Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 141 "Hammer and Anvil" Tactics

Mulocao stared in disbelief at the carnage before him. The knights' crude Arak scimitars were utterly ineffective at breaking through the defenses, while the heavy cavalry, after inflicting initial casualties, immediately discarded their lances, drew their sabers, and used their speed to take several lives with each strike!
A Kadoc rider had his stomach slashed open with a scimitar, his intestines spilling out. His body fell to the ground and was immediately run over by warhorses behind him, leaving behind a pool of bloody, mangled remains.

Another rider's head was cleaved in two from the nose by a scimitar, his brain and eyeballs splattering from the fractured skull onto his companion.

The rider who was splashed was terrified and turned to run away, but was slashed in the back by another heavily armored knight's scimitar, his spine broke, and he collapsed from his horse.

"Bago!"

He shouted for help, but saw Bagor's head fly into the air, his headless body gushing blood, and his white warhorse stained crimson!

Flesh, severed limbs, and internal organs formed a horrific carpet on the grassland.

Ten 300-man heavy cavalry squares were like ten harvesters, plowing through the Kadoc formation from beginning to end, emerging from the formation, and then simultaneously turning their horses to regroup, preparing to plow through it again.

The formation of the five divisions of Kadoc completely collapsed.

Just then, Lajalo gave his final signal.

The messenger waved his flag, drawing two intersecting diagonal lines in the air. The signal was relayed to the flanks, and 27,000 light cavalrymen swooped down like falcons, flanking the already routed enemy from both sides.

The "hammer and anvil" tactic is perfectly demonstrated in this world!
Heavy cavalry is like an anvil, pinning the enemy in place, while light cavalry is like a hammer, striking the enemy from both flanks.

Mullo and the other Khao realized that the situation was hopeless and looked back in despair, hoping that Khao Dzeko would lead 30,000 cavalry to their rescue. However, they only saw that Dzeko's cavalry remained as steady as a mountain, showing no sign of joining the battle.

"Traitor Dzeko, I'll kill you sooner or later!"

Muro roared in despair, then led his remaining followers and fled.

Escaping the cavalry's pursuit on the plains was almost an impossible task. Mulo fled towards the Kohol Forest in the north, where the Red Sheep's three thousand slingers were lying in ambush.

Let them level up on their own.

Lahalo withdrew his gaze, waved his hand, and issued an order via flag signals throughout the battlefield: "Three thousand-man squads from each flank to wipe out the remaining enemy!"

With the Dzeko army still at bay, Lahalo couldn't possibly send his entire army. Six thousand tigers descending the mountain to hunt down the demoralized Kadoc lambs would be enough.

The light cavalry charged out, cutting the already routed Kadoc remnants into isolated islands.

The Kadoc cavalry huddled together, attempting to defend back-to-back. Lahalo's cavalry, however, did not rush to charge. Instead, they continuously rained down arrows from the perimeter, each arrow taking a life.

Only after most of the riders had fallen from their horses did they swarm forward, tearing the remaining enemies to shreds like tigers pouncing on their prey.

Blood stains the grassland!
Fewer than 800 men fled north under Mullo's leadership, while the remaining 20,000-plus Kadoc cavalrymen either died or surrendered. The scattered corpses, severed limbs, and entrails emitted a pungent stench under the sunlight, attracting countless vultures to circle in the sky.

Just then, Dzeko's army moved.

His more than 20,000 Slark cavalrymen, like a black tide, slowly pressed towards the Lahalo army. They were in perfect formation, their scimitars drawn, and every face bore a resolute expression.

The 10,000 Kokhor cavalry behind them remained on guard and did not follow.

"Reorganize! Prepare to meet the enemy!" Lahalo's order quickly spread throughout the army.

As Dzeko's army drew closer, and when the distance between the two sides shrank to 500 meters, to everyone's surprise, Dzeko suddenly stopped advancing.

The 20,000 cavalrymen came to an abrupt halt, and dust filled the sky, enveloping the entire battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, a loud voice pierced through the dust and echoed across the vast grassland.

"Rahalo!" As the dust settled, Zhekokao rode out from the army ranks.

Zheko Kao, one of the fiercest khao in the Grass Sea, was as tall and imposing as a mountain, with a long braid that almost reached down to his horse's back, adorned with bells.

"Lahalo!" Zheko shouted again, his voice booming like thunder, "The real Khao doesn't hide behind an army! Do you dare to duel me!"

Rahalo's army was in an uproar. Lazar was eager to try, but his competitive spirit was stopped by the image of Rahalo's sullen face in his mind.

Because he was disobedient, he almost lost a leg, and ever since he recovered, Lahalo has never given him a kind look.

He glanced furtively at Lahalo of the Central Army, gave an embarrassed smile, and made him put his armor back on after he had only taken it off halfway.

In the center, Lahalo looked at Zheko, then glanced at the 20,000 cavalry behind him and the Kohor cavalry in the distance, before spurring his horse forward, followed only by 500 guards.

On the open ground between the two armies, Lahalo led five hundred guards to confront Dzeko's twenty thousand troops.

No one found this disparity in troop strength surprising, because in Dothraki tradition, once a duel breaks out between khals, the army can only watch and cannot intervene.

Khao who goes against this tradition will forever lose his honor and become a laughingstock on the Grass Sea.

Lahalo and Dzeko stood a hundred paces apart, their eyes seemingly sparking in the air, the atmosphere tense and fraught with tension.

“King of the Grass Sea, huh,” Zheko’s voice boomed, “Your heavy cavalry are indeed very brave, but do you have the courage to fight one-on-one?”

Rahalo drew his scimitar and said coldly, "Zekorkao, I don't want a civil war, but since you've chosen to be my enemy, I will show no mercy and slaughter you and your khalasar!"

Zheko laughed heartily: "On the Grass Sea, strength is everything, so bring it on!"

Having said that, he suddenly spurred his horse forward and charged toward Rahalo. Yarac's scimitar drew a cold arc, aiming straight for Rahalo's throat!

Lahalo shifted to the side, and the two curved blades clashed in mid-air, sparks flying.

The two riders passed each other, each turning their horses around, neither gaining an advantage.

"Not bad, you can withstand one of my attacks!" Zheko sneered, raising his scimitar again and charging towards Rahalo. "But can you withstand this attack?"

"I'm curious, you clearly had a chance just now, why didn't you attack sooner?"

Instead of fighting head-on, Lajalo swung his knife straight at Dzeko's waist and abdomen.

"Ding!"

The two passed each other again, and Dzeko's golden belt bore another knife mark.

“I’m just waiting for the right moment,” Dzeko said, jumping off his horse and beckoning to Rahalo, “Get down and fight!”

Without hesitation, Lahalo dismounted and charged toward Dzeko in a few strides, using the momentum to thrust forward. The two instantly switched positions, and the blade sliced ​​a bloody gash across Dzeko's arm, sending up a spray of blood!
"What timing? You saw my heavy cavalry crush the five tribes of Kadoc, and you still dare to come here to die?"

Dzeko glanced at the wound, a cruel smile playing on his lips, before abruptly changing the subject.

“I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to change the fate of the Grass Sea!” He swung his sword sharply, forcing Rahalo back a step. “The Dothraki have only ever known how to kill each other, hiding in the Grass Sea and remaining stagnant!”
But you, Lajalo, you've brought something new, something different!

Rahalo raised an eyebrow, his scimitar slashing down towards Zheko's head. "So, you've come to join me?"

(End of this chapter)