After washing up, Danny gathered her troops at the foot of the hill. She rode her little silver horse with a young dragon in her arms and another on her shoulders.
The silver horse trotted past them on the dry red sand. She shouted, "From this moment onwards, my kars will be reorganized into khalasar. I will not go to Horse King City to join the dosh khalasar. Are you willing to follow me into a future that 'no one knows'?"
"I am willing."
"I am willing."
"We are all willing."
Her kars responded in a chaotic and loud manner.
"Good!" Danny nodded in satisfaction. She shouted to the crowd again, "Jhogo, Aggo, Rakarlo."
The three of them seemed to have guessed what was going to happen next. There was no hesitation or resistance on their faces. Instead, they were filled with excitement and unconcealable joy.
Kui Luo, who was not called, was dejected. His face was ashen. At this moment, he especially hated the tradition of the three-man blood brotherhood that 'everyone knows'.
As expected, Dani dismounted from her horse and walked towards the three young centaurs. She handed the silver whip that was hanging on the saddle to Jogo.
"This silver-handled whip is my bridal gift. I hereby give it to you and appoint you as a bandit. At the same time, I request that you swear to become my blood, to live and die with me, to fight side by side, to protect me from danger."
Jhogo solemnly took the whip and hung it at his waist. Then, he pulled out his arak scimitar and knelt on one knee. He held the scimitar at the same level as his forehead with both hands.
"Blood of my blood," he said loudly.
It was like a promise.
Danny took the scimitar and personally pulled Jhogo up. She put the scimitar back into its scabbard.
"Blood of my blood." She promised in the manner of Dothraki.
Aggo and Rakarlo were next. She gave them a double-curved dragonbone longbow and a gold-plated arak scimitar.
These three weapons were Danny's bridal gifts. Drogo's blood brotherhood gave it to her during the wedding. Haggo gave her a horsewhip. The scimitar came from Koholo. The longbow that was taller than Danny was given by Keso.
It was only a year ago. Now, they were gone …
The three New Blood Brotherhood Guards left the crowd and stood behind Danny. She looked at Kui Luo.
She met his hopeful gaze and said, "Kui Luo, I have an important mission for you."
"Have you seen my dragon?" She deliberately held the white dragon high in her hand, and the white dragon clumsily flapped its translucent membrane wings in her palm.
"In the future, they will be able to control the entire world, but now, they are so weak that they can't even fly. I need a loyal and brave 'Megalosaurus Guard' to protect them. Are you willing?"
"This is my honor, Kalixi." Kui Luo excitedly drew his scimitar and swore loudly.
"Knight, you have pledged your allegiance to me." Danny finally looked at the knight who had changed back into his Dothraki costume. "One day, you will get a sword from me that is unparalleled in the world. It will be forged by a true dragon and made of Valleglia steel."
Chora didn't repeat the process of taking an oath. He just nodded seriously.
"It is noon now, and the weather is too hot. Everyone go rest in your tents first. We will leave in the evening." Danny made a decision.
"Where are we going?" Aggo asked.
Danny thought for a moment. In the original plot, they seemed to be marked by the comet in the sky.
But the problem was, who had ever seen a comet that did not move in a fixed direction?
Comets were called comets because they did not have fixed observable coordinates. They appeared suddenly and left at an uncertain time.
For example, the Weeping Blood Star — the name given to it by the Dothraki.
Last night, it suddenly appeared in the east near the horizon. It was blood-red, a dot the size of a coin, with an almost indistinguishable trail. It was almost impossible to find it if one did not look carefully.
After a night, it had risen a lot, and its direction and brightness had changed.
In broad daylight, it was still possible to see a smear of blood-red in the south of the east, at a 30-degree angle to the horizon. It was like a long scratch on the face of the blue sky.
Following it was almost like going in circles on the ground. This was the Red Wasteland. Going in circles here was courting death.
In fact, in the original plot, Danny's Kars had suffered heavy losses. The elderly and young were almost all dead. Along the way, they left a trail of corpses. It was as if they had used blood and death to pave a "Journey of Elimination." Those who were not strong were eliminated, and even her maid, Doreah, died.
Well, the strange thing was that Danny, who had just lost her husband and her ten-month-old son, who was sacrificed to the devil by the witch, did not go through confinement. She passed through thousands of miles of the Gobi Desert … and in the end, she survived with her tail intact.
This … the effect of the Dragon Dream was too good.
Dani snapped out of her thoughts and smiled at her subordinates. She asked, "Tell me where we can't go first."
Sir Jorah was the first to speak. "We cannot go north. Not to mention that Ordo's Khalasar is waiting for us. Even if we avoid them, when we enter the Dothraki Sea, the first Khalasar we meet will devour your battered troops. The warriors will all be killed, and the rest will become slaves.
The land of the "Goatmen" south of the river is also not feasible. Your troops are too weak, and can't even stand up against that tribe that is not fond of fighting. The Raza hate the centaurs, and they have no reason to treat us well.
Avoid the Goatmen village and follow the river downstream to the ports of Meereen, Yuankai, and Astapor … "
Rakarov immediately warned. "Martin told me that Bono's Khalasar is driving thousands of slaves there. He plans to sell them at the slave market along Slaver's Bay."
Martin was a newly joined centaur warrior … well, he was not a newcomer. He was originally a roaring warrior of Drogo's Khalasar, and left with Ordo in the chaos.
Now, it was "returned to its rightful owner", subdued by Danny's identity as the "Immortal" and "Mother Of Dragons".
Yes, the Dothraki were secretly calling her "Immortal" and "Mother Of Dragons".
"Those slaves were all taken from Khal Drogo. Bono didn't care for the gold medal left behind by the khal because the slaves were more valuable," Aggo added.
"Then we can only go south, through the Red Wastes." Danny looked at their serious expressions and sighed. "When we reach the sea, whether we go to a trading city or find a place rich in resources to farm …"
"Farm?" Jorah was confused.
"My dragons are too young," Danny said vaguely.
As a super late-stage "hero", of course she had to develop as wretchedly as possible.
No matter how miserable the early stages were, when the three dragons grew up, wouldn't she be free to do whatever she wanted?
At that time, forget about reviving her kingdom, she could even become Genghis Khan or Alexander as she pleased.
Doreah, who was standing behind Danny, said with a face full of fear, "Khaleesi, that is the Red Wastes, a desolate and terrifying land of demons! Not only do the horsemen know about it, but I also heard of its terrible reputation from the seafaring merchants in Lys. Almost no one can pass through that place where demons and hell creatures are entrenched. "
"I'm not afraid of demons, and you don't have to be afraid of any ghosts if you follow me." Danny comforted her and pulled her hand over to stroke the dragon in her arms. It was as hot as iron that had been baked for a long time under the scorching sun.
After the maid's emotions were soothed, Danny ordered her subordinates, "Although our khalasar is small, I have decided to reorganize it."
"What is the most important thing in a troop?" She glanced at everyone and asked.
"Courage, the courage to not fear death in battle," Aggo said.
"The strongest Khal," Kalalo immediately said, "Under the leadership of the strongest Khal, our troop will be invincible. Previously, Khal Drogo conquered the entire sea of grass in this way."
"There are also warhorses and tribes. There are many people, strong horses, and powerful forces," Jogo added.
With the Centaurs' knowledge and wisdom, the three Blood Alliance Guards said everything they could think of. Kui Luo frowned and thought hard for a long time, but he still did not say a word.
"The soldiers' skills and tactics and the cooperation of different types of troops are more important," Sir Jorah said seriously, "In Westeros, every knight has to receive training from a young age. Martial arts instructors teach them swordsmanship, horsemanship, spear skills, and archery.
Scholars teach the young nobles mathematics, literature, astronomy, geography, and the genealogy of the nobles. The art of arranging troops is taught by their fathers, brothers, or lords. "
Without a doubt, from this conversation, it could be seen that the barbaric Centaurs were much more civilized than the knights.
"Do you have the skills to command a large scale war?" She asked curiously.
There was an old Chinese saying: It is easy to find a thousand soldiers, but hard to find a general.
Danny's Little Khalasa only had a few dozen warriors, so there was no need for a brilliant general to lead them. But what about the future?
"I have commanded a troop of at most two thousand people, that was when …" His expression changed and he stopped talking.
"That was when you followed the Duke of the Northern Territory, Eide Stark, to overthrow my father's dynasty?" Danny said calmly.
"I'm sorry, Your Highness," Jorah lowered his head and said softly.
"Don't be sorry. You are serving your lord, there is nothing wrong with that." Danny waved her hand and continued the previous topic, "I think the most important thing for an army is a perfect system."
"What system?" Aggo asked curiously.
"First, establish the system of sergeants, then perfect it step by step," Danny met the Centaurs' puzzled gaze and said with a smile, "From today onwards, the Dothraki warriors under my command will abandon all the messy flags from before and raise the dragon flag together. Men who are fourteen years old will automatically be incorporated into the army."
Danny could not be blamed for being cruel. She was only fourteen years old herself. Her maids and blood guards were all Centaurs who were around her age deliberately chosen by Zhuo Ge.
If she made an army at the age of eighteen, she would have no one under her command.
Of course, this was only a temporary measure. When she was strong enough in the future, she would greatly increase the number of years they could serve.
"Ten people will form a squad, and the strongest person will be the captain. Five squads will form a brigade, and a commander will be chosen from the five captains based on their battle achievements. Five brigades …" Danny stopped talking because she saw that her four Centaurs were confused.
That expression was as if they were listening to a book from heaven.
"What's the problem?" She asked.
"Khaleesi, I can understand if ten warriors form a squad, but how many warriors will there be in five squads and five brigades?" Aggo asked curiously as he counted with his fingers.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
