Game of Thrones: The Wrath of the Sleeping Dragon

Hidden behind the shield wall, the Andal warriors and the newly integrated Rhoynar soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, their hearts pounding, and even their breathing became extremely heavy.

"War has begun."

As everyone heard the enormous roar of galloping horses approaching, their fear rose uncontrollably, and they involuntarily swallowed.

"Will I...die?"

A Roynar soldier who had recently surrendered was clutching his weapon, his voice already trembling with tears, when his captain slapped him on the head.

"Shut up!"

Everyone is on edge right now, and the biggest fear is that someone might affect the emotions of those around them, leading to irreversible consequences. Fortunately, this was stopped in time.

No one would be terrified in the face of such a scene, and would even want to turn around and run away.

However, the seasoned soldiers of Andalus knew very well that if they turned and fled now, causing the entire army to collapse, they would probably die even faster.

At that time, the Dothraki's sword will reap their insignificant and fragile lives without hindrance. Those who surrender will be captured and enslaved, forced to do hard labor for the rest of their lives or die in the arena.

The Dothraki, who were rapidly advancing, were about to enter the range of the Andalusian archers.

"Archers!"

The junior officers in charge of directing small-scale operations ordered the archers protecting the rear of the formation to draw their bows and nock their arrows.

"Prepare!"

creak—

All the archers of Andalus began to draw their bows, nock their arrows, and aim them at the sky at a 45-degree angle, preparing to unleash the first volley of arrows to deal with the massive targets formed by the enemy's large, clustered formation.

"put!"

Then there was a one-second pause, followed by the commander's order.

bang bang bang-

Countless bowstrings emitted sounds.

A massive, overwhelming swarm of arrows flew into the sky, then plummeted downwards, forming a blinding rain of arrows that hurtled towards the oncoming Dothraki warriors.

Chapter 111 Drogo

Because the Dothraki were a traditional nomadic people who relied mainly on plunder for survival, their level of civilization was not very high, and they lacked the corresponding smelting technology.

The Dothraki consisted only of light cavalry, equipped with arak scimitars and shortbows adapted for mounted archery. They wore no protective gear, including shields, helmets, and armor, and regarded armored warriors as cowards.

therefore...

Puff puff--

A dark rain of arrows fell down, instantly unleashing a bloody storm. Shouts and neighing filled the air as countless Dothraki warriors at the forefront of the charge were struck by arrows or fell from their horses. Some of their warhorses also collapsed to the ground after being hit by arrows.

The Dothraki's high-speed charge was noticeably halted for a moment, but the Dothraki, who kept pouring in from behind, did not stop at all. They also paid no attention to their fallen comrades, simply blindfolding their warhorses and urging them to continue charging forward.

Further back, the Dothraki charged on horseback, drawing short bows from their waists, nocking arrows, and launching them in a volley to bypass the shield formation at the front and fire at the Andalusian archers hiding behind it.

bang bang bang-

However, the Dothraki were undisciplined and their command was chaotic. They clearly did not fire volleys, and it was extremely difficult to shoot from horseback. Some arrows flew over and landed in the shield formation, causing some casualties among the Andalusian archers.

This is the Dothraki's way of fighting: when faced with a ranged attack, they rush in as fast as possible, and the pain they suffer in the process will be made to pay back double when the two sides clash in close combat.

"Hoohoho!"

Despite being wounded and bleeding, these Dothraki felt no fear. Instead, they became like bloodthirsty beasts, their bloodlust ignited, and they brandished their scimitars, howling with even greater excitement.

Rumbling--

The horses' hooves pounded the muddy ground, charging forward fearlessly.

Among those who fell from their horses after being shot by arrows, some were pulled back onto their warhorses by their tribesmen, while many more were trampled into a bloody pulp by the chaotic hooves, their blood and flesh forever becoming one with the earth.

"These Dothraki—"

Viserys, sitting on his horse, took a deep breath upon seeing this scene. He had to admit that these Dothraki were truly brave and fearless.

He was somewhat worried whether the Andalusian army, which was undergoing such a great test for the first time, could withstand such a strong impact.

This sudden encounter caught both sides off guard, leaving them with no strategy to prepare for. It was a true test of the soldiers' combat skills. The Dothraki attacked, while the Andalusians defended themselves against the rubble and ruins of the city.

"I hope so."

click -

The little king's five fingers, clad in steel gloves, clenched slightly.

His warhorse, however, restlessly sounded its horn and stomped its hooves, seemingly dissatisfied that its master was merely standing there giving orders without personally participating in the battle.

However... it wasn't just that he didn't personally participate.

Viserys's gaze was also searching among the Dothraki, but he couldn't find the Khal.

"Humph--"

"cunning."

The young king narrowed his eyes.

Legend has it that in Dothraki warfare, Khal Drogo always charges at the forefront. However, if the Dothraki were to actually fight like that, Khal Drogo would probably become a frequently replaced, disposable item.

...

Subsequently, this Karasa was about to clash head-on with the ironclad formation of Andalus' army.

The Dothraki, who had spread across the land like a vast ocean, were forced to shrink their formation upon entering this ruined city-state. They surged into the main roads, and their formation was forced to break into several groups.

The Dothraki at the forefront blindfolded their warhorses, giving them the courage to face the sharpness of the spears.

next second.

The entire battlefield seemed to freeze a second before the collision, followed by a tremendous sound like mountains collapsing and the earth splitting apart.

boom--

The galloping warhorses, carrying a powerful impact, brutally tore several wounds in Andalus's seemingly impregnable ironclad formation.

At the same time, the chaotic sounds of people shouting and horses neighing filled people's ears, and their eyes were stained red with blood. Everyone's adrenaline began to surge.

"kill!"

As the Dothraki broke through the ironclad defenses with their bare hands, their sharp spears, supported by the ground, effortlessly ripped open the bellies of the warhorses, spilling their intestines all over the ground.

The Dothraki warriors who fell from their horses were either mercilessly trampled by the iron hooves of those who followed, or riddled with sieves by the spears of the Andalusian soldiers who swarmed in from behind.

"Kill them!"

puff--

An Andalusian soldier pierced the chest of a Dothraki warrior with a spear.

The other person was shirtless, his bronze skin was covered in blood, his long black hair was disheveled, and he was emitting a rough, angry roar that was difficult to understand.

At the same time, he held a curved sword, wanting to kill his opponent even if the spear pierced through his body.

The seasoned Andalusian soldier gritted his teeth, released his spear, drew a short sword from his waist, and then beheaded his opponent.

The soldiers of Andalus were not particularly well-equipped. Unlike the Reach, which was wealthy enough to provide plate armor to some ordinary soldiers, the ordinary soldiers of Andalus were mostly equipped with light armor. In winter, they would wear animal skins to keep warm, and they would take off the animal skins when the weather got hot.

As for weapons, short swords were standard equipment. Every soldier, including archers and spearmen, had a short sword at their waist. There were also special sword and shield bearers who held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other at the front of the formation.

Because it is surrounded by mountains on three sides, Andalus is not short of wood, so it has abundant resources to forge spears and shields, which is why Andalus was once known as the 'City of Wood'.

Meanwhile, on the other side, soldiers hiding behind a shield formation and constantly thrusting their spears outwards were suddenly caught by a rope that fell from the sky and had its head caught.

"Roar--"

Then.

The man riding a black, long-haired warhorse outside had deep eyes. He then forcefully pulled on the bulging muscles in his arms, catching the man off guard and adding to his immense strength.

boom--

They actually pulled the Andalusian soldier out of the shield formation, instantly creating a gaping hole in the sturdy shield.

"Khal Drogo!"

"Khal Drogo!"

A deafening cheer erupted from the Dothraki, who surged forward through the rift that Khal Drogo had torn open for them.

The sturdy ironclad defenses were becoming somewhat precarious.

...

And at this time.

"His Majesty."

tao tao…

A soldier riding a swift horse ascended the hill where Viserys was, but he was stopped by Viserys just as he was about to say something.

Because he had already seen it all.

Chapter 112 Night

soon.

After half a day of fierce fighting, night finally fell.

The Dothraki, who were as bloodthirsty and excited as if they had been given stimulants, finally could not hold on any longer. Their howls gradually weakened, and fatigue gradually seeped into their entire bodies. Their feet felt like they were sinking into mud, and they could no longer swing their scimitars.

beep--

Then, as the retreat horns sounded from behind the khalasar, all the Dothraki finally began to retreat slowly, leaving behind the corpses scattered on the ground, as the last rays of dusk fell.

Andalus's army was already exhausted and unable to pursue the retreating enemy. They could only watch helplessly as the Dothraki with numb and stiff eyes withdrew from the battlefield.

"doctor!"

"doctor!"

"Someone come quick!"