Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 45 Turning Back and Shooting
Mays was stunned, then burst into laughter.

"See that, Randyll? These barbarians are afraid of the Reach! I told you they were no match for me!"

He raised his sword, full of vigor and determination. "All troops, pursue! Don't let any of them escape! Let them see the might of the Tyrell family!"

The horn sounded, and the heavy cavalry took the lead, with their hooves rumbling and dust flying.

Five thousand people shouted earth-shaking battles, raised their weapons high, and followed closely in neat steps.

Mace rushed to the front. He had seen the victory and the scene of the Dothraki being slaughtered!
Lando followed behind, feeling something was wrong.

Although the Dothraki troops were scattered, they were not in chaos. They even deliberately slowed down their horses and looked back from time to time to observe the enemy situation, as if they were deliberately luring people to chase them.

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Laharo led 500 light cavalry and galloped eastward along the Mande River for more than ten miles. He saw that the pursuers were getting closer and closer, but the team was also stretched longer and longer. The knights in front were chasing too fast and had already opened up a long distance from the infantry behind.

Laharo whistled, twisted his waist, turned behind him, drew his bow and drew his arrow. His horse was still running at full speed, but he was as steady as if he was standing on the ground. He aimed at a knight behind him and shot out a heavy iron arrow. His movements were smooth and flowing.

The arrow streaked a cold light in the air and hit the horse's leg. The warhorse neighed, raised its front hooves, and threw the knight heavily to the ground.

Another arrow pierced the knight's visor. The knight covered his face and screamed, blood flowing out from the gaps in the armor.

The third arrow hit a servant in the neck. The man immediately fell off his horse and was trampled into a pulp by the heavily armored knights behind him who were caught off guard!
Rhahalo never missed his target, and the other Dothraki followed suit, galloping on their horses while drawing their bows and arrows. Arrows fell like a rainstorm, and knights kept screaming and falling to the ground.

The Dothraki maintained this distance, preventing their pursuers from catching up but also preventing them from retreating easily.

Randyll had never seen anyone fight like this before. These Dothraki were extremely accurate archers on horseback, and they could turn around and shoot. Their war horses didn't even have stirrups, and they relied entirely on their legs to control the horses!

Watching the knights around him fall one by one, blood splattered on the spot, his heart ached. Mace, you made a big mistake!
Mace was shocked at first, then quickly turned to anger!
It's not that he doesn't care about casualties, but he can't accept them! Because every time a knight falls, he has to go back and explain to those grieving mothers!
The only way to comfort those heartbroken mothers is to get the head of the Horse King!
The more people die, the more we must catch the Horse King!

This is the only way to avenge the dead knight!

"Archers! Fight back!" Mace roared.

The knights looked around, but where were the archers?
None of these knights could shoot on horseback. The short crossbows they carried did not have enough range, and they did not have long crossbows, which could only be triggered by standing on the ground. They could only watch helplessly as the Dothraki rain of arrows hit their faces.

The heavy armor and large shields also made it impossible for them to use bows and arrows. The plate armor limited the angle of movement, making it impossible to draw a bow, let alone shoot while riding.

"Chase!"

Mace's voice was hoarse. He brandished his sword, flicked the arrows, and his eyes were bloodshot. "Don't let them get away!"

Landau rode up to Mace's side, looking at the ever-lengthening battle line behind him and the declining morale. He said anxiously, "Sir, we can't pursue them any further! Too many have died!"

"Shut up!"

Mace ignored Randy and rushed out with a kick of his stirrup. "I will capture them today. Anyone who dares to stop me will be an enemy of the Tyrell family!"

Mace's eyes were completely furious and he wouldn't listen to anything anyone said. Lando had no choice but to ride his horse and catch up with him, ordering his servants to protect Mace.

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Laharo was not in a hurry at all. He was waiting for the moment when the enemy's formation was completely scattered.

A full set of plate armor knight's equipment weighs at least 70 kilograms, which is equivalent to the weight of an adult. Adding the weight of the knight himself, unless he is riding a top-notch warhorse, he cannot even run, let alone chase at full speed.

When he looked back again, he saw that there were only about a hundred fast-mounted knights left in the front, forming a sparse straight line, a long distance away from the large army behind them.

Rahalo let out a roar to the sky, and the sound echoed throughout the battlefield. Five hundred Dothraki warriors collectively turned their horses' heads and bared their ferocious fangs to the River Bend cavalry!
The River Bend Cavalry were caught off guard. In their sight, they saw a dark mass of Dothraki sweeping towards them like a tide. They looked around and found that there were only a few hundred people left around them.

The hunter just now has now become the prey!
After a burst of dense bowstring vibrations, a rain of arrows poured down, covering the sky and the sun!
A knight was hit by an arrow in the gap of his visor. The arrow penetrated deep into his skull, leaving only the tail trembling in the wind. He fell off his horse before he could even scream.

Some knights died on the spot, some rolled on the ground groaning, and some horses were shot to death, crushing the knights under them, breaking their bones and tendons.

After several rounds of arrow rain, the Dothraki cavalry rushed into the River Bend cavalry like wolves and tigers.

Lazar took advantage of the momentum of the charge, raised his scimitar and swung it lightly. The blade easily tore through the armor, and a knight's head flew out, and a fountain of blood shot up into the sky.

Bathed in a rain of blood, Jiku clamped his grip on the horse's belly, his body pressed against its side. At the critical moment, he dodged the enemy's spear and pointed his scimitar forward, piercing a knight's breastplate. Unfortunately, the scimitar slipped from his hand, and Jiku immediately drew his long whip, wrapped it around a knight's neck, and pulled him off his horse.

A warrior followed closely behind, with a cruel arc on his lips. He raised his sword and stabbed it into the gap of the helmet. The knight on the ground could no longer move, and blood flowed out from the gap, staining the ground red.

Another fallen knight called out his family motto, begging to be captured alive and to buy his freedom with gold, but the Dothraki understood nothing of it and their horses roared past, trampling him to a pulp.

The battlefield has become a mess.

The Dothraki roared, the Rivermen screamed, and the ground was littered with corpses, severed limbs, and shattered armor.

When Mace and Lando arrived and saw the blood all over the ground, a chill ran down their spines.

This is not a war, it's killing pigs!
The Dothraki were like a pack of prairie wolves, devouring the Knights of the River Reach!
Lando ignored etiquette, grabbed Mace's reins, and roared.

"Sir! We really can't chase them anymore! If we continue, everything will be over!"

"Let me go!"

The fat on Duke Metz's face was trembling, and his facial features were squeezed into a ball. Although he said he was not convinced, he did not really struggle to break free from Lan Dao. Looking at the corpses on the ground, a trace of clarity finally returned to his eyes.

He got into big trouble!
Up to this point, the enemy had suffered no casualties, while his own side had suffered heavy losses. He wanted to avenge his son, but ended up killing more people.

Every knight who died, even the squire, was a son of a River Bay noble, and he had to give an explanation to their families no matter what.

"Sir," Lando urged, "stop fighting!"

Metz looked around at the frightened faces. Morale had plummeted to freezing point, and there was no way they could continue fighting.

"Stop the pursuit! Retreat!" Metz's voice was hoarse.

"We can't retreat!" Lan Dao said hurriedly, "Raise our shields and form a formation! Wait for support from the main force!"

The Dothraki were circling not far away, staring at them hungrily. Even if they wanted to run, where could they go?

Mace glared at him. "Are you crazy? It was you who told me to retreat, and now it's you who's asking me to form a formation!"

"Can't you see?" Randyll pointed at the Dothraki. "Retreat now and die faster!"

Randyll had seen through the Dothraki's methods of warfare.

Pretend to flee to attract the enemy's pursuit, use the returning arrows to continuously consume the enemy's troops, and suddenly strike back when the enemy's formation is scattered to eat up the vanguard troops.

Repeat this process, and by the time the enemy reacts and wants to retreat, they will find that they have been entangled and it will be difficult to escape!

Compared to these heavily armored knights who only know how to charge forward, the Dothraki are the real cavalry!
With superb riding and archery skills, they move as fast as the wind. You can defeat them but not kill them. On the contrary, once you are bitten by them, it is very likely that the entire army will be wiped out!

If the Man-at-Arms are the bison of the plains, then the Dothraki are the wolves that hunt them!
But even if Lando Tarly understood this, what could he do? It was obvious that Laharo had no intention of letting them go.

Mace had no choice but to give the order, and the River Bay Knights surrounded their horses in a circle, raised their shields and tightened their defense. However, as soon as the formation relaxed even a little, they would be hit by a hail of arrows.

Someone wanted to pull out the arrow from the armor, but found that the arrowhead had penetrated the flesh and even pierced into the bone. His fingers trembled, but he dared not use any more force.

They were like a flock of sheep in a pen, constantly praying for the protection of the Seven Gods. They had no morale at all and could only struggle to hold on.

Metz watched this scene with a broken heart and regretted his decision. It was not until nightfall that the infantry battalion finally caught up.

It seemed as if a year had passed before the main force finally arrived. Only then did Metz feel relieved and he immediately ordered the entire army to rest on the spot.

But when he raised his head again, he found that the Dothraki had disappeared from the face of the earth, leaving no trace. Only the corpses on the ground and the strong smell of blood reminded them of the massacre just now.

Mace looked around, his heart rising again.

Damn it!

What are those vicious barbarians planning?

(End of this chapter)