Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 10: Developing Tactics
Twenty thousand versus thirty thousand, all of them were light cavalry, and the Damascus scimitars they were equipped with were not yet in large enough numbers. There was no chance of winning in a head-on confrontation, so Lahalo was ready to take a risk.

He has a lot of war knowledge from Earth in his mind. Although he is a theoretical player, he can verify it with the Dothraki's experience in marching and fighting in this life, which can be regarded as a combination of theory and practice.

Moreover, combined with the map of Essos in his memory, I believe Fogo would never have expected it and would definitely catch him off guard.

Laharo looked at Lakalo and said, "Lead five hundred scouts on horseback and keep an eye on Fogo's main force. Find out their marching routes, their speed, and even their farts! If anything changes, report immediately!"

"Jhogo," Rhallor continued, "select two thousand sharpshooters from your khasri and ambush them in the hills on either side of the Forest of Qohor. As soon as Fogo's main force enters the valley, shoot arrows to greet them and bring them greetings from Khal Rhallor!"

The Forest of Qohor is a dense forest northeast of Khalasar, with gentle slopes on both sides. It is an ideal place for ambush, where you can shoot arrows from a high vantage point, or hide behind the hillside and charge from a high vantage point.

Before he could finish his words, there was a sudden commotion outside the tent. A scout stumbled in, gasping for breath and shouting, "Khal Rahalo! Fogol didn't pass through the Qohor Forest, but instead went southwest, along the Saihoru River Gorge, and attacked us directly behind us!"

The generals looked at each other in confusion.

"The Saihelu River?" Rakharo asked in confusion. "There are cliffs and rocks on both sides of the river, making it impossible for war horses to cross! How could Fogo have an army of 30,000 men? How could they possibly pass through there?"

The Sehoru River is a river in the southern part of Essos, winding from east to west. The river channel is narrow and winding, with cliffs on both sides. Even experienced Dothraki riders are reluctant to take that route.

"Unless," Old Mosso's expression changed slightly, "they found the hidden path in the mountains..."

Laharo asked, "What path?"

"That's an ancient trade route," Mosuo continued. "It's been abandoned for years, and only a few merchants know about it. This road bypasses the Sorrowful Territory and leads directly to the Golden Plains behind."

After a long silence, Laharo suddenly smiled, "Since Fogo wants to attack us from behind, then we will attack him from behind!

If Fogo went down that path, his khalasar would never go with him.

His khalasar is most likely south of the Forest of Qohor, or west of Croyane!
"Then I will rush through the forest and strike him straight in the heart! I will burn his food and fodder, cut off his supplies, steal his cattle, sheep, and horses, and then block him in the gorge of the Saihelu River!"

Old Mosuo frowned and said suspiciously: "Blood of my blood, the sea of ​​grass is so vast, how can you determine the location of Fogo?"

Laharo said nothing, turned and walked to the corner of the tent. He opened the box in the corner and took out a parchment scroll.

He untied the straps and spread the sheepskin on the table.

The generals gathered around, and when they saw the pattern on the parchment scroll, they were all shocked.

It was a complete map of Essos that they had never seen before, from the Free Cities in the west to the Mountains of Bones in the east.

From the Shivering Sea in the north to the Summer Sea in the south, mountains, rivers, forests, and cities are all clearly visible.

"Mother Earth..." Old Mosso held his breath and gently stroked the surface of the map with his fingers. "So we live here!"

Jhogo's eyes widened. "Even the old Valyrian Empire didn't have such a map, right?" Rahalo slid his finger across the map, marking out the only two possible routes for Fogo.

"Do you see clearly? There are only two routes to Fogo: the Qohor Forest and the Saihelu River. Otherwise, we can only take the sea route around Slaver's Bay. As long as you deploy your defenses according to my instructions, you will be safe!"

The worry in Old Mosso's eyes disappeared, replaced by awe: "Blood of my blood, how did you find this picture?"

"That's not important," Rahalo said modestly, completely forgetting that he didn't even know a single path. "What's important is that I know every river, every hill, and every forest in this land. In my eyes, the world holds no secrets."

Laharo unceremoniously claimed the credit for Mr. Martin's work. He had already written down all the information he could remember on paper, including this map.

The plot will get messed up sooner or later, but the map will never change.

"Lazar," Laharo ordered, "Take 5,000 men to the lower reaches of the Saihelu River and harass Fogo's vanguard. Be like steppe wolves, take a bite and run. Remember, don't get entangled!"

Lazar pounded his fist on his chest and roared at the top of his lungs, "Blood of my blood! I'll make them so tired they won't even be able to sit still! Show them who is the true master of the Grass Sea!"

Rahalo looked at Mosuo and said, "You lead 5,000 men and search around the Lorne River and the Territory of Sorrow. If you find Fogo's main force, engage them. Together with Lazar, you will attack them from both the north and the south to contain them. But don't fight for too long. Wait for news of my success!"

Rahalo looked at Quiro and said, "You will lead 5,000 reserve troops to protect the women, children, and the elderly of Khalasar and migrate to the Golden Fields west of Dagger Lake. You must ensure their safety! Moreover, you will rush to the aid of any group in danger!"

He finally looked at Qiao Ge. "Take three thousand men and wait for my news in the Kohor Forest area. If Fogo's departure and the Helujiang army are a decoy, you will be safe if you hold that place. If you receive a message from my falcon, lead your troops south immediately to assist me in the battle!"

Laharo took a deep breath and said, "I will lead two thousand elite soldiers to attack Fogo's base camp to see who is faster. Let Fogo know who is the strongest khal in the Grass Sea!"

It was the first time for the Blood Guards to fight while looking at a map, which made their thinking extremely clear. They responded in unison, their shouts shook the sky, and their morale was greatly boosted!
...

As night fell, the moonlight enveloped Khalasar. The campfire flickered outside the tent. Everyone had fallen asleep, and only the warriors on guard occasionally talked in low voices.

In a remote corner, lights were on in a group of tents pressed together.

Under the light, Daenerys looked at the neatly stacked items on the ground:
Fifty boxes of empty bottles brought from Pentos merchants, a total of six hundred bottles, as well as strips of cloth soaked in grease, and finally white sugar wrapped in linen paper.

She held a piece of parchment with a recipe written on it in Standard English.

"Mix sugar and kerosene in the correct proportions, then add a little bitterthorn juice until the bottle is 80% full. Then, soak a cloth strip in the oil and insert it into the bottle mouth. Make sure the cloth strip doesn't fall out, but doesn't block it..."

Daenerys spoke, and Jhiqui translated it into Dothraki and told it to the others.

The air was filled with the smell of kerosene, and the tents were full of women, busy at work. They were the most trustworthy women in Khalasar.

This is Laharo's secret plan and must be kept from being discovered by outsiders.

(End of this chapter)