Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 348 The Encounter with G. Doho
the other side.

Rob Rivers, clad in runic armor and riding a tall horse, led the Second Sons to raid the eastern entrance to Velvet Hills.

"After a month of traversing mountains and valleys, we'll be there soon."

Robert let out a long sigh as he drank water and looked down at his personal badge, which depicted a carrot resting on a longbow, carved on his breastplate.

As Prince Aemon's Runeguard, he guarded Laketown on the border of Myr, repelled invading mercenaries from the Three Kingdoms, and participated in the war to conquer Dorne.

Finally, he was personally conferred the title of Baron of Arryn Vale by His Highness the Prince.

Why not the edge of Longlake or Milton?

In the Prince's words, the land of Arryn Valley is more fertile, and it is also on the mainland of Westeros.

There may be other political factors involved, but Rob doesn't care at all.

Whenever I see the funny and unique personal badge on my chest, I feel full of energy.

Unfortunately, he hasn't yet come up with a suitable surname to replace He Wen's illegitimate son's surname.

"My lord, a cavalry unit has been spotted ahead; they appear to be Dothraki."

A young knight from the Second Sons' Regiment rode up.

"Did you see clearly?"

Robert couldn't help but take it seriously.

"I see clearly, there are no fewer than a thousand people."

The young knight was absolutely certain.

Robert's expression was solemn. After inquiring about the distance between the two sides, he ordered his second son's group to water their horses and rest, and to enter a state of readiness for battle a quarter of an hour later.

In war, it's always better to hold your ground and wait for the enemy to advance before launching an attack.

Upon learning that the other party was a Dothraki, and one with ill intentions at that, they had to be extremely vigilant.

Keep in mind that behind him was the Valley Knights, a force of eight thousand.

It's no problem to gather 3 to 3.5 Valley Knights by pooling the power of the Valley.

However, the valley was too far away, and the battle lines and supply lines were stretched too long.

After discussions among Lady Jenny, Lady Rhea, and Sir Horton of Red Fortress, Prince Eamon made the final decision to limit the number of troops to 10,000.

It facilitates large-scale operations and saves on logistical supplies.

Ultimately, first- and second-tier nobles and propertied knights from the Valley of Arryn, Runestone, Red Fortress, Heartstreet, and Longbow Hall were selected to join the expeditionary force.

Robert's second sons, who were in charge of the crossing of the sea, took the lead and were the first to cross the Velvet Hills.

Now they are facing the formidable Dothraki.

As the first major battle in the campaign against Kohor, we must win, and win decisively, to set a good precedent for the Allied forces.

A quarter of an hour later.

Rumble!
The sound of horses' hooves pounding the earth shook the stream, causing ripples to spread across the water, and dust and sand rising in the distance.

"coming!"

Rob's expression tightened, and he rallied his second sons to rush up a high hill on one side of Velvet Hill, hoping to gain an advantage by attacking from a higher position.

"Awooo...!"

More than a thousand Slark cavalrymen charged forward with strange roars and cries. Upon seeing the moving black tin-skinned cavalrymen in the distance, they excitedly brandished their scimitars and fiercely whipped their warhorses' rumps.

Having been used to ravaging the Great Grass Sea, they were not afraid of the enemy at all.

"Prepare!"

Robert raised his lance high, his booming voice echoing across the hill.

As the distance between the two sides continued to close, the Dothraki charged up the hillside, clearly regarding the group of black tin men as prey to be slaughtered.

"charge!"

Rob roared and spurred his horse forward.

It's only a distance of two or three hundred meters.

The second son's regiment started at fifty meters, accelerated at fifty meters, and after the speed, strength, and impact of the heavily armored cavalry reached their peak, they crashed down on the oncoming Dothraki from their elevated position.

"what……!!"

Accompanied by piercing screams, both sides crashed into each other, with riders falling and bones breaking, warhorses neighing as they rolled over, and blood blossoming everywhere.

In his first charge, Rob pierced through three Dothraki with his lance and charged into the enemy's heartland.

Turning around, the Second Sons, forming a triangular battle formation, followed him like an awl, tearing through the Dothraki ranks.

In contrast, many Dothraki were thrown from their horses and trampled beyond recognition on the ground.

"Nothing more than that!"

Robert sneered, discarded his lance, and drew his longsword.

Three thousand to one thousand, the number of people is superior.

Using superior forces to attack inferior ones gives you a strategic advantage.

The Second Sons' Regiment, composed entirely of armored soldiers trained as knights, was the most elite heavy cavalry regiment of its time.

The Dothraki were outnumbered and outmatched in terrain, and their riders were unarmored, making them as fragile as paper in a head-on charge.

Are the Dothraki strong?

The answer is strong, and extremely strong.

But if you ask where their strength lay, you can only say that the Dothraki had the natural advantage of the Great Grass Sea, with an inexhaustible supply of horses.

Each adult Dothraki rider would entrust one to three, or even five to ten, warhorses to a slave for care, allowing them to ride and change horses at will during raids.

In contrast, horses are a scarce resource in the nine free trading cities in the eastern part of Essos, as well as in Westeros across the fjord.

According to reliable statistics, there are three major origins of warhorses on the continent of Westeros.

The North, the Vale, Dorne.

However, even if the cavalry from the three regions were combined, they would not be able to defeat a large khalasar on the Great Grass Sea.

Given such a huge gap, how could the Dothraki not be strong?

However, after comparing the macro-level aspects, the actual implementation is a completely different matter.

The Dothraki had abundant warhorses, and their harsh living environment fostered a fierce and aggressive spirit.

However, they did not wear armor.

The Dothraki's fighting style was purely nomadic; when encountering the enemy, they would first charge with riders equivalent to light cavalry, and if they couldn't win, they would use ranged archery to kite the enemy.

Their bows were recurve bows, small and swift, which could be used on horseback.

However, in this charge, the Dothraki neither used bows and arrows nor paid attention to the armor coverage of the Second Sons.

That's no different from courting death.

"charge!"

Rob turned his horse around and charged towards the Dothraki's left flank, hacking and slashing.

The triangular second son regiment's formation split in two from its apex, with the other side charging toward the right flank.

The attack ripped through the already chaotic Dothraki from both sides, like a pair of scissors slicing open and closing wildly, leaving behind corpses with eyes wide open in horror. In less than half a day, the Dothraki were slaughtered and fled in panic.

Of the thousand-strong group, less than six hundred escaped.

"Stop and rest here!"

Robert stopped the second son's group, who were trying to pursue them, and remained as cautious as ever.

For cavalry, killing more than four hundred people in one fell swoop is already a remarkable achievement.

Especially since their opponents were the Dothraki.

He was quite satisfied.

"The Dothraki are indeed brave; many of them fearlessly drag others down with them."

A centurion from the Second Sons Regiment approached, his expression a mixture of resentment and sorrow.

A headcount of the battlefield revealed that the Second Son Regiment suffered 36 dead, 59 seriously wounded, and over 300 lightly wounded.

The Dothraki were like mad dogs; even in their dying moments, they would pounce on the horses of their Second Sons brothers and try every means to kill them.

"Let's take a break. We're just ahead of Gordoho. We'll probably have another tough battle to fight."

Robert offered no words of comfort, but patted the centurion on the shoulder, his heart filled with uncontrollable worry.

He was unaware of the situation in the eastern part of Essos, but he could tell that this Dothraki group was an ally of Kohor.

No khalasar has only a thousand men, and no khalasar is without grudges.

The area ahead, G. Doho, is likely to be taken over by the Dothraki.

If the second son's group wanted to pass, they would have to take a detour.

The Valley Knights will arrive soon, and we must not let them fall into the Dothraki's trap.

After a while.

The Blood Oath Guard fled back to Gödoho, and upon seeing Sysemkao, who had vented his anger, he dismounted and knelt down with a thud.

"Kao, Velvet Hills has been occupied by a group of Tin Man riders from across the fjord. We have been ambushed."

It's not that I'm bad, it's that my opponent is too strong.

"How many of them are there?"

Susemkao's face was grim, and he questioned in a hoarse voice.

The Blood Oath Guard glanced at Kao discreetly and said, "Three to five thousand men, all dressed in iron armor and riding tall horses."

"lie!"

Susemkao roared, his eyes bloodshot as he stared intently at his opponent.

The Blood Oath Guard trembled with fear, gritting his teeth: "I saw them carrying a red dragon banner with three heads..."

One second, two seconds...

Half a minute later, Sysemkao suddenly looked up and shouted, "Someone has killed our warriors! Follow me and kill them all!"

"Awooo...!"

Limited by the small size of Gödoho, the more than 30,000 Slarks who had just settled there roared and mounted their horses and galloped away.

"You should make amends for your mistakes."

Sysemkao glanced at the Blood Alliance Guards, then walked toward his own black warhorse.

The Blood Alliance Guards breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

Great, we've managed to fool them.

……

Velvet Hills.

Rob left a hundred men to cross the hills and send a message to the Valley Knights behind them.

He himself, along with the remaining members of the Second Sons, found a secluded path leading to the Golden Fields with the help of the guide brought by Pentos.

The path was narrow, allowing only two knights to walk side by side, with steep hills on either side.

Rumble!
Soon after, a violent tremor of the ground came from behind, accompanied by the distinctive, unpleasant howls of the Dothraki.

A scout ran back, exclaiming in alarm, "Sir, the Dothraki have caught up! There are at least twenty thousand of them!"

With over a thousand people, it's as far as the eye can see.

Even standing atop a high hill, the scouts could only see the dark mass of Dothraki cavalry through the swirling dust, their numbers impossible to count.

"Come on!"

Rob made a quick decision and hurried onto the path through the hills.

There is no escape by running away.

The Dothraki were light cavalrymen, each with multiple horses, and were naturally adept at long-distance travel and pursuit.

The second son's regiment, clad in armor and having just emerged from a major battle, was exhausted.

They won't get very far before they're caught up and surrounded.

The narrow and secluded path through the hills allowed only two riders to pass at a time, greatly limiting the cavalry's ability to charge.

The Second Sons can temporarily hold off the Dothraki as long as they hold the entrance to the hills.

He has already sent a raven to Nasa Star to request aid from His Highness the Prince.

At the speed of a dragon's flight, it will arrive very quickly.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The second sons entered the path through the hills, killed warhorses to build a fortification, and stood behind them knights holding oak shields and bows and arrows.

Rumble!
A cloud of dust mixed with grass and leaves rose from the wide plains beyond the hills, signaling the arrival of Dothraki cavalry.

"Ready, draw the bow!"

Rob's face was tense, and sweat beaded on his palm as he drew the bow.

Suddenly, the dust stopped, as if a sandstorm had taken a detour.

Even more strangely, the Dothraki's strange cries abruptly stopped, replaced by a chaotic commotion of shouts and neighing horses.

"what's the situation?"

Robert was taken aback, slowly retracted the fully drawn bowstring, and peered out to check the situation.

"Hiss!"

The next moment, a loud roar came from overhead, a shadow fell over the hills, and a magnificent, light silver dragon swooped down from the clouds.

"Dragon Flame!!"

Lannino was beaming with excitement, shouting at the top of his lungs.

A hint of mockery flashed in Haiyan's vertical pupils. He flapped his wings and glided above the Dothraki, lowering his head to exhale a mouthful of orange-yellow, silver-threaded, high-temperature dragonfire.

boom--

(End of this chapter)