Everyone outside the tent watched in amazement. The Dothraki cavalry that had managed to escape, panicking, circled the camp, passing it by, fleeing to the rear at full speed.
Viserys muttered, "How could this happen? How could this happen?"
Daenerys unconsciously twisted her dress with her hands, looking panicked.
Ser Jorah Mormont turned and said to Daenerys calmly, "Your Grace, I fear you will now need the sellswords for protection."
Soon, two hundred sellswords arrived outside the tent. This group consisted of one hundred and sixty iron-armored spearmen with great shields, and forty archers with yew longbows. They were the guards Illyrio Mopatis had given Daenerys.
Jorah Mormont ordered them to surround the tent with dozens of overturned wagons and pile rubble on top, forming a wall of wagons nearly three meters high. Two hundred mercenaries and the remaining one hundred Dothraki warriors guarded it.
"This is grassland, and two legs can't run faster than four," Jorah Mormont explained to Daenerys.
He then took up his knight's shield and stood guard at the tent's entrance with several other Dothraki warriors, Daenerys, and Viserys behind him. Jorah Mormont handed command of the battle to the mercenary captain.
"Shields up! Shield to shield! Hurry! Quickly, or do you want to die, you sons of bitches?!" the mercenary captain shouted, pushing and shoving the spearmen into position. He formed a shield wall against the wagon wall, with the archers behind them and the few young Dothraki on the flanks.
The Mongols arrived quickly and entered the camp in several groups.
The women who hadn't had time to escape knelt beside the tent, hugging their children, their heads bowed, accepting their fate.
The Mongols slaughtered the Dothraki warriors who hadn't reached the center of the camp, killed the elderly, and rounded up the women, children, slaves, cattle, and sheep.
If you resisted, you were pierced by a spear or riddled with arrows. Some Mongol soldiers, upon seeing the Dothraki women, lit up their eyes and a blazing fire grew from them.
Time passed, and the Mongols, who advanced deeper into the camp, soon discovered the wall made of wagons. After a burst of whistles, hundreds of Mongol horsemen ran alongside the tents and shouted to their comrades. They knew the important people were there.
"Fire!" Forty archers drew their bows and fired a string of feathered arrows at the galloping horses.
"Puff!" The feathered arrows, with a cold flash, struck the Mongol team. Because the cavalry was spread out far enough and their chain mail was strong enough, only seven or eight Mongols were killed.
"Shoot at the horse, shoot at the horse! Don't stop!" the mercenary leader ordered loudly, his head drenched with sweat.
At that moment, a grayish cloud suddenly rose up behind the Mongol army.
"Beware, the arrows are coming!" the mercenary captain shouted at the top of his lungs as he hid behind his shield.
The steel arrows rained down like hail, striking the shields with a continuous metallic sound. Some spearmen and archers who were unable to dodge were hit and fell screaming to the ground. Some were even hit by five or six arrows. The Dothraki below the chariot wall were also easily cut down by more than a dozen.
The five or six Mongol cavalrymen in front straightened simultaneously, pulled a fist-sized chain hammer on an iron chain from behind the saddle, swung it around in the air several times, let go, and smashed it against the chariot wall.
BANG!
Under the dual force of horse speed and cavalry throwing force, the chain hammers had an astonishing impact force. One hammer smashed the wall of the car, splashing countless wood chips. Two hammers hit the shields, knocking the two spearmen standing on the wall backwards with their shields.
The other few missiles hit the heads of the spearmen behind the shields. With a "bang", the spearmen, whose helmets were even blown off, had two lines of blood flowing from their nostrils. Without a sound, they fell down twitching.
After throwing the chain hammers, the Mongolian cavalry immediately turned their horses' heads and galloped to both ends when they were more than 20 meters away from the chariot wall. They quickly drew out their recurve bows, placed the armor-piercing spikes on the bow arms, and then shot several helmets exposed outside the shields, making them fly backwards and drop a string of blood.
More chain hammers slammed down, sending wood chips flying from the chariot wall and sending more spearmen flying. Those hiding behind the shield wall also shot and killed several Mongol cavalrymen. They also lost seven or eight of their own.
Seeing this, the mercenary leader knew that the chariot wall could not be defended, so he immediately ordered the spearmen to withdraw from the chariot wall and split into two teams: one team squatted under the chariot, ready to assassinate the enemies who climbed over the chariot wall, and the other team re-erected the shield wall in front of the large felt tent, while the longbowmen lined up behind the shield wall to provide cover and shoot when the opportunity arose.
Seeing this, the Mongols did not rush over immediately, but started firing again.
Row after row of wolf-fang feather arrows fell like a storm on the grassland, slanting down on the mercenaries behind the chariot wall. Due to the angle, the mercenaries squatting under the chariot wall were unharmed, while the mercenaries behind the shield wall were subjected to the baptism of arrow rain. The "bang bang bang" sound of the impact tortured the will of the mercenaries. Dozens of Dothraki were shot dead.
The Mongol arrows seemed endless. Eleven waves of fire followed, and the mercenaries in the shield wall were nearly broken. Many of them turned blue. Their fingers turned white from the strain, and each of them had dozens of arrows lodged in their shields. Dozens of Dothraki were also killed.
Suddenly, there was a loud "boom!" and a slightly lower truck in the wall of cars was suddenly dragged away from the wall, splashing a cloud of dust, and a big gap appeared between the walls!
It turned out that the Mongols, under the cover of bows and arrows, approached the cart wall, lassoed the cart, and then more than a dozen horses pulled the cart out together!
The mercenary captain's face turned pale as he realized that he had made a low-level mistake.
"Boom! Boom!" There were a few more loud noises, and the carts in other parts of the wall were pulled out again, revealing more gaps. "Puff puff puff" a rain of arrows immediately flew in from the gaps in the wall, knocking down the mercenaries who had not reacted in time.
The mercenary captain was also struck by an arrow in the chest, but fortunately, his armor protected him from the arrow's penetration. He broke the exposed arrow shaft with one blow and, kicking and punching, ordered the panicked mercenaries, "Form a line and block the gap!"
The remaining mercenaries sprang into action. Several chain hammers flew in from the gap, banging the unsuspecting mercenaries to the ground. Their chest armor was dented, and the mercenaries, spitting blood, staggered to their feet, propped up with their spears, and walked towards the gap in the wall. After three or four steps, they slowly collapsed.
Soon dozens of Mongolian cavalry rushed in, holding scimitars in one hand and round shields in the other, and charged at the mercenaries' spears and shields.
The two sides collided with each other, and the Mongols pushed each other with their round shields, while using their scimitars to stab the mercenaries' exposed parts.
The mercenaries were arranged in two rows. The mercenaries in the first row used their large shields to hit the Mongols from time to time, and stabbed them from top to bottom with long spears in their right hands. The mercenaries in the second row kept beating the Mongols from behind.
At one point, over two hundred rough-hewn men huddled together, drenched in sweat. The thuds of weapons piercing bodies and the screams of men falling to the ground merged into one. From time to time, men on both sides fell, but were quickly replaced.
During this time, many Mongols climbed onto the remaining sections of the wagon walls, but were shot down by the longbowmen and Dothraki in the rear, leaving behind more than a dozen bodies. The Mongols quickly fired across the mercenaries' rear, and after several rounds of fire, the mercenaries, longbowmen and Dothraki, overwhelmed, retreated into the tents. The Mongols seized the opportunity to climb onto the wagon walls and began firing.
After all, the mercenaries and the Dothraki were outnumbered, and were gradually forced to retreat by the Mongols. Seeing the gap widening, more and more Mongols rushed in. Several tall Dothraki took a few steps back, ran quickly, roared "Ao", stepped on the mercenaries' shoulders, and jumped from the air into the Mongol camp. The Dothraki warriors who landed on the Mongols waved their scimitars and slashed wildly with beasts, splashing blood. The Mongols were caught off guard and were chopped down one after another, and there was a panic.
The mercenaries took the opportunity to rush forward, stabbing with their spears, forcing the Mongols out of a gap, and the Mongols on the wall of the car were also knocked down.