Chapter 221: Dragonflame! Activate!
Khal Ogo led his subordinates across the river, with 20,000 Dothraki Screamers at the forefront. Currently, Khal Balbo can summon 30,000 warriors, while Ogo has 20,000 warriors, making him the second-largest khalasar force on the Dothraki Sea.
Khal Ogo's Screamers were like a black cloud, looming near Ghozai. Rhaegar's old and weak khalasar had already temporarily hidden within the city. Ogo's Screamers crossed the river and then stopped a distance from the town, unsure whether they feared the dragons or disliked siege warfare.
"Khal Ogo, a dangerous opponent!" Rhaegar saw the black-haired Ogo in the flames. He was tall, agile, and swift, like a leopard. Currently, on the Dothraki Sea, the most powerful force belonged to Khal Drogo's father, but the most dangerous, second only to him, was Khal Ogo. Khal Ogo was younger and more brutal, currently around twenty years old.
"Cowards living in stone houses, milk men! Come out and duel me!" Several Dothraki warriors surrounded Khal Ogo and came to the city walls to taunt. Behind them were several thousand Screamers who had arrived earlier, the elite of Ogo's khalasar. The Dothraki people most detested those who lived in stone houses and wore iron armor. This was also the difference between two combat styles: Westeros was like a sandwich, with elite cavalry wrapping around a large group of cannon fodder, even farmers, vagrants, and children. The advantage of the Dothraki was that they didn't need armored forces; with enough horses, most were converted into cavalry, relying on cavalry numbers and archery, spread out like a large pancake.
"Cowards!" "Milk men!" "Unsullied eunuchs in iron armor!" Ogo and the Dothraki warriors let out jeers and roars of laughter. Although Oberyn didn't understand what they meant, he knew they weren't good words.
"This Khal Ogo is quite cunning. He neither besieges the city nor allows the dragons to be used. He still wants a one-on-one. Does he really have such confidence in himself?" Rhaegar looked at the tall khal on the black steed. Khal Ogo was cunning and brutal, and his current threat might be even greater than Khal Balbo's; young men are always hot-headed. Moreover, Khal Ogo's strength was considered first-rate. In the original timeline, Khal Drogo and Ogo clashed, and because Khal Ogo's bloodriders made a move, Drogo himself suffered considerable injuries, eventually dying from an infected wound. To be able to injure Drogo, Khal Ogo was already over forty at the time. Now, a young and peak Khal Ogo, Ogo and his bloodriders, would surely be even fiercer.
"I'm going to duel him!" Prince Oberyn was somewhat moved. Khal Ogo was a very strong opponent. The Red Viper was also a combative person, igniting like a flame on the battlefield.
"Prince, I'm afraid you alone won't be enough. Haven't you seen the bloodriders around Ogo? Three masters with arakhs!" Ser Barristan looked at the situation with the khalasar. There were several burly men with arakhs around Khal Ogo, who were Khal Ogo's bloodriders. Khals appoint trusted companions as bloodriders. According to the ancient traditions of the Dothraki, if the khal dies, the bloodriders must follow, to accompany him through the Night Lands. If the khal dies at the hands of an enemy, they must first avenge him, then joyfully commit suicide to be buried with him. In extreme cases, they eat and live together, and besides horses, they can even share wives.
"If the dragons soar, we only need to burn the khal and his bloodriders. But to bring fear to the Dothraki people and make the Free Cities submit, we need to defeat Ogo head-on," Rhaegar said. It's not just about killing people, but also about crushing their spirit. Completely defeating the Dothraki people.
"One more thing, Prince. We don't know if the khal will be sponsored by the Qartheen or Braavos. Would charging rashly be dangerous?" Ser Barristan thought for a moment. After all, he was a White Cloak of the Kingsguard, and his considerations were more meticulous.
"There is such a possibility, but it's not a big problem. I am fully prepared!" Rhaegar said.
"The Prince still needs to wear good armor, and I will protect you with my life. But for now, the number of troops is still too disparate!" Ser Barristan analyzed. "Such a large khalasar, we can't take them all."
"We can deploy five hundred Dragon Guard armored knights, five hundred Dothraki Screamers, one hundred Dornish guards, two hundred Free Folk and native guards. Also, two hundred mercenaries sent by Tyrosh, one hundred axemen sent by Norvos, and one hundred Unsullied guards sent by Qohor. Our army doesn't have an advantage in numbers, but we have two strengths: first, a high armor rate, which is safer. Second, our hearts are united, and in this situation, there is a chance," Rhaegar analyzed to the two. "Khal Ogo appears to have twenty thousand Screamers, but they are a mixed bag, and a portion of Khal Ogo's forces belong to his ko, who will flee once they see Ogo defeated. So, the opponent we truly need to deal with is probably only ten thousand Screamers. The biggest problem with the Dothraki people is their disunity."
"Bring large axes, large hammers, and greatswords. Dothraki horsemen have no armor; once you get close, just hack at both man and horse!" Rhaegar said. "We need a very short window of opportunity, first to exhaust Khal Ogo's momentum, then to break through his defenses!"
Khal Ogo's men cursed for a long time, until a moment later, the gates of Ghozai opened.
"Come and try me! Khal Ogo!" Rhaegar rode a blood-red Akhal-Teke horse out of the city gate and shouted at Khal Ogo. Barristan and Oberyn looked at Rhaegar in surprise; he was a language genius, how did he also know Dothraki?
Before Khal Ogo's eyes was a swirling red, as three knights on blood-red Akhal-Teke horses charged forward.
Khal Ogo suppressed his surprise, his arakh began to dance like lightning. Ogo's idea was to find the joints of the armor and kill the enemy. Ogo's speed was like a storm; not wearing armor indeed increased speed, but it was truly unsafe. Rhaegar's black longsword was unsheathed, directly clashing with Khal Ogo, and the two forces intertwined. Rhaegar looked at Khal Ogo, their blades entangled for a moment. Then Rhaegar's longsword began to dance more ferociously and violently, black sword light trembling, the strength on the sword surpassing mortals. Ogo wanted to find Rhaegar's weakness, but he had no chance; that wild and fierce sword light suppressed everything, bringing only death.
Khal Ogo roared in anger as Rhaegar began to slash wildly. Khal Ogo raised his longsword to resist, but the longsword suddenly shattered. A Valyrian steel sword, after all, lived up to its reputation. The swordlight of Orphan-Maker flashed, sweeping past Khal Ogo's body, scattering a hot red rain. Without armor, death was certainly swift.
"Coward! Milk man!" A violent sword wound appeared on Ogo's body, from his lower abdomen to his neck. The sword's edge sliced through Khal Ogo's skin, muscle, and bone. Khal Ogo fell from his horse, deader than dead.
"Khal! Blood of My Blood!" The bloodriders wailed in fury. Oberyn and Barristan seized the opportunity; they used their armor to deflect enemy weapons, then delivered fatal blows. As long as the arakh didn't break through the armor's gaps or pierce along the joints into the body, it couldn't inflict precise damage.
Ogo died in battle before ten thousand troops, along with his bloodriders.
"Whoosh!" A vicious arrow shot through the crowd. It was unclear which warrior it was, or perhaps an assassin from Qarth. The arrow also had a blue glow, which Rhaegar easily dodged.
"Avenge the Khal!" One of Ogo's ko shouted, raising his arakh, and several thousand impulsive Screamers surged forward. The Dothraki people are impulsive and easily angered; with this cry, some brainless warriors had already charged over.
"Dragonflame!"
Three dragons roared, taking off from the hills not far from Ghozai. Initially small black dots, they then revealed their full forms. The dragons landed before Rhaegar, then spread their leathery wings. Rhaegar mounted a dragon and began to dive, the dragon's neck arched like a snake, and then its maw opened, creating vast flames on the flat ground. The dragon's shimmering scales began to emit light and heat. A world of fire, the wrath of flame.
Silver, purple, and black flames descended upon the earth, raging tongues of fire engulfing the charging Dothraki savages. The flames were like a wall, stretching endlessly.
"Prepare to attack!" Ser Barristan swung his sword.
"Kill!" In the fiery torrent ahead, the allied forces also surged out from the low hills near the town of Ghozai. Five hundred Westerosi armored knights wielded axes, hammers, and spears, while five hundred Screamers still roared and charged, though they bore more or less traces of being scorched by fire.
The two cavalry forces of Westeros and the Dothraki charged into the Screamers like two great pincers, followed by the Norvos axemen and Unsullied guards. The Norvos men wielded great axes, possessing the spirit of an invincible army.
Rhaegar controlled the three dragons, sweeping back and forth against the Dothraki warriors. The foremost Dothraki warriors fell instantly, and the terror caused by the flames grew greater and greater.
The dragons danced joyfully in the sky, followed by the gift of fire. Bright fireballs began to explode, and the flames burned like an unquenchable inferno.
The battlefield had become a scene of blood and slaughter.
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