Seven thousand years ago, the Gujis Empire was the most advanced civilization of its time. They were prosperous and powerful, ruling almost the entire continent of Ursos.
However, they only prospered for a thousand years. The sudden rise of dragons and the magic civilization of Valleglia destroyed the empire in just a few decades.
Unlike the other Valleglia forts, the Gujis Empire was too close to the Valleglia Peninsula. There were almost no purebred descendants left. At this time, the Gujis in Slave Bay were all mixed-bloods. They could not even speak Guiscari.
At this time, the shamate-like knight spoke to a fat Gujis in Valleglia with an accent. "Good lord, I'll bring them here for you.
Sigh, those barbaric Andals can't even speak Valleglia. You should hire a better interpreter. "
Across the square was a huge 120-meter-tall pyramid, similar to the Mayan pyramids.
The pyramids of Egypt had many steps, and each side of the pyramid could be climbed by people. However, the pyramid of Aposta had 33 steps, so each step was very high.
The followers of the seven gods believed in the number seven, and the Gujis believed that 33 had the most mysterious meaning.
The 120-meter-tall pyramid was 3.6 meters high.
In order to climb to the top, a normal staircase would be cut on one of the big steps.
At this time, a comfortable couch was placed on the bottom step. A tall, red-skinned fat man was lying on it. He was wearing a toka robe with golden tassels. It was like a long, loose sheet wrapped around his body and clasped on one shoulder. When he walked, he had to hold the robe in place with his left hand.
He was Good Lord Krazny, a big slaver.
The slaver held a short whip in his right hand and pointed at Danny and the others. His left hand would occasionally pick up fruit and wine from the chopping board in front of him and put them into his mouth. Behind him, a pair of twin girls fanned him.
"I have the best interpreter. She can speak the dialect of every corner of the world." Krazny pointed at the girls beside him.
He also spoke Valleglia, but with a strong Gujis accent.
Danny and the others had been standing by the fountain, waiting for their master to summon them. Hearing their conversation, she couldn't help but wonder, "Why does that guy think I can't speak Valleglia?"
A glint flashed across Chora's eyes as he said calmly, "I did it on purpose. I hope that they will think that you only speak Westeros and Dothraki."
Danny nodded and understood what he was trying to do.
"Hey, Westeros bitch, look down there," Krasny, the slave merchant, suddenly sat up and shouted at Danny, who was by the fountain. "I sell meat, not iron, but I can't sell the bronze statue of the banshee!"
The interpreter called out in the slightly unfamiliar common language: 「 Mother Of Dragons, Benevolent Lord, please admire the heroic bearing of the Unsullied Warriors 」
The girl was less than ten years old. She had a flat, round face, dark skin, and golden eyes unique to the Nass people.
The Nass people lived on the Nass Island near the Snake Lizard Archipelago. They were known as the "people of peace" and were the best slaves in the world.
Well, too cowardly, even more honest than the Raza "goatmen".
As soon as Danny arrived, she saw the Unsullied.
On the left side of the square stood rows of soldiers wearing spiked helmets. They were lined up in ten rows, with a hundred people in each row. Their bodies were straight as if they were standing in a military posture. Their faces were like granite carvings. Under the scorching sun, they did not have the slightest liveliness. Their eyes were emotionless as they stared straight ahead. They did not pay attention to Danny and the others next to them.
"They are standing very neatly, but this does not represent their combat strength. I want to know more about their training. If they only train to line up and stand in a military posture, it is useless to me. "Danny walked to the front of the steps and said to the little girl with a smile.
The little black girl with a flat face looked at her curiously and said to her master, "The Westeros woman is very satisfied with them, but she did not praise them. It seems that she wants to lower the price. She also wants to know how the Unsullied were trained."
"Are all Westeros pigs so ignorant?" The Benevolent Lord wiped the sweat off her forehead and complained, "Did her barbarian husband not tell her the story of '3000 Unsullied protecting Kholor'?"
Four hundred years ago, Ancient Valyria was destroyed in the Great Cataclysm, and the political situation on the continent of Ursos changed drastically. Other than the major free city-states declaring independence, the nomadic Dothraki in the east gradually expanded their power without any restrictions.
A khal named Temo led his Khalasar Centaurs into the Great Plains of the Norn River for the first time.
Along the way, 20,000 roaring warriors burned, killed, and looted, sweeping through all the cities they passed.
Finally, they passed through the forest of Kholor and stopped at the city of Kholor.
Temo Khal used his light Centaurs to defeat the heavy cavalry of Kholor. The two major mercenary groups, the Bright Banner and the Second Sons, fled in the middle of the night.
Just a few hours before the city was breached, the 3000 Unsullied that Kholor had ordered from Aposta finally arrived.
Aposta was more than ten thousand miles away from Kholor. Without even a moment of rest, the battle between 3000 light infantry and 20000 Scimitar Cavalry began.
In the end, 12000 Dothraki died in battle. 2400 Unsullied, who only had leather armor to protect them, died. Temo Khal, his sons, and the Bloodriders all died on the spot.
The remaining 8000 Centaurs walked up to the Unsullied who were still standing proudly on the battlefield. They took the initiative to cut off the braids behind their heads and threw them at the feet of the Unsullied warriors as a sign of surrender.
(PS: This is true in the Song of Ice and Fire, but I personally feel that the author drank too much at the time and became muddle-headed. Even the heavy cavalry was defeated, but they couldn't defeat the light infantry. Both sides fought head-on without any strategy. The cavalry waited for the enemy to tire out, while the infantry rushed thousands of miles … How is this possible? Even Grandpa Yue's Yue Army couldn't fight such a battle.)
The battle to defend Kholor almost became a propaganda film for the Unsullied. Even the Westeros on the other side of the narrow sea made it into a legendary story and spread it widely, let alone the continent of Ursos.
Kraznir opened his mouth wide and smiled exaggeratedly at Danny. "Tell her the story of 3000 Unsullied defending Kholor and give her a shock. Hurry up, slave. Oh, the weather is too hot. Has the Eversummer arrived? "
The slave girl vividly told the story in a vivid tone. Finally, she concluded, "Honorable guest, please rest assured that the Unsullied's attainments in spears, shields, and daggers are unparalleled. This is known to the world."
Danny turned her head and whispered to Chora, "What's wrong with that Temo Khal? He's a disgrace to the Centaurs for several lifetimes. "
She knew the Howling Warriors very well. They were definitely skilled in martial arts. Having grown up on horseback, they were skilled in archery and horse riding. They were also fearless and were almost the strongest light cavalry.
She had always thought that only the Westeros heavy cavalry could restrain them, but …
She looked at the Unsullied who stood there like a wooden stake. He wore a conical bronze helmet with 30cm long spikes on it, a bit like the lightning rod helmets of the Qing dynasty generals. He only wore sleeveless leather armor with a 40cm long dagger at his waist. A 1m thick leather shield was tied to his left wrist and a spear in his right hand.
He was dressed as a standard light infantry.
How could he deal with the Centaur cavalry that came and went like the wind and shot arrows like rain?
"I'm guessing that Temo Khal underestimated the enemy when he first saw the Unsullied. He probably sent the cavalry to attack the shield and spear formation of the Unsullied." Chora said carefully.
The 3000 Unsullied defending Kholor was a historical fact and not an illusory legend. They must have won the battle at that time. Otherwise, how could they still see Kholor City today?
Whitebeard stroked his beard and sighed. "The Centaurs are too direct. Temo Khal was the first to charge, which means that he might have died in the first wave.
The remaining warriors don't know how to change their formations, and they just charge in wave after wave … If it were any other army, they might have already collapsed after losing twenty percent of their men, but the enemy is an Unsullied One. Even if only one of them is left, they won't retreat or panic. "
Krazny knocked the girl's head with the short whip in his hand and asked irritably, "What are those barbaric pigs talking about?"
"Those two servants are boasting about the Unsullied's bravery to the guests," the little translator said.
"Hahaha, at least they have some knowledge. Let them talk slowly. The more tempted that little bitch is, the more slaves she'll buy later." The slave master laughed and clapped his hands, summoning a group of young female slaves in silk clothes. They walked to Danny and the others and held up silk striped umbrellas for them.
The umbrellas were useless. The weather in Slaver's Bay was especially hot. The sun had been scorching since dawn. The thick red bricks in Pride Square were scorching hot. Through the thick soles of their shoes, they could feel the heat coming from their feet.
Waves of heat rose up, making the Astapor stepped pyramids around the square look like a mirage.
"Unsullied, my good slaves!" Krazny raised the silver whip in his hand and shouted, "Put down your shields and spears, take off your leather armor, and let the Westeros women see your strong and powerful bodies."
"Whoosh!"
A thousand warriors who looked like clay sculptures came to life. They bent down uniformly and put down their shields and spears. They quickly took off their leather armor and silk pants, leaving only the white linen wrapped around their waists and the lightning rod helmets on their heads.
Soon, they stood up straight again so that the Westeros Queen could examine them carefully.
Danny really went to take a closer look. Sure enough, they all had strong and tall bodies.
They were all eunuchs, but Bevos had a pregnant woman's big belly, while they all had more than four abdominal muscles.
The slave girl told her, "Body, speed, and strength are the selection criteria. They have been trained since they were five years old. Every day, they train from dawn to dusk until they are proficient in the techniques of daggers, shields, and three spears.
The training was extremely harsh. Only one of the three boys survived. This is a well-known fact.
There is a saying about the Unsullied — from the day they won the spiked helmet, the most difficult life is over. From now on, any mission is not as harsh as the original training. "
Krazny did not know the common language, but he pretended to understand and nodded. When the little translator finished, he said triumphantly, "Tell the queen who lost her kingdom that my good slaves have been standing there since yesterday.
For a day and a night, they have neither eaten nor drunk water.
Tell her that as long as I don't order them to disband, the slaves will stand still until they fall. Tell her that even if nine hundred and ninety-nine fall to the brick floor and die, the last one will still stand still until his own death. Tell her that this is the courage of the Unsullied. "
When the serious-looking translator finished, Whitebeard angrily slammed the hardwood cane on the ground and said to Danny in a low voice, "That's not courage, it's madness. Let's go. The people here are a bunch of lunatics! "
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