Chapter 83: The Unsullied
Seven thousand years ago, the ancient Ghis Empire was almost the most advanced civilization at the time. They were prosperous and powerful, and almost ruled the entire Essos continent.
But it only prospered for 1,000 years. The sudden rise of Valyria, a civilization of dragons and magic, destroyed that empire in just a few decades.
Unlike other Valyrian free fortresses, the Ghis Empire was too close to the Valyrian Peninsula, leaving almost no pure blood. At this time, the Ghis in Slaver's Bay were all mixed-race, and they couldn't even speak Ghiscari.
At this moment, the knight with a shamatte look said to a fat Ghis in Valyrian with an accent: "My good lord, I will bring the people here for you.
Alas, those barbaric Andals can't even speak Valyrian, you should hire a better translator."
Opposite the square is a huge 120-meter-high pyramid, similar to the Mayan pyramid.
The Egyptian pyramids have many steps. The steps on each side of the pyramid can be climbed, but the number of steps in the Aposta pyramid is mostly 33, so each level is very high.
The Seven Gods believe in the number '7', and the Gis people believe that '33' has the most mysterious meaning.
The 120-meter-high pyramid has a step of 3.6 meters high.
In order to climb to the top, a normal staircase passage will be dug on a large step.
At this time, a comfortable soft couch was placed on the bottom large step, and a tall fat man with brown skin was lying on it. He was wearing a tokar with golden tassels - like a long, loose and dragging sheet wrapped around the body, buckled on one shoulder, and needed to hold the robe with his left hand when walking.
He was Kraznys the Good, a big slave trader.
The slave owner held a short whip in his right hand and pointed at Dany and the others. From time to time, he picked up fruits and wine glasses from the chopping board in front of him and put them into his mouth with his left hand. There was a pair of twin girls behind him fanning him.
"I have the best translator. She can speak dialects from every corner of the world." Kraznys pointed at the little girl beside him.
He also spoke Valyrian, but with a strong Ghis accent.
Dany and the others had been standing by the fountain, waiting for their master's call. When she heard their conversation, she couldn't help wondering, "Why did that guy think I couldn't speak Valyrian?"
A gleam flashed in Jorah's eyes, and he said lightly, "I did it on purpose. I hope they think you only know the Common Language of Westeros and Dothraki."
Dany nodded, understanding his little trick.
"Hey, that Westeros bitch, look down here," the slave trader Kraznys suddenly sat up and shouted at Dany by the fountain, "I sell meat, not iron, and I can't sell the bronze statue of the banshee!"
The little translator shouted in a slightly stilted Common Language, "Mother of Dragons, the good master invites you to admire the heroic figure of the Unsullied warriors."
The girl was less than ten years old, with a flat round face, dark skin, and golden eyes unique to the Nath people.
The Nath people live on the island of Nath, near the Basilisk Islands. They are known as the "peaceful people" and are the best slaves in the world.
Well, they are too cowardly, even more honest than the "sheep people" of Lazar.
Dany saw the Unsullied as soon as she arrived here.
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 at attention. Their faces were like granite carvings. There was no liveliness under the scorching sun. Their eyes were emotionless, staring straight ahead, paying no attention to Dany and her group next to them.
"They stand in a neat row, but this does not represent combat effectiveness. I want to learn more about their training. If they only train to line up and stand at attention, it will be of no use to me." Dany walked to the steps and said to the little girl with a smile.
The flat-faced black girl looked at her curiously and said to her master: "The Westeros woman is very satisfied with them, but she didn't praise them. She seemed to want to lower the price. She also wanted to know how the Unsullied were trained."
"Are all Westeros pigs so ignorant?" The good master wiped the sweat from his forehead and complained: "Didn't her barbarian husband tell her the story of '3,000 Unsullied protecting Qohor'?"
400 years ago, ancient Valyria was destroyed in the Cataclysm, and the political situation in Essos also changed dramatically. In addition to the major free cities declaring independence, the nomadic Dothraki in the east gradually expanded their power without any constraints.
A khal named Temo led his khals to represent the centaurs and went west to the Great Plain of the Norn River for the first time.
Along the way, 20,000 roaring warriors burned, killed, looted, and swept through all the cities they passed by.
Finally, they passed through the Forest of Qohor and stopped at the foot of Qohor.
Khal Temo used his light cavalry to defeat the heavy cavalry of Qohor, scaring the two major mercenary organizations, the Bright Banner and the Second Sons, to flee overnight.
Just a few hours before the city was breached, the 3,000 Unsullied that Qohor ordered from Aposta finally arrived.
Aposta was more than 10,000 miles away from Qohor, and without a break, the battle of 3,000 light infantry vs. 20,000 scimitar cavalry began immediately.
In the end, 12,000 Dothraki died in the battle, and only 2,400 Unsullied who were protected by leather armor died in the battle. Khal Temo and his sons and blood guards all died on the spot.
The remaining 8,000 centaurs walked in front of the Unsullied who were still standing proudly on the battlefield, and took the initiative to cut off the braids behind their heads and threw them at the feet of the Unsullied warriors to express their surrender.
The Battle of Qohor almost became a propaganda film for the Unsullied. Not to mention the continent of Essos, even Westeros on the other side of the Narrow Sea included this event in a collection of legendary stories and circulated it widely.
Kraznys opened his mouth wide and gave Dany an exaggerated smile, "Tell her about the 3,000 Unsullied who defended Qohor and surprise her. Speak faster, slave. Oh, it's so hot, has Eternal Summer arrived?"
The little slave girl told the story vividly and vividly, and finally concluded: "Dear guest, please rest assured that the Unsullied are unparalleled in the use of spears, shields, and daggers. This is well known to the world."
Dany tilted her head and whispered to Jorah, "What's wrong with that T'mokhal? He has made the centaurs lose face for several lifetimes."
She knew the Howling Warriors very well. They were absolutely superb martial artists. They grew up on horseback since childhood, were skilled in archery and horsemanship, and were fearless. They were almost the strongest light cavalry.
She had always thought that only the heavy armored cavalry of Westeros could restrain them, but then she looked at the Unsullied standing there like a wooden stake. He wore a conical bronze helmet with a 30cm long spike on it, a bit like the lightning rod helmet of a Qing Dynasty general. He was only wearing sleeveless leather armor, a 40cm long short sword on his waist, a 1-meter diameter foreskin wooden shield tied to his left wrist, and a spear in his right hand.
Standard light infantry attire.
How to deal with the centaurs who move as fast as the wind and shoot arrows like rain?
"I guess when Temo first saw the Unsullied, he underestimated the enemy. He probably sent the cavalry to directly attack the shield and spear formation of the Unsullied." Jorah said carefully.
The 3,000 Unsullied defending Qohor is a historical fact, not an illusory legend. They must have won the battle at that time, otherwise how could we see the city of Qohor today?
Whitebeard stroked his beard and sighed, "The centaurs are too direct. Khal Temo took the lead in launching the attack, which means that he might have died in the first wave.
The remaining warriors did not know how to change the formation and attacked wave after wave. If it were other armies, they might have collapsed when the casualties reached 20%, but the enemy was the Unsullied. Even if only one of them was left, they would not retreat or panic."
Kraznys knocked the girl's head with the short whip in his hand, and asked irritably, "What are those wild pigs talking about?"
"The two servants are boasting about the bravery of the Unsullied to the guests." The little translator said.
"Hahaha, they are quite knowledgeable. Let them talk slowly. The more the little bitch is tempted, the more slaves she will buy later." The slave owner laughed a few times, clapped his hands, and called a group of young female slaves in silk clothes and pants. They walked to the side of Dany and others and held up silk patterned parasols for them.
Parasols are useless. The weather in Slaver's Bay is particularly hot. The sun has been scorching since dawn. The thick red bricks of Pride Square are baked hot. Through the thick soles of shoes, you can feel the heat from your feet.
Waves of hot air rise up, making the Astapor Step Pyramid around the square look like a mirage.
"Unsullied, my good slave!" Kraznys raised the silver whip in his hand and shouted, "Put down your shields and spears, take off your leather armor, and let the women of Westeros see your strong and powerful bodies."
"Hua La La!"
A thousand clay and stone-like warriors "came to life" at once. They bent down in unison to put down their shields and spears, and quickly untied their leather armor and silk pants, leaving only the white linen wrapped around their waists and hips and the lightning rod helmet on their heads.
Soon they stood up again so that the Queen of Westeros could examine them carefully.
Dany really took a closer look and found that they all had strong and tall bodies.
As eunuchs, Bewas had a big belly like a pregnant woman, but they all had more than four abdominal muscles.
The slave girl told her: "They are selected based on their size, speed and strength. They start training at the age of five. They practice from dawn to dusk every day until they are proficient in the techniques of short sword, shield and three types of spears.
The training is extremely harsh. It is a well-known fact that only one out of three boys survives.
There is a saying about the Unsullied - from the day you win the spiked helmet, the most difficult life is over, and no mission from now on will be as harsh as the original training."
Kraznys did not know the common language, but he still pretended to understand while listening and nodding. After the little translator finished speaking, he said proudly: "Tell that lost Go to the queen of the kingdom, 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 down; tell her that even if nine hundred and ninety-nine of them fall to the brick floor and die, the last one will still stand still until his own death comes. Tell her that this is the courage of the Unsullied. "
When the serious-looking little translator finished speaking, Whitebeard angrily stomped the ground with the hardwood cane, and said to Dany in a low voice: "That is not courage, but madness. Let's go, the people here are all a bunch of lunatics!"
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