyrell the Valiant, also realized why his older brother was so anxious.

He hurriedly ran down from the city wall, mounted his warhorse, drew his long sword, and shouted commands.

"Line up!"

"Get moving! Hurry up!"

Starshuttle City is not very large; the Dornish camp was previously set up outside Starshuttle City.

Last night's battle between the two armies spread throughout the castle, and now there are still a large number of River Bend troops outside Star Shuttle City who cannot enter the castle, so the city gates cannot be closed.

They didn't have the courage to abandon so many Reach soldiers outside the city, as that would be tantamount to burying the Reach's hopes.

"Leave the city!"

"Form ranks outside the city!"

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

"Hold the city gates!"

Velas, gripping the battlements, shouted his orders, and the Reach soldiers sprang into action. They grabbed their weapons and rushed haphazardly outside the city, forming ranks. However, before they could even settle into their positions...

In the distance, at the edge of the horizon, the rumbling thunder grew louder and louder.

Rumbling--

The first galloping warhorse appeared, followed by the second, the third... countless warhorses galloped together, their hooves slamming into the ground, kicking up dust and grass. On their backs rode Dothraki roaring warriors clad in animal hide armor.

They brandished their Arak scimitars in the blinding sunlight, the blades reflecting a chilling light, while emitting sharp, piercing howls.

"Ohhhhh!"

Like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves, it had an extremely strong penetrating power, spreading throughout the entire battlefield, coupled with the overwhelming pressure of a stampede of ten thousand horses.

The soldiers from the river bend had never seen such a scene before, and they all swallowed hard.

On the walls of Starstalker, Duke Mace Tyrell of Highgarden also looked slightly pale.

"Is this the barbarian army under Viserys' command?"

He had heard that Viserys commanded a large Dothraki army, but to the high and mighty Lord of the Reach and Warden of the South in Westeros, the Dothraki, who operated on another continent, were merely a legend.

Beside Mace Tyrell, Velas stared blankly into the distance at the endless, overwhelming Dothraki cavalry, his mind completely blank.

Although he was diligent and eager to learn, and well-versed in military strategy, this was also the first time he had encountered such an enemy, an opponent that had not been mentioned in any of the books that taught him about warfare.

No... I mentioned it.

Velas suddenly remembered a book he had read, and then a chill ran down his spine.

Four hundred years before the War of the Usurper, three thousand warriors of Kohor successfully defended Kohor against an attack by more than twenty thousand Slark warriors of Temokao.

After the battle, Temokao and his sons, all the Kos, three Blood Guards, and twelve thousand Dothraki warriors fell on the battlefield.

However, despite recalling the successful defense against the Dothraki, Velas showed no joy on his face.

Because in the famous Battle of Kohol, both the Dothraki and the Unsullied were on the enemy's side, the only thing that can be replicated is that they are now fighting with their backs to the city, just like the three thousand warriors of that time.

"Hold the line!"

Be brave, boys! Be brave!

Seeing the blank expression on the face of his proud eldest son, Velas, the Duke of Mace, who knew his abilities were rather mediocre, stepped forward as a father, stood in front of his children, and spoke loudly.

"Grip your spears tight! There is nothing to be afraid of!"

The Duke of Metz's brown mustache trembled slightly as he clenched his fists, his palms sweating.

He kept saying he had nothing to be afraid of, but in reality he was more afraid than anyone else, though he couldn't show it in front of the soldiers and children.

The Duke of Highgarden took the initiative to boost the morale of the soldiers, which had some effect.

Seeing that the usually aloof Duke Mace Tyrell had come to the front lines and was standing with them, the soldiers' tension subsided considerably, and they gripped their spears tightly.

At this moment, Velas, the de facto commander of the Reach army, finally came to his senses. He looked at his father standing in front of him, took a deep breath, and then spoke loudly.

"Maintain formation!"

"Raise your shields!"

"Spears ready!"

wow——

Rows of spears were placed between the shields and raised high.

I could feel the earth trembling slightly, and hear the approaching sound of horses' hooves.

All the Reach soldiers hiding in their shield formations swallowed hard once more, their hearts pounding faster with the sound of horses' hooves.

Chapter 535 Massacre

However, while the imagined situation was wonderful, in reality, the army in the River Bend was excessively large and bloated, and the command system and structure of this era were also very backward.

Velas hastily ordered a turn to face the enemy behind them, but it would take a long time for all the soldiers to receive the order.

The soldiers in front were still attacking the last remnants of Dorne's army and had no idea what was happening behind them.

The soldiers behind them were mostly newly conscripted recruits who had not received much training. It took them some time to get into formation under Velas's orders.

Even the middle ranks had already taken their positions, setting up spears and shields, while the ranks on the edges were still scattered, with some soldiers holding spears, unaware of where their own units had gone.

But the Dothraki did not give them a sufficient opportunity to adjust, nor did they give the recruits time to find their place in the ranks.

"Ohhhh!"

They brandished their scimitars in the blinding sunlight, howling like wolves, and surged in from all directions.

The Dothraki charged with incredible speed; when Velas spotted them, they were still on the horizon, and in the blink of an eye, they were upon him.

"For the sake of riding the dragon Khao!"

"For Khaleesi!"

Having witnessed Reyne defeat them while riding a dragon, the Dothraki revered the strong. As a result, Reyne enjoyed a reputation among the Dothraki second only to Viserys, and was regarded as a goddess by these superstitious steppe knights.

"Kill all those people wearing iron armor!"

"Tear down their stone houses!"

Kago drew his Valyrian steel Arak scimitar from his waist and roared angrily.

"Hold the line!"

"No one is allowed to waver!"

On the city wall of Star Shuttle, Velas drew his longsword and roared.

Then, like the rising tide, the endless Dothraki army finally crashed heavily into the Reach army's formation.

Boom boom boom—

One after another, strong steppe warhorses, blindfolded, rammed directly into the shield formation of the river bend army.

The spear pierced the warhorse's body, emitting a painful neigh, yet the warhorse's heavy body, accelerating and ramming, still caused the shield formation to twist and turn like leaves in a whirlwind.

The Dothraki warrior on horseback also fell to the ground, and before he could fight back, he was riddled with countless spears and fell into a pool of blood.

However, the Dothraki army's charge was not just carried by a single warhorse. The overwhelming number of warhorses and the steppe knights on their backs showed no fear of death as they charged toward the shield formation. In an instant, the Reach army's solid formation was riddled with holes.

The Dothraki were fearless in the face of death. They believed that warriors who died on the battlefield would become stars in the sky, while cowards were not worthy of such a fate. They were not worthy of being cremated and would remain on the ground as dust.

"Kill the man in the iron armor!"

On the chaotic battlefield, a Kasko from a tribe skillfully wielded a lasso.

He then seized the opportunity and threw it directly, accurately looping it around the neck of a River Reach Rider hiding behind a shield formation, who bore the Cenford family crest on his chest.

Then, with a sudden yank, he yanked the knight from the Cenford family off his horse, sending him crashing to the ground, dazed and confused. He was then dragged out like a dead dog.

All of this happened so fast that Sir Cengford, his face flushed red, was gripping the lasso around his neck so tightly that he was nearly strangled to death. No one else even had time to lend a hand.

And in an instant, a breach appeared in the sturdy shield formation of this river bend.

"Ohhhh!"

Upon seeing their foe succeed, cheers erupted from the Dothraki.

They then spurred their horses and charged into the gap in the formation that had been opened by one man, thus infinitely expanding the weakness in the shield formation.

The unfortunate knight from the Cenford family was trampled underfoot by countless hooves. His armor was crushed, blood gushed from his mouth, and his face was a bloody mess. He died with a desperate scream.

War broke out outside the city as the Dothraki attacked.

Meanwhile, the Dornish army remained entrenched in small areas of Starshort, including the main castle tower at the highest point.

Lord Anders Erenwood, commander of the Dornish army, had been in despair and was confined to his wheelchair, contemplating surrender, but unexpectedly, he found a way out of his predicament.

"There's always a way out..."

Count Anders' hair turned quite a bit white overnight, but when he saw the endless Dothraki army approaching, he immediately regained all his energy and spirits, became excited again, closed his eyes slightly, and then opened them again.

"Counterattack!"

"Tell all soldiers that reinforcements have arrived!"

Then, the Dornish army, which had been frustrated all night, charged out of the castle again.

"kill!"

They coordinated with the Dothraki army, working from both inside and outside, to recreate the Battle of Highgarden, trapping the Reach army in the middle.

Meanwhile, Earl Titus Baker of Starshort City led his soldiers to rescue his wife, but carelessly lost control and was pushed off the city wall by his distant cousin, Lesville Baker, in a one-on-one duel, falling to his death.

Velas Tyrell, heir to Highgarden and ruler of the Reach, felt a chill run down his spine as he witnessed the battle unfolding before him.

Although he loved reading and frequently traveled to the Citadel, learning much about military strategy from Dr. Nemos, a military strategist who wore an iron mask, scepter, and ring, he had little practical experience.

In theory, Dr. Nemos of the City of Learning should be the most skilled military strategist among the Seven Kingdoms, as he is a Doctor of Military Science, representing unparalleled achievements in this field.

However, Dr. Nemos, who had studied countless classic battles throughout history and was proficient in command skills and combat methods, never commanded a single soldier in his entire life.