Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 20 Wearing armor is a sign of cowardice

A few days later, in the central army tent.

Rakarlo, Jhogo, Quiro and Old Mosso sat around the campfire, with a large copper pot in the middle where broth was boiling, emitting a rich aroma.

The beef is stewed until it is bright red, the tendons and meat melt in your mouth, and the spicy aroma of onions and sansho peppers is very appetizing.

The ox horn cup is filled with bright red grape wine, which is sour and refreshing at the beginning. Tear off a piece of hot beef and take a sip of wine, and the aftertaste is endless.

Lazar was covered in Mili's herbs, and the bandages were still oozing with blood, but he was unwilling to be left behind. He ate with great pleasure, his mouth full of oil.

Just as everyone was chatting and laughing, the tent door was opened and Lahalo walked in with a bunch of objects in his arms. The collision of metal made a crisp clinking sound.

It was a Takahashi saddle, a half-breastplate, and a helmet decorated with a horsetail on top.

The Dothraki never use saddles. They are only accustomed to laying a piece of animal skin or blanket on the horse's back, because in their view, the flesh and blood connection with the mount is the symbol of a rider.

The knights of Westeros have long known the importance of a high-bridge saddle. If it were a flat saddle, the huge reaction force would often knock them off the horse's back the moment the spear hit the enemy.

The Takahashi saddle he designed can greatly enhance stability, free up hands, and maintain balance even when galloping at full speed. Whether wielding a sword or shooting from horseback, it can increase combat effectiveness by more than one level.

This half-body cuirass was designed by him based on Napoleon's cuirassier. It weighs only twelve kilograms, but is enough to withstand most swords and arrows.

As long as they wear these equipment, Lahalo's cavalry will have an advantage over other tribal light cavalry.

Even when facing the plate-armored knights of Westeros, they can attack and defend without being at a disadvantage.

According to Laharo's plan, the heavy cavalry unit must have at least 5,000 people.

However, it took three days just to create this set of breastplate, not to mention mass production.

But this is not the most difficult part. The most difficult part is how to get these stupid people to wear them.

Lazar and the others, upon seeing this, showed expressions of disapproval.

It's not that they don't understand the benefits of armor, but they have been influenced by tradition since childhood, accustomed to fighting naked, and even take pride in their courage to meet the sword with their chest.

In their eyes, this is the quality a warrior should have. If someone feels strange, they will think that the other person is strange.

This is the cultural and cognitive difference.

As expected, Lazar stood up first and shouted, "Blood of my blood, Dothraki warriors do not need these external things to protect themselves!"

Quarrel also stood up and echoed, "Lazar is right! The Dothraki are eagles of the sea of ​​grass. Wearing iron clothes is like putting shackles on an eagle. How can it fly freely? If it can't fight to its heart's content on the battlefield, it would be too frustrating!"

Each of them was willing to die for Laharo, so he naturally couldn't stop them from expressing their opinions.

Even if they are forced to wear armor, if they are not convinced, it will eventually affect their combat effectiveness.

Rahalo said solemnly, "I understand how you feel. However, our future opponents will not only be the other Khalasar, but also the Andari. Our fighting methods will need to change!"

He pointed at Lazar’s wounds and said to everyone, “These wounds are proof that if Lazar wore armor, he would not be injured!
By wearing armor, you can better protect yourself, reduce unnecessary casualties, live longer on the battlefield, and kill more enemies! "

Laharo paused and continued, "You all long to become famous on the battlefield and be remembered in history, but if you can't even save your own lives, who will spread your fame?

Only by living can you create legends! Only by living can you cut off the enemy's braids with your own hands and bring them back to Khalasar! "

However, even after Laharlo's persuasion wore out, these idiots refused to buy his words. Lazar, not wanting to offend Laharlo, hesitated and said, "Blood of my blood, I don't understand what you are saying!

I only know that a true hero dares to fight bare-chested, using a scimitar and courage to win! Hiding behind these iron sheets, what kind of hero is that! "

At this moment, a hoarse voice broke the deadlock: "The blood of my blood..."

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw Old Mosuo slowly approaching Rahalo and speaking word by word, "These iron shells will only make our warriors as slow as turtles!
We must respect tradition. If the enemy sees us wearing armor, they will laugh at us and boost their morale!"

Old Mosso's words resonated with others, and a chorus of agreement rang out in the tent.

"Old Mosso is right!"

"We don't need armor!"

"That's for cowards!"

Rhallor looked at old Mosso, the titanium head among these wooden heads, who had fought a lifetime in battle with his bare chest and was the most stubborn of the Dothraki.

If you can't convince old Mosso, you can't convince others.

Then, Laharo rolled his eyes, pointed at Lazar, and retorted, "Mosso, Lazar has a big-butt slave girl who gave birth to three sons for him. He can share other slaves, but he will never share that slave girl.

But according to the blood guard's oath, even the wife must be shared. Is this respecting tradition?
Also, I don't share my wife and maidens, so tradition isn't set in stone.

In fact, traditions are meant to be broken! Otherwise, we would only be eating horse meat and drinking kumis, so how could we enjoy these delicacies? "

The tent suddenly became quiet. Old Mosso's eyelids twitched and he was speechless for a moment.

The others looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't have so many twists and turns in their heads, and their eloquence was limited, so they couldn't refute it.

Lazar was confused and was weighing in his mind whether he should send the slave girl to Laharo's tent so that she could give him a son.

The banquet ended in a hurry, and Laharo sat alone in the tent with a gloomy look on his face.

What I just did was like talking to a cow, it didn't work at all.

The Dothraki people advocate brutal fighting with blood and the courage to live and die. He has been trying to persuade them from the perspective of survival, which they think is cowardice.

To put it bluntly, they are not afraid of death at all.

If it were anyone else, if they had such a good opportunity to get armor, everyone would definitely rush to wear it, but when it came to Laharo, everyone avoided it as much as possible.

He rubbed his brows, stood up and walked out of the tent. The night sky was dotted with stars. He walked aimlessly and unknowingly came to the blacksmith area again.

Several blacksmiths were still busy, and the clanging sounds were particularly clear in the quiet night.

Rhaharo approached an elderly Dothraki smith, a man of great skill and experience who had traveled the Free States.

“Jik,” Rhallor called him by name. “Do you think wearing armor is a sign of cowardice?”

These chapters may be a bit bland, but after thinking about it, I decided to write them because this is indeed in line with the style of the Dothraki. If their cognitive problems are not resolved, it would be illogical to wear armor.

Also, I beg you all not to keep reading. Within three chapters, Rahalor will invade Westeros!
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(End of this chapter)