The battlefield in front of Myr became a sum of colors: the black of the Dothraki Screamers, the white of Myr, the off-white of the Wolf Pack banners, the red of blood, and the black or silver of armor.
"And a variety of changing noises!" thought Gendry. The sum of the battlefield's clamor, the sounds of men, horses, and clashing weapons. Gendry and The Red Viper heard everything; it was the killing of man by man. Curses, imprecations, shouts, wails, prayers.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Low and long, the sound of the war horn rang out. Gendry's warriors could not be fearless in the face of death like the Unsullied, so war horns and shouts were needed to rouse their morale.
Gendry held his breath, observing the situation below Myr. The Grey Wolf's shield wall was slowly contracting.
The Unsullied commanded the taxi soldiers to form up, their Longspears like a forest. The dothraki's repeated charges had some effect, but fortunately, the formation did not break.
"I must seize the moment, there's only an instant of opportunity!" Gendry thought. His taxi soldiers were not Unsullied; only the immortal armies of the Unsullied, immune to pain, could endure eighteen rounds of attacks from the dothraki horse people.
But most of Gendry's taxi soldiers did not have such a physique. He had to attack before his soldiers scattered, deciding victory through a cavalry charge.
"The Unsullied are only a few people. The ones behind them are people who live in stone, people wearing armor; they are not my opponents!" Khal Jhezkahn, the leader, charged through the shield wall, past the Free Army infantry behind it. The morale of these escaped slaves didn't look like a fighting force.
"Charge a few times! Kill them all!" Khal Jhezkahn only feared the Unsullied's shield wall, not this reduced version.
"The Dothraki are indeed born Knights!" The Red Viper, standing on the high wall, also exclaimed. Almost all the forces in Westeros were primarily infantry, unwilling to field pure cavalry like the dothraki.
"Kill!" The Dothraki roared as they charged. Light cavalry was the main force of the Dothraki, with warriors using the arakh, Longbows, and whips. Even though they were delayed for some time by the muddy oil-soaked ground, the Dothraki still attacked, storming like the wind.
The trebuchets behind the Myr city gate were operating at high speed, huge stones falling like thunderbolts, each time taking the lives of Dothraki. And the Longbowmen on the city walls also sent their blessings of arrows.
Death was reaping lives, Dothraki lives, and Gendry's taxi soldiers' lives. Even with armor on, soldiers still died in the war.
The Dothraki Screamers had charged back and forth several times. The forest of Longspears in front of Myr extended from the shield wall. Most horses avoided the Longspears, nimbly dodging in front of the Longspear formation. But a small number of horses could not be controlled, charging straight in.
The horses were directly severely wounded by the Longspears, wailing as they fell. The Dothraki on the horses were also killed before they even hit the ground.
But the weight of the horses pressing on the shield wall also caused a momentary panic in the shield wall, with some taxi soldiers being injured by the heavy pressure of the horses. Later, taxi soldiers continuously reinforced the line.
"Hold on!" "Hold on!" Steel Fist shouted. The Wolf Pack infantry were the most elite, standing like an iron mountain at the very front. He feared those Free Army taxi soldiers; the battlefield would not pity them for the justice of escaped slaves.
The Dothraki whistled as they dispersed, showering arrows into the shield wall. Some Free Army soldiers unfortunately fell, never to rise again.
The Grey Wolf was still alive, and Steel Fist was still alive. Although some familiar Free Army soldiers and Wolf Pack soldiers had died, the Grey Wolf still led everyone to stabilize the formation.
"The rest is up to you!" The Grey Wolf looked back at the city wall, licking his dry, bleeding lips.
The Dothraki had attacked a full seven times. For the Unsullied, this was not a proud number, but considering they also brought a large number of free slaves, it was already an honor.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" "Boom boom boom!" The muffled drumbeats sounded, as if it were the judgment of fate.
Khal Jhezkahn looked at Myr's shield wall, which was still holding. Seven rounds of attack was already a considerable number. If he continued to wear them down, and if he couldn't break through the formation, then he too would be broken beneath Myr.
"The battle must end!" Khal Jhezkahn brandished his arakh, growing impatient. These people living in stone were also very troublesome this time. He regretted listening to the enticement of the Tyroshi; Myr was just a weak cake.
"Time's up!" Gendry thought. The Dothraki's morale was starting to wane, and more importantly, his own shield wall couldn't hold out much longer. Now was the time to strike a blow and give the Dothraki some excitement.
Gendry said to Brown Ben and the Arrow Maker, "Launch fire arrows to disrupt the Dothraki's rhythm!"
"The Knights of the Second Sons will act as the rearguard. You will attack the Dothraki's rear!"
Gendry, Longspear, The Red Viper, and Brown Ben walked down the city wall together. Next was a fight to the death.
"The Warrior will grant us strength!" The Red Viper said.
"I also pray for the strength of the Warrior and the Smith!"
"Pull!"
"Fire!" The Arrow Maker personally commanded the Longbowmen to loose arrows, aiming for the Dothraki's vital points. But now, change direction. The land in front of the Unsullied shield wall, previously soaked in oil, now it's unknown if it will work, but they still had to shoot intensely once.
A residual sea of fire suddenly ignited in front of the shield wall led by the Grey Wolf, but it was only a small amount; after all, it was not wildfire.
Although the battlefield in front of Myr's shield wall was already soaked in oil, the warhorses had galloped back and forth, and the ground had been trampled countless times. So, when fire arrows hit the ground, the fire effect was mediocre, smoke rose, and a small number of warhorses were startled.
The Dothraki were somewhat astonished. Such a small flame, was this all the Myrmen had?
"Kill!" The sound of galloping hooves rang out. Myr's cavalry also charged out of another city gate, fresh and ready for a desperate fight with the Dothraki.
Gendry and Longspear led the Knights out of another city gate, charging directly into the Dothraki ranks. The Red Viper followed behind them.
Six hundred Wolf Pack cavalry, eight hundred Spear Company cavalry, and some Free Army Knights. These more than two thousand cavalry were Gendry's most elite troops. There were also one hundred Dornish light cavalry brought by The Red Viper; they had their own uses.
A Dothraki warrior, overestimating himself, charged at Gendry. Gendry's warhammer heavily struck the Dothraki's chest. The warhammer smashed through the painted vest, muscle, and lung, instantly killing him.
Gendry, without stopping, swung his warhammer, striking and roaring like a frenzied butcher. Six hundred heavily armored cavalry, like a powerful punch, slammed into the Dothraki.
"Kill! Kill Khal Jhezkahn!" Gendry shouted. He had the best Dornish warhorse, the best weapon. He was the arrowhead of an arrow, a sharp blade tip.
Fierce battle raged between them until Gendry saw Khal Jhezkahn. The Khal was over forty years old; in terms of physical strength, he could not compare to Khal Drogo. But in terms of combat experience, every Khal was a formidable opponent.
Khal Jhezkahn also recognized the person in front of him, wearing black scale plate armor and wielding a warhammer, surrounded by Knights, he must be the king of these stone houses.
Khal Jhezkahn rode a beautiful dothraki warhorse, and as he galloped, the bells in his hair still jingled in the wind.
"Fight me!" Khal Jhezkahn let out a strange roar, then his arakh, like a crescent moon, slashed at Gendry.
Khal Jhezkahn's Longspear slashed with such agility and venom, as flexible as a leopard, as if a blur had appeared in the air. But Gendry did not back down; today he was like a warrior descended from heaven.
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