"Coward! A milk-drinker hiding in an iron box, a coward!" Khal Jhaqo cursed, his black eyes filled with rage. The Dothraki despised those who lived in stone houses and wore armor.
Khal Jhaqo brandished the silver arakh in his hand, the bells on his thick, black braid clattering. Khal Jhaqo's arakh was half sword, half scythe, with a long, razor-sharp blade.
"Die!" Khal Jhaqo attacked Gendry like a storm, his blade flashing, his curses unending.
Khal Jhaqo's curved blade drew an arc but did not cut into Gendry's waist. Gendry's warhammer and armor blocked the Khal's attack.
The leader of the Wolf Pack Knights wielded his Longspear, while Gilo Reha, the commander of the Spear Company, wielded his longsword. Gendry's silent companions, meanwhile, attacked Khal Jhaqo's two Blood Riders. The Blood Riders were like the Khal's own limbs, equally fierce and skilled in battle.
Grey Wolf and Steel Fist left a portion of their men to clear the battlefield, while the rest of the infantry lines advanced together, harvesting the Dothraki alongside the cavalry of the Wolf Pack, Free Army, and Spear Company.
Gendry wore black scale plate armor, his armor being the most refined, with a helmet, gorget, and black scale plate armor. The Knights of the Wolf Pack Company were similarly equipped; these heavily armored Knights were expensive but sufficient to deal with the headlong charges of the Dothraki Screamers.
The Dothraki Khals favored this charging tactic, seemingly lacking any sophisticated strategies. But now, the short, decisive charges of the heavily armored Knights were proving effective. This was not the Dothraki Sea; this was Myr.
Gendry, clad in heavy armor and wielding a warhammer, defended calmly. The arakh was indeed suitable for slashing, making it easy to inflict deep, long wounds from horseback. But Gendry's black scale plate armor offered a degree of resistance to the blade's sharpness.
"Only a coward hides in iron armor!" Khal Jhaqo roared, his arakh dancing like heavy rain, dazzling and whistling.
Dothraki duels involved no armor, only bloody combat, where Dothraki Screamers attacked each other, their arakhs splitting spines and bellies. Blood, death, dismemberment, and death-cries—that was the Dothraki battlefield.
Of course, Khal Jhaqo wasn't entirely foolish. Although he wore no armor, Khal Jhaqo tried to find the vulnerable points where the armor plates connected. Originally, the armpits, elbows, knees, and the joints beneath the arms were the weakest points of heavy plate armor, but Gendry's black scale plate armor was refined enough to protect all these areas.
Gendry's dense defense caused Khal Jhaqo's attacks to largely miss, and when they occasionally struck his body, they merely bounced off Gendry's black scale plate armor in vain.
But Gendry's heavy hammer, during his defensive counterattacks, occasionally struck Khal Jhaqo's bones and muscles, causing Khal Jhaqo's blood to surge. The continuous clang of steel and the scorching flames of battle seemed to engulf them both.
Strength against strength, speed against speed, Gendry did not fear Khal Jhaqo, especially since Gendry also had armor protection. Gendry quickly figured out Khal Jhaqo's fighting style and strength.
Khal Jhaqo, having emerged victorious among six or seven thousand Screaming Warriors, was a respectable opponent, but Gendry intended to surpass the Khal.
"This coward will slaughter you, Khal," Gendry defended calmly. Gendry felt as if he possessed endless strength. A warrior should be as firm as a rock and as fierce as a storm. He used his warhammer to parry every strike.
Jhaqo, after all, was a Khal past forty; battle experience could not compensate for the decline in his strength. Gendry slowly detected a hint of fear in Khal Jhaqo's eyes. Khals only occasionally clashed with armored Knights; they were not very familiar with this tactic.
"There's no retreat now!" The situation was beginning to turn sour, and the Khal was anxious. But Dothraki Screamers hated losers, which was why the previous Khal who died beneath Qohor had insisted on fighting the Unsullied to the death.
The longer Khal Jhaqo fought, the more his heart trembled. The power of the warhammer felt like a thousand pounds; Jhaqo clashed a few times and felt his muscles ache, yet his opponent grew stronger with each blow. Besides Khal Drogo, Khal Jhaqo had always considered himself invincible, but he was destined to apologize for his arrogance.
"Take off your armor! Duel me!" Khal Jhaqo cursed.
Gendry looked coldly at Khal Jhaqo. The warrior still stood behind him.
"My advantages: strength, and armor." Gendry's heavy hammer and Khal Jhaqo's curved blade clashed. Gendry's attacks were fiercer and more powerful.
Gendry felt like a newly forged sword, growing brighter and brighter.
"Clang! Clang!" Khal Jhaqo attacked in a fit of rage, but could not break through Gendry's defense. Occasionally, an attack would strike the black armor, but as long as it was in a safe position, Gendry ignored it.
Conversely, Gendry's warhammer whistled with a sharp cry, and the dull mace left a blood-red wound on the Khal's chest. Although it didn't strike the Khal's heart, it shattered bone.
Khal Jhaqo seemed to descend into madness, no longer heeding his wounds, but swinging his blade through the pain. However, his frenzy and attacks slowly began to falter.
"Die!" Khal Jhaqo swung his arakh, but it only struck Gendry's vambrace.
"Thud!" Gendry had seized a flashing moment, and that was enough. Gendry's first hammer blow struck Khal Jhaqo's shoulder, shattering the Khal's muscle and bone. Khal Jhaqo's face instantly became enraged and flushed.
The Khal's sword-wielding hand also slowed.
"And a second blow!" Gendry's rapidly returning warhammer smashed violently into Khal Jhaqo's head. Jhaqo's head exploded like a watermelon, a large hole tearing open directly.
Brain tissue, blood, and bone fragments erupted simultaneously. Khal Jhaqo swayed and fell, collapsing onto the ground like a dead eel.
"The Khal is dead!"
"The Khal is dead!" Khal Jhaqo's Blood Riders' eyes seemed to be filled with blood, wanting to rush forward to avenge the Khal. But their eagerness also provided an opportunity for Longspear and Gilo Reha. The two found their moment and also dealt with Khal Jhaqo's two Blood Riders.
Gilo blocked the Blood Rider's longsword and dispatched one Blood Rider with a single sword stroke. Meanwhile, Longspear's thrown javelin eliminated the other Blood Rider who sought revenge on Gendry.
Longspear dismounted, then cut off Khal Jhaqo's head and presented it to Gendry. Khal Jhaqo's head was tied behind Gendry's horse.
Khal Jhaqo's death caused a chain reaction in the war. The Dothraki Screamers, struggling in the melee, could no longer endure and began to crumble. Morale collapsed instantly, a slow disintegration evolving into a massive landslide.
Khal Jhaqo's Blood Riders would choose to live and die with him, but Jhaqo's "ko," the minor Khals of the sub-tribes within the Khalasar, were ready to gather their tribes and flee for their lives.
The war drums sounded again, and the military horns blared, seemingly with a joyful sound.
Cheers erupted from the walls of Myr. The fall of one Khal, the rise of another King. The people of Myr rejoiced, and the Dothraki suffered the same fate as they had at Qohor.
Gendry spurred his horse in hot pursuit, and the battle line began to advance.
Just then, Gendry's two prepared ambushes began to attack the fleeing Dothraki.
The Red Viper's contingent suddenly charged out. The Red Viper rode a charcoal-black steed with fiery red mane and tail. The Red Viper's light armor was covered in overlapping copper plates, gleaming like a thousand bright suns as he galloped.
The Red Viper raised his black ash Longspear, and behind his horse was a round shield emblazoned with House Martell's sun and spear sigil.
The Dornish light cavalry also charged out. Their armor was inferior to that of heavy cavalry, but certainly better than the Dothraki's, and they were very skilled at slaughtering isolated Dothraki Screamers at this point. After all, this was a familiar tactic for the Dornish, using longbows and javelins.
"Kill! Kill the Dothraki!" Brown Ben, leading the Knights of the Second Sons, also charged out from further away, intercepting small groups of scattered dothraki warriors. But they did not attack the strongest warriors; instead, they directly raided and harassed the vulnerable women and children left behind in the Khalasar.
With the death of the Khal, a Khalasar disintegrated.
"Long live Myr!"
"Long live Commander Gendry!"
"Long live the Commander-in-Chief!" The soldiers cheered passionately, for honor in war was incredibly precious.
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