Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 140 The Dothraki Civil War
The day after the full moon, on the plains south of the Kohol Forest and north of the Painted Mountains, two armies were facing off.

A gust of wind blew from the north, and countless braids and colorful flags fluttered in the wind. The neighing of warhorses, mixed with the crisp sound of bells, echoed across the vast grassland.

The Dothraki Civil War is about to begin!
The 30,000 cavalry of the five Kadoc tribes were arranged in an arc formation on the east side, their warhorses snorting and pawing the ground with low neighs.

Meanwhile, Zhekokao led over 20,000 Slark cavalry and 10,000 Kohor cavalry in the rear, watching closely and ready to join the battle as reinforcements at any time.

On the western side of the battlefield, Lahalo's cavalry stood in neat formation, their scimitars gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

From a distance, the east appeared as a dark mass, while Lahalo's army formation looked much thinner.

The five Kho of the five Kadoc tribes stood ready on the battlefield, swords drawn. The leader, Kho of Bagor, was a burly man with skin like sun-baked oak. His thick black beard was adorned with countless bells and silver rings, each bell representing a victory.

"Brothers!" Bago laughed loudly, his voice booming, "That sheep-man bastard who calls himself the King of the Grass Sea has brought his bastard army to his death!"

The other four khao laughed loudly, their voices shrill, and their blood oath guards joined in the laughter.

The laughter, like a tidal wave, reached the rear formation, and in an instant, the entire sky above the five divisions of Kadoc echoed with laughter.

Mulocao spat, "Drogo and Fogo were both defeated by a single Hersilaci, utterly disgraceful, and deserved to die! Today, we will baptize our warhorses with the blood of that Hersilaci!"

With 30,000 against 60,000, Rahalo remained calm, riding his black steed and turning his gaze away from the noisy enemy forces opposite him.

Behind him, five hundred Serpent Scale Guards stood ready, led by Jiku, with a messenger beside him holding a three-meter-long flag, ready to relay orders at any time.

Lahalo nodded slightly, and a messenger immediately rushed out to the front of the army, the red flag fluttering in the wind.

The flag was waved three times to the left and right, then drew an arc above the head.

Upon receiving the signal, Quiro and Moso at the front immediately replicated the action with their flags, relaying the signal back to the central army.

On the opposite front, Rigokao stared at Lahalo's cavalry waving red flags, paused for a moment, then burst into laughter, "What are they doing? Laying down their weapons and surrendering?"

Bagorcao raised his Yarak scimitar, sunlight flashing across the blade.

"Whatever he's doing!" he roared. "Warriors! Today, we will reap Rahalo's head! Blood and glory belong to the strongest! Charge!"

More than 30,000 Slark cavalrymen simultaneously erupted in a deafening roar, their hooves thundering, causing even the earth to tremble!

The army of the five Kadoc tribes slashed down on Lahalo's army like a giant scimitar!

"Now."

Lahalo waved to the second messenger.

The second messenger held up the flag and waved it from side to side in the air. Then, a miraculous scene unfolded.

As the five Kadoc tribes gradually approached, Lahalo's army formation flowed rapidly to both flanks like a tide. In less than ten minutes, the central position was completely cleared, revealing the three thousand heavily armored cavalrymen waiting in formation behind them.

The five units' charge showed no signs of slowing, but the riders at the forefront had already noticed the abnormality in the enemy's formation. The enemies who should have been charging straight at them had suddenly vanished, replaced by a wall of bronze and iron that gleamed with a metallic sheen!
"What is that?" Bago galloped on his horse, squinting his eyes, his smile gradually freezing.

In sight, three thousand heavily armored cavalrymen were lined up in three rows. The riders and their horses were all covered in heavy iron armor. Under their helmets were pairs of eyes filled with murderous intent. They all held four-meter-long lances in their hands, raising them high into the sky, like a forest!
These three thousand men were the Kas tribe of Lahalo, the treasures they had painstakingly accumulated over a long period of time, and were led by Lazar.

Lajalo raised his scimitar and pointed it sharply forward.

"charge!"

"Kill the enemy Khao and be promoted to centurion!"

The heavy cavalry formation began to move forward, slowly advancing. As their speed increased, the ground began to tremble. The three thousand heavy cavalrymen were like a giant axe, its blade cleaving straight towards the center of the Kadoc army formation!

As the steel walls opposite drew closer, a bead of cold sweat trickled down Bago's forehead, and he shouted back.

"Fire the arrow! Fire the arrow!"

The arrows from the five tribes of Kadoc rained down on the heavily armored cavalry, but all that could be heard was the clanging of metal.

Arrows struck the thick armor, but were as powerless as raindrops hitting rocks; not a single arrow could penetrate the sturdy defenses.

The Kadoc warriors kept firing arrows, but could only watch helplessly as they were all blocked by the armor and fell limply to the ground.

“This…” Bago’s eyes widened, a sense of fear creeping over him for the first time. “Are they even Dothraki? They have no honor whatsoever! They’re wearing armor!”

Looking at his bare chest and then at his shirtless companions around him, Mulokao gritted his teeth and said, "This is not fair!"

The unprecedented scene filled them with dread. Some riders stopped firing and stared blankly as the torrent of steel rolled toward them!

Lazar charged at the forefront, ignoring the rain of arrows falling upon him, and not a single arrow could harm him.

He held his spear level and shouted, "Brothers, we are the strongest warriors on the Grass Sea! Keep your horses moving at full speed and do not scatter!"

Lahalo divided cavalry footwork into three types: slow walk, fast walk, and running, with speeds of 100, 200, and 300 meters per minute, respectively.

The heavy cavalry did not advance at full speed, but maintained a speed of 200 meters per minute. Even the Dothraki, who were used to riding horses, would have their formation become scattered under full-speed charge.

During a rapid charge, the cavalry could maintain a uniform distance of 70 centimeters to one meter. The three thousand men were divided into ten squads of three hundred men each, with the front row of each squad consisting of one hundred men, which was about one hundred meters wide.

Their power lies not in their spears, but in the heavy cavalry themselves!
The Cadok light cavalry realized the danger, but inertia and pressure from behind made it impossible for them to avoid it!
"boom!"

The thunderous impact reverberated throughout the grassland. The first rank of heavy cavalrymen's lances pierced the chests of the Kadoc riders almost simultaneously, the sharp tips easily penetrating the flesh and emerging from behind.

The Kadoc cavalrymen couldn't even scream before being thrown away by the enormous impact. Some of their lances even pierced through both the horse and rider at the same time, turning the man and horse into a skewer of meat!
The second and third rows crashed into each other in succession, forming an unstoppable torrent of steel. The Kadoc cavalry were easily torn apart, crushed, and trampled!
For the first time, collective strength shone brightly in war!

(End of this chapter)