Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 134 Another total wipeout
The procession marched through the streets and alleys, arriving at the wealthy district. There, they saw many manors with the Shield of Pentos standing guard, their armor gleaming and their longswords flashing coldly.

Upon seeing the Shield of Pentos, the rabble instinctively shrank back.

The horrific scene of the Westeros army's counterattack immediately flashed through his mind, and he seemed to be on the verge of scattering.

Seeing that things were going badly, Baqu quickly shouted, "Look! That manor over there is unguarded, the garrison can't defend it! Charge! Gold and silver treasures are beckoning us! Charge, or it will be too late!"

Lahalo had tolerated those noisy noble governors for a long time. Although they had been behaving themselves recently, it was only because their power was currently weak and they were temporarily lying low. Their hatred for Lahalo was deep-seated.

The Iron Vault is watching closely; if things change, these are the first to jump out and betray Laharo.

We can't keep them.

Lahalo gained grassroots support by distributing drinks and food to the public, and he also gained mid-level support by providing loans to small vendors and small business owners.

Now that his base is stable, he believes the time is ripe to take action against these top aristocratic families!
Baqu was one of the mission takers.

"Hurry up! Just grab a handful of gold, and you can live a carefree life at the branch hospital for a whole year, and have countless prostitutes to your heart's content!"

After saying that, Baqu charged forward without hesitation toward an unguarded manor!

After hearing Baqu's words, the thugs were blinded by the gold and silver treasures. Like a pack of hungry wolves smelling blood, they rushed forward without regard for anything else!

The estate is vast, surrounded by marble walls, revealing flower-lined courtyards and fountains, with towering palaces and golden domes that gleam in the moonlight.

As the mob stormed through the gate, they found a hundred Unsullied standing on the front lawn, dressed in uniform black light armor, holding spears and shields arranged in neat rows, like a human wall.

The group halted, and fear began to spread.

The Unsullied are infamous for their fearlessness, insensitivity to pain and death, and unwavering discipline; they are among the most formidable infantry in Essos.

“Let’s go,” one of the thugs who had been shouting the loudest earlier said in a trembling voice, “If we go up against them, we’ll die…”

Sweat beaded on the foreheads of the crowd, their legs trembled, morale began to waver, and there were signs of a renewed collapse.

Baqu's eye twitched. These people have the desire to steal but not the courage. They're all useless. Even if you give them a chance, they won't do anything about it!
Immediately afterward, he gave a whistle, and dozens of burly men squeezed forward, holding repeating crossbows. They exchanged a glance with Baqu, and both nodded slightly.

Immediately afterwards, crossbows rang out from the crowd, raining down arrows upon the Unsullied. Although the Unsullied quickly raised their shields to defend themselves, the close proximity still caused considerable casualties, and gaps appeared in their originally orderly formation.

Baqu seized the opportunity and shouted, "Brothers, our team even has archers and crossbowmen. We are fearless. We can even take down King's Landing!"

The basement is overflowing with gold coins and jewels! Charge, brothers! Fortune is within reach!

Seeing blood, the enemy's morale soared, their eyes turned bloodshot, greed replaced fear, and they fought alongside the Unsullied.

Although the Unsullied were well-trained, they were outnumbered and their formation was in disarray. With crossbow bolts constantly being fired, screams of agony filled the lawn, and blood flowed like a river.

After the chaos subsided, Baqu quietly retreated to the back of the crowd, exchanged glances with the crossbowman once more, and silently disappeared into the darkness.

Actually, being dark-skinned has its advantages. As long as you don't laugh, people can only hear your voice but not see you. Ah, white hair, I'm not keeping it anymore.

Inside the manor, Illian Zeros was hiding in his study, listening to the shouts of battle outside, his obese body trembling under the table.

Several groups of slaves were sent out to gather information, but only one returned, telling him that all roads out of the city were blocked and the streets were full of rioters, making it impossible to escape.

He now realized that Laharo's things weren't so easy to take. With him leading the way, all the nobles had gotten their share, and their fate would certainly not be better than his.

“Damn Lahalo,” he cursed, “once this is over, I’ll make sure he loses everything I own…”

Before he could finish speaking, the study door was violently kicked open, and a group of armed mobs rushed in, their eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

"Tell me, where are the gold coins?" A leading man grabbed him by the collar and dragged him out.

Illian raised his hands: "Don't kill me! I can give you money, lots of money! It's all in the basement..." Before he could finish speaking, more than a dozen knives pierced his obese body at the same time, and blood stained his silk robe.

The mob soon discovered the basement, which, just as Baqu had said, contained an astonishing amount of wealth.

Gold coins, gems, and works of art—the Zeros family has accumulated wealth over generations.

The mob surged forward, fighting and frantically stuffing treasures into their pockets. They even stabbed each other with knives, and the losers fell to the ground and were trampled to death by the crowd.

Shortly afterward, the mob rushed out of the gate and witnessed a horrific scene.

The manor was surrounded by Dothraki cavalry, who sat on their horses, bows nocked, their menacing eyes fixed on anyone trying to break out of the manor.

“Dothraki!” a mob shouted in terror.

Immediately afterward, more rioters poured out of the gate, and upon seeing this scene, they all froze in place. They were still clutching the treasures they had just looted, only to find themselves trapped like rats in a barrel.

The sound of bowstrings vibrating pierced the darkness, and a rain of arrows, like the scythe of death, reaped one life after another. The once spotless streets had now been transformed into a battlefield of carnage!
The scimitar drew a silver arc, and screams, pleas for mercy, the sound of horses' hooves, and the dull thud of blades piercing flesh echoed in the night.

As the first rays of sunlight shone down in the morning, the affluent neighborhood returned to an eerie tranquility.

The Dothraki cavalry withdrew as silently as they had arrived, leaving behind thousands of corpses and streets stained with blood.

Pentos has been transformed.

The parliamentary organization has to clean up the mess.

...

At dawn, thousands of captured mobs had gathered in Victory Square.

A makeshift gallows was erected in the center of the square, surrounded by fully armed Pentos shields, their longswords gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

Rahalo stood on the gallows, looking down at the crowd that had gathered below. They watched in rapt attention, no one daring to utter a sound.

“People of Pentos,” Rajalo’s voice echoed across the square, “last night, these thugs, acting on the orders of the Iron Bank, not only attacked the estates of eight governors, burning, killing, and looting, but also trampled on the laws and order of Pentos!”

Below the platform, the arrested rioters were bound hand and foot, their faces ashen, and watched by Lahalo's guards. Anyone who dared to utter a sound would be struck in the face with a long whip.

“As the commander of the guard, I have a responsibility to maintain peace and stability in Pentos. I want to tell the Iron Treasury that their schemes will never succeed, and those who have been misled by them and harmed Pentos, for whatever reason, will be severely punished!”

All nineteen of Lajalo's opponents were purged this time, leaving sixteen governors who were all his staunch supporters and were grateful to Lajalo for sending troops to protect them during the riots!

The unstable elements such as local ruffians and scoundrels have also been almost completely wiped out, so even if the Iron Treasury wanted to incite a rebellion, it would find that there was no one available.

Furthermore, they have unfairly blamed the Iron Bank, and the people of Pentos already hate them to the core; their popularity is undeniable!

Most importantly, all the money from the opponents ended up in Laharlal's pocket, and he got shares in Roger Bank!
He waved his hand, signaling the start of the execution.

Squads of Pentos's Shield soldiers stepped forward, divided the rioters into groups, herded them to the gallows, put ropes around their necks, pulled the levers, and the thugs cried out as they rushed to their deaths!

The people in the square witnessed all of this. Some of them had their shops smashed, and some lost their loved ones in the chaos. They all cast hateful glances at them.

"The Iron Treasury deserves to die a thousand deaths!"

"Kill the moneylender!"

A very small number of those who went on the robbery and escaped death trembled with fear as they watched their comrades swaying in the wind on the gallows.

If anyone tries to get me to go out on the streets again, I'll report them immediately!
(End of this chapter)