The once tranquil Black Forest suddenly fell silent.At that moment, the scouting party returned with a report: "Kao, the fourth wave of enemy scouts has passed, and the number of those crossing the river is about to exceed half."A profound silence ensued.Mongho, leading over six thousand Dothraki screamers, quietly guided his warhorses forward. This was the moment—finally, they were emerging from the Black Forest.The horses' muzzles were bound, and their hooves wrapped in cloth, merely to avoid detection by the enemy before the battle. Once the cavalry engaged, the cloth would be removed, for the wrapping dulled the horses' senses, causing them to lose traction and stumble in combat.Beyond the forest, the sun hung like a severed head, an orange-yellow orb glaring and almost blinding. The world, bathed in its golden hue, reflected dazzling rays of light.Mongho urged his steed forward, the scorching wind whipping across his bare chest.Suppressing his excitement and anxiety, he gave a decisive command:"Dothraki riders, attack!""Hoah! Oho!"Six thousand Dothraki screamers unleashed their battle cries, urging their steeds into a gallop. The army surged forward, dark as the floodwaters of the Darkcurrent River, the thunderous sound of hooves reverberating across both riverbanks.The horses' trot gradually synced, their steps resounding like a crashing storm. As they quickened, the earth seemed to tremble beneath their charge.Dust billowed into the air, the wind howling in Mongho's ears, but the rush of blood brought a cooling sensation, easing his nerves.These six thousand riders were not the ragtag soldiers of the ordinary Dothraki. Most belonged to his own Kas tribe, with the rest selected from elite warriors of other clans. Each one was proficient in the use of bows, spears, and scimitars.The sudden eruption of the cavalry was like a tidal wave, overwhelming the nearly ten thousand troops already across the river. The enemy had no time to organize themselves, disoriented and confused, like a leisurely stroll turned to chaos.Only when the Dothraki riders were within five hundred paces did the enemy begin to react.Warriors of the Jumo Kao tribe, scattered and shouting, charged out to meet them. But they had barely ridden a hundred paces before being riddled with arrows.At this moment, both sides of the river realized the full scale of the attack, yet their actions were too hasty and disorganized. Unable to connect front and rear, they descended into disorder.At two hundred paces, a volley of arrows rained down upon the Jumo Kao forces. The Dothraki archers' onslaught was devastating, as the enemy lacked protection and were densely packed.At one hundred paces, two waves of cavalry archery tore through the enemy ranks, causing the Jumo Kao warriors to falter and scatter. Many stood frozen, their once fiery eyes now clouded with confusion and fear.With nearly thirty percent casualties, even the elite forces were on the brink of collapse. Yet the Dothraki's savage spirit flared, and they still attempted to rally for a charge.In the final hundred paces, the six thousand screamers tightened their grip on their horses' bellies and drove their spears forward.Ssshh—Mongho's spear pierced the chest of an approaching enemy rider, who was flung from his steed by the force of the blow.In the blink of an eye, Mongho drew his Arak curved blade, and as he passed a grim-faced foe, only the sound of the enemy's final breath remained.In his peripheral vision, he saw the arc of another curved blade aimed at his face. Anger surged within him, and he thrust out his arm to block the strike, gripping the enemy's horrified face with his fingers, blood seeping through his clenched fist. Together, man and horse were sent crashing to the ground.Cutting through the enemy lines, the screamers sought to turn back, only to find that the Jumo Kao forces had already disintegrated. Soldiers fled in every direction, even their warhorses shrieking as they jumped into the river, drowning in the whirlpools below.On the eastern bank, the enemy hesitated, their retreat clashing with the panic-stricken rear units, causing further disarray."Boom, boom..."The ground trembled as a dark line appeared on the eastern horizon. The swirling smoke, like a tornado, rose to obscure the sun, and the vast sea of Dothraki riders surged forward like a tsunami, threatening to sweep away the disorganized forces on the eastern shore.Blood stained the earth, mixing with the mud. Warhorses dragged the bodies of their fallen riders, their mournful cries lost in the rushing waters, as the red tides were swallowed by the whirlpools.The warriors of the Jumo Kao tribe, in their last act of defiance, cut off their own braids, dismounted, and prostrated themselves on the ground.