The Dothraki not only dared not attack at night, fearing ambushes, but also retreated five miles to set up camp.
Once Mufasa confirmed their retreat, he immediately sent men to collect all the more than one hundred thousand arrows they had shot.
The next morning, Mufasa met with the slave masters of Meereen and showed them the arrows he had collected overnight.
"You actually collected over a hundred thousand arrows in one night! Ser Mufasa, how did you do it?" asked Otanse, the Good Master.
"It was just a small trick! Nothing worth mentioning, nothing worth mentioning, ahaha!" Mufasa laughed.
"However, they will attack the city again! I will send the Unsullied to defend outside the city, and Meereen's archers can stand on the wall and shoot at them. This time, we'll be shooting from a higher position, so they won't have the upper hand," he continued.
Things unfolded just as Mufasa had anticipated. When the Dothraki arrived at the city gates, they began their assault, with the Unsullied defending against their attack in front of the city gate.
On the city walls, the Meereenese soldiers exchanged volleys of arrows with the Dothraki.
Although the Dothraki were born warriors, they lacked the advantage of terrain. Their casualty rate was far higher than Meereen's.
Mufasa also witnessed firsthand the iron discipline of the Unsullied, who refused to retreat, bravely confronting the Dothraki cavalry with their infantry.
"Form ranks!" said Rat.
A hundred Unsullied formed a triangular formation, each point as sharp as a dagger. Their long spears were specifically designed to pierce the throats of enemy cavalry horses during an attack, causing them to fall.
Khal Drogo, who was standing behind the Dothraki warriors and directing them, watched his tribesmen fall one by one and roared in fury.
"Damn Meereenese, killing so many of our warriors! Charge with me!"
Khal Drogo personally led the charge.
His arrival significantly boosted the Dothraki's fighting spirit.
The tide of battle was subtly shifting.
"Drogo is here!" Mufasa saw the fierce warrior leading his wolf-like army charging forward.
"Have all the Unsullied retreat inside, then scatter all the soybeans and black beans outside the city."
Although the Good Masters of Meereen didn't know why Mufasa wanted to do this, they still obeyed his command.
When Khal Drogo arrived at the foot of Meereen, he saw all the Unsullied had retreated and burst into laughter.
"Rats! Cowards! Scaredy-cats, afraid to fight me to the death?"
The other Dothraki also mocked the Meereenese.
But as the roasted black beans and soybeans continued to pour down from the city walls...
Their warhorses began to walk forward on their own.
The aroma of the soybeans had already made the warhorses drool.
Khal Drogo was the first to sense something was wrong. He tried to control his warhorse, but they wouldn't obey, charging straight towards the city.
"Oh no, the horses are out of control!" Koholo shouted.
Although warhorses usually obey their riders' commands, during mating season or when hungry, they act on instinct.
"The warhorses are about to enter their firing range!" Koso said.
On the walls of Meereen, Mufasa had already ordered men to nock arrows. In a moment, Drogo and his men would be riddled with arrows.
"Dismount!" Drogo commanded, being the first to leap off his warhorse, with others quickly following. They dismounted and tried to forcefully pull back on the reins, attempting to drag all the horses back.
But human strength is not as great as a horse's! They couldn't pull them back.
At that moment, the city gates opened again, and the Unsullied charged out with their long spears.
Khal Drogo and his men immediately drew their arakhs and engaged them in battle.
But their weapons weren't long enough, and combined with the Unsullied's fearlessness, even someone as strong as Khal Drogo was forced to retreat.
The first phase of the Battle for Meereen, the Meereenese had won.
When Rat led Drogo's horse back into the city and approached Mufasa, the other Meereenese nobles also gathered around him.
"Ser Mufasa, your brilliant strategies are truly remarkable. You not only effortlessly captured half of the Dothraki's arrows but also brought back several hundred of their warhorses."
Mufasa was noncommittal to their praise. He mounted Drogo's black steed and discovered it was a top-tier warhorse, no less magnificent than the thousand-mile steed he had won in a lottery.
"From now on, you shall be called Wuzhui. You have a companion in King's Landing named Chitu."
Mufasa named them after famous divine steeds from his previous life.
However, Wuzhui, the magnificent horse Mufasa was riding, was being ridden by a stranger for the first time and was furious, trying to throw Mufasa off.
But Mufasa immediately activated his warging powers and subdued her. It was then that he realized Wuzhui was a mare, but very large in size.
"When I return to King's Landing, I can breed Chitu and Wuzhui myself!" Mufasa thought.
The Good Masters generously invited Mufasa and his men, including all the Unsullied, each receiving a roasted chicken.
After leaving the feast, Mufasa went to the Temple of Graces.
"Ser Mufasa! The crisis in Meereen is not yet over; Meereen is still shrouded in a life-and-death crisis," the Green Grace said again.
"The Dothraki warriors have been driven away for now. Perhaps they think Meereen is too difficult to bully and will go bully Yunkai instead. I won't concern myself with Yunkai," Mufasa said.
"I saw a towering flood that breached the walls of Meereen. Slaves drowned in the water, and the Good Masters starved to death in their pyramids. They even resorted to cannibalism, exchanging children to eat."
"The crisis is not over, and your responsibility is not over," the Green Grace said.
"Flood? Could the Dothraki breach the dam?"
The Skahazadhan River is indeed upstream from Meereen, and Meereen is also at its estuary.
If the enemy really breached the dam, the consequences would be unimaginable!
"Ser Mufasa, you need to protect Meereen, otherwise this ancient city will be destroyed," the Green Grace said earnestly.
"Whether alchemy is feasible or not is still unknown. If you trick me then, don't forget the Lannister motto: A Lannister always pays his debts. You'd better not trick me!"
Mufasa left the Temple of Graces and returned to his residence. He needed to leave here as soon as possible, but the threat from the Dothraki also needed to be resolved quickly.
Mufasa called Podrick and ordered him to lead twenty Unsullied upstream to the Skahazadhan River to see if the Dothraki were preparing to breach the dam.
Podrick and his men stealthily made their way, evading the Dothraki's surveillance, and reached the upstream area. There, they saw many Dothraki gathered, bathing in the river.
Moreover, many men and women were engaging in activities in the water. Such were the Dothraki!
However, while they were spying on the Dothraki, they were discovered. Because they had fewer men, all the Unsullied were killed, and Podrick was tied up and brought to Khal Drogo.
Inside Khal Drogo's tent, he drank fermented mare's milk and sulked. He had actually suffered a defeat. Khal Drogo hadn't lost a battle in ten years, and this failed assault on Meereen brought back the feeling of shame from his youth.
"Khal, this man brought people to spy on us, and I captured him!" Cohollo said as he entered.
He whipped Podrick several times, causing Podrick to fall to the ground.
"Who are you? You don't look like a Meereenese," Khal Drogo asked. His slave translator translated the Khal's words for Podrick.
"I am from Westeros, a sworn sword of Ser Mufasa of House Lannister," Podrick replied truthfully.
"A man from the Sunset Lands? I've seen some of their sellswords, but they're all in the Free Cities. This is the first time I've seen you come so far, all the way to Meereen. What are you doing here?" Khal Drogo asked.
"We came treasure hunting. We came from the ruins of Valyria! Many even died there, and many contracted diseases. Some of them had their skin turn gray, like stone."
When the slave translator translated this sentence to Khal Drogo and his men, all the Dothraki warriors in the tent were greatly alarmed.
The ruins of Valyria were a cursed place, and some people even contracted greyscale there. They wondered if the person in front of them had the disease.
Cohollo, the bloodrider who had personally captured Podrick, was even more frightened and took off his clothes to check his own skin.
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