Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 233 Nisha Nisha
The three days spent with family flew by.

During this time, Lahalo decided to execute two plans simultaneously. On one hand, he would return to antiquity to completely eradicate the followers of the Cold God and eliminate any future threats; on the other hand, he would dispatch the largest army in history northward to support the Great Wall.

On the training grounds of King's Landing, over 100,000 Slark warriors stood in neat rows, their scimitars gleaming in the sunlight.

At the very front of the column were twelve thousand heavy cavalry, commanded by Lazaro's most trusted Blood Guards: Lazar, Zheko, Moso, Lacaro, and Quello.

On the flank of the Dothraki army were three thousand Pentos Shield heavy infantry, well-armored and armed with advanced weapons, making them arguably the most elite infantry on the continent.

The most striking storm was from the artillery units.

Twenty twelve-pound Napoleon cannons and forty tiger-squatting cannons were mounted on specially made carriages.

Daenerys landed in the center of the arena on her black dragon, followed closely by Rhaegal and Viserion, and then let out three awe-inspiring roars.

The appearance of the three giant dragons boosted the morale of the army!
Daenerys will serve as the supreme commander of this northern expeditionary force and will personally lead the army to the Wall!

"Warriors!" Rahalo's voice echoed through the heavens, "The darkness of the north is gathering, the army of death is about to march south. But we will not retreat! We are Dothraki, and our hooves will crush all enemies!"

"Dothraki! Hear me!" Daenerys cried out in Dothraki, her voice echoing throughout the training ground. "A darkness unlike any we have ever known has descended from the far north! It will not bleed, nor will it kill; it will only bring eternal cold and death!"

We will fight on the frozen plains, we will fight in the ancient castles, we will fight in the scorched forests, we will fight at the last wall of humanity!

We will use fire and dragon crystal, with our indomitable spirit, to reclaim the world from the clutches of the long night. This is a feat worthy of being recorded in history, and each of you will be sung about for ten thousand years!
I am Daenerys Stormborn, the Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar and the First Men, Ruler of the Seven Kingdoms and Protector of the Realm, Princess of Dragonstone, Mother of Dragons!
I assure you, we will never yield! We will never back down! We will fight death itself until the very last moment, and we will never fail!
For survival! For dawn! For Rahalo! Dothraki, follow me to the death!

As Daenerys's last words fell, the air seemed to ignite. Thousands of arms were raised high, muscles bulging, veins popping, fighting spirit boiling, and the desire for battle and glory was completely ignited!
Their eyes burned with a fanatical flame, an absolute loyalty to Laharo, and a primal urge to tear their enemies to shreds!

They pounded their chests, making a dull "thump-thump" sound, as if beating the war drums for the upcoming battle!

The warhorse sensed its master's fervor, neighing restlessly, pawing at the ground, and snorting hot air from its nostrils.

"For Kao! For Khaleesi!"

The shouts converged into an unstoppable torrent; death, to them, was nothing more than another glorious hunt.

"Hajas! Hajas!" (Death! Death!)

With everything ready and the army about to depart, Rahalo bid his final farewell to his loved ones.

Margaery Tyrell embraced him tightly, her eyes filled with tears: "I will pray to the gods for you, and you will surely return safely!"

Daenerys walked up to him, her violet eyes filled with deep affection. "Wherever you go, no matter how much time passes, I will wait for you to return, my Sun and Star."

As the horns sounded, the massive army began its march north: over 80,000 Slark warriors, 3,000 Pentos Shields, 3,000 Lazarin grenadiers, 60 cannons, and 3 dragons.

In addition, there is a Valyrian cannon that will be transported from Pentos directly to White Harbor, and then overland to the Wall.

Lahalo stood on the city wall, watching the army depart until the last flag disappeared on the horizon. Now, it was time to begin his own journey.

Migo carried him soaring into the sky, past the advancing army, and a few days later they arrived at the Godswood of Winterfell, where Rahallo, Bran, and Melisandre began an unprecedented time-travel ritual.

...

After a grueling fifty-day march, Daenerys's army finally reached the Wall.

When the 700-foot-high ice wall appeared on the horizon, everyone was deeply awestruck by its grandeur.

Today, this is not only an ice wall, but also the front line for humanity to resist the coming of the long night.

Jon Snow had been waiting on the Wall for a long time.

The Lord Commander of the Night's Watch looked more weary than ever before, his black hair disheveled, his face gaunt, and his black Night's Watch cloak covered in snowflakes. But when he saw the three dragons circling in the sky, hope rekindled in his eyes.

Standing beside him were "Melancholy Eddie" Eddie Toretto, Ranger Captain "Iron Hand Dane", young Olard Wyn, and Piper, a maester from Oldtown and a friend of Samwell Tarly.

A little further away, the leaders of the savages also gathered beneath the Wall. Among them were Tormund the Giant Slayer, Rick the Spear and his wife Munda, Shagwell the Rattlesnake, the Weeping Man, and the Little Bird, among other savage chieftains.

Although they were once enemies of the Night's Watch, they have now become allies in the face of a common threat, though their relationship is not harmonious.

“Your Majesty,” Jon stepped forward to greet Daenerys, his voice filled with deep gratitude, “you have finally arrived.”

Daenerys dismounted from Haron's back. "Commander, I have brought 100,000 men. The armies of the other lords should be on their way as well."

“Thank you for your sacrifices for humanity,” Jon said.

“I wrote to King’s Landing describing the threat of the White Walkers. But Queen Regent Cersei and King Joffrey completely ignored my warnings, believing it was just a story made up by the Night’s Watch. Only His Majesty Laharlal recognized the seriousness of the problem and sent a large army.”

Jon Snow led Daenerys to the Wall, from where they could overlook a vast area of ​​the northern wastelands. They could even see the footprints left by the wight army in the distance.

“According to the scouts,” Jon pointed north, “the enemy force is larger than we imagined. Hundreds of zombie mammoths, each twice the size of a normal mammoth, and thousands of zombie giants, taller than three stories high, strong enough to shake the city walls. And then there are the ordinary wights…”

He swallowed hard. "The quantity is incalculable. Like a tidal wave, it has filled the valleys and plains of the north."

As Daenerys listened to the report, a sense of unease rose within her. "How many troops do you have left?" she asked.

“Nine hundred and thirty-seven Night’s Watchmen,” Jon said. “Three thousand Wildlings. That’s all the strength we have.”

At this moment, Baqu approached. "Your Majesty," he saluted, "the artillery units are ready, and the artillery positions have been surveyed. When will we begin setting them up?"

“Let me see your plan,” Daenerys said.

Baqu unfolded a detailed map, which marked the terrain around the Great Wall and the locations of artillery deployments:

"The Great Wall is too high, and accuracy cannot be guaranteed, so I have decided to build two three-meter-high bastions beneath the Great Wall, modeled after the Gatoh Bastion, and deploy twenty twelve-pounder cannons on them,"

He pointed to the map. “These two positions can provide crossfire. The effective range of the cannons is 1680 yards. Within this radius, we can ensure that there are two cannons available at every angle.” “The Tiger Crouching Cannon has a shorter range, only about 85 yards, but its shot is extremely powerful and can effectively inflict area damage on the ghouls,” Baqu explained. “I plan to deploy them above the Great Wall, at various passageways, and at key defensive points such as corners. If the enemy breaks through the outer defenses, the Tiger Crouching Cannons can conduct close-range concentrated attacks.”

Jon curiously observed the enormous iron pipe being pulled by eight packhorses, while the Night's Watch, dressed in black robes, and wildlings clad in various animal skins surrounded it, commenting on it.

"Can these cannons really shoot that far?"

“I can demonstrate it for you,” Baqu said.

Under his command, a 12-pounder cannon was unloaded from a wagon and pushed to the foot of the Great Wall. The gunners skillfully loaded the ammunition and then aimed at a distant target, a pile of snow.

"Fire!" Baqu shouted the order.

boom!
The deafening roar of artillery fire echoed through the sky, and shells whistled towards their targets. When the smoke cleared, the snowdrifts had vanished, leaving behind a huge crater.

Jon Snow and the Night's Watchmen present were speechless with shock; the power far surpassed any weapon they had ever seen.

The savages reacted even more violently. Tormund's eyes widened, and Redbeard was bewildered in the wind: "Damn it! What kind of magic is this?"

“If we had enough of these weapons,” Jon murmured, “maybe we really have a chance to defeat the army of wights.”

At the same time, various units began to deploy.

As commander, Mosso deployed archers to the Wall for defense, while heavy cavalry were positioned behind the Wall. Their role was not vanguard but reserve, to wait for the enemy's offensive to weaken before launching a counterattack.

Dzeko, Lazar, and Lacaloquelo are each in charge of different areas.

The heavy infantry of the Shield of Pentos and the Lazarin grenadiers were responsible for holding the city gates. The entire defense system formed a three-dimensional firepower network, with specialized troops responsible for each link, from long-range artillery fire to close combat.

As night fell, Jon accompanied Daenerys to the highest point of the Wall. Looking down, the campfires seemed to twinkle like stars across the plains below.
“We have the best warriors and the most powerful weapons, but is that enough?” Daenerys said frankly. “The Night King is no ordinary enemy. If we cannot eliminate him completely, then all our efforts will be in vain.”

Jon paused for a moment, then said, "Then let's trust Laharo. If he says he has a way to completely eliminate this threat, then we'll buy him some time."

“Yes,” Daenerys said, placing her hand on her belly and feeling the little life inside. “We must buy him time, no matter the cost.”

...

Meanwhile, in the distant past, Rahalo had just accomplished the feat of traveling through time.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a completely different world, in the area where, according to legend, Azor Ahai was supposed to be.

This is the peak of the first long night, the world shrouded in supernatural cold and darkness. The sun is nowhere to be seen in the sky, only faint glimmers of light filtering through the thick clouds and falling upon the earth.

Rahalo exhaled a breath of frosty white air, raised his hand, and looked at his palm, which was red from the cold.

The temperature here is probably close to minus forty degrees Celsius. The ground is frozen, the rivers are frozen solid, and the dense forests have turned into white ice sculptures.

On the ice plains, one can occasionally see giant ice spiders slowly crawling, their bodies as large as a carriage, their eight legs as sharp as spears.

Fortunately, as soon as Lahalo's skin came into contact with the cold, the flames from the ancient book began to burn fiercely within him.

He must find Azor Ahai and Nisha Nisha as soon as possible, and find her brother, and follow the clues to kill the Cold God and her only representative in the world.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of unease and looked towards the distant north. It was a sixth sense, mysterious and profound, yet so real.

So he set off northwards, beginning his long journey through this frozen world.

They encountered many dangers along the way: hungry packs of glacial wolves, wandering primal ghouls, and giant ice spiders that would suddenly leap out of the snow to attack any living creature.

But the most dangerous thing is the extreme cold itself.

The bitter cold here is not just physical, but also mental. It erodes one's will, plunging one into endless despair and madness.

After trekking for two days, Lahalo finally discovered traces of human activity in a snow-covered valley.

A thin column of smoke rose from the depths of the valley. Rahalo perked up and walked toward the smoke, leaving a trail of deep footprints behind him.

This is a group of caves covered in ice and snow. At the entrance, several campfires are burning, and a few ancestors wrapped in thick animal furs are keeping watch by the fires. When they see Lahaluo, their eyes are filled with vigilance.

"Halt!" A guard raised his spear. "Who are you? Why are you wandering around alone?"

"I am not the enemy! I have seen the illusion in the flames!"

Rahalo raised his hands to indicate that he was not hostile: “I come from a faraway place, and I am looking for Azor Ahai and Nisha Nisha.”

Upon hearing those two names, the guards' expressions changed instantly. They exchanged glances, and one of them ran into the cave. Shortly afterward, a tall figure emerged from the cave.

The man in sight was a middle-aged man, slightly thin, with bloodshot eyes and hands covered in burn scars.

Legendary blacksmith, legendary warrior, Azor Ahai!
"Another one claiming to have seen the vision of fire?" Azor Ahai's voice was tinged with suspicion. "Is he a spy sent by the enemy?"

“I am not a spy, my name is Rahalo,” Rahalo explained. “I know you are forging a sacred weapon to kill the enemy and end the long night!”

A flicker of surprise crossed Azor Ahai's eyes: "How do you know all this?"

“I come from the distant future, and in my time, legends about you and Nisha Nisha circulated everywhere. But I also know that you ultimately succeeded,” Rahalo paused, then continued, “Well, perhaps it can’t be called success, because in my time, the long night was about to return, which is why I came here to ask you for help.”

Just then, Lahalo sensed a warm body deep within the cave, the same as the flame within his own, moving outwards. Soon after, a woman's figure appeared at the entrance.

She was dressed in a red robe, with red hair and red eyes. Her long hair flowed slowly behind her like flames. Raholo could clearly sense that she was Nissa Nissa, the first agent of the Lord of Light, Raholo, on Earth!

(End of this chapter)