Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 158 Devastated
"The Dothraki have landed on my territory?"

Renly stared at Brienne of Tarth, a wave of disbelief washing over him. The wound in his lower body began to throb again, the humiliation of his defeat at Pentos still fresh in his mind.

Unbelievable! The Dothraki dared to come and die!

Lahalo had no warships and limited troops, but he had gathered an army of 80,000 men with his back to the Reach!
Perhaps this is a golden opportunity bestowed by the gods!
Renly touched his smooth chin; he always had a habit of shaving his beard clean, which made him look more like Robert in his youth.

"Assemble the troops immediately!" His voice trembled with excitement. "Take your queen and march towards the Stormlands!"

The next day, Renly wore a green velvet coat with the Baratheon emblem painted in gold thread on the chest.

He wore a crown made of soft gold, with a rose intricately set on it, and a dark jade deer head on the front, decorated with golden eyes and antlers.

He rode a tall, white warhorse, majestic and imposing, with a vast array of banners and an army stretching for miles behind him.

At the very front of the procession, atop a towering siege tower and a massive oak-wheeled wagon covered in raw cowhide, fluttered a huge banner. Its golden background was embroidered with the black crowned stag of House Baratheon, tall, soaring, and proud, large enough to cover the carpet of the castle hall.

Following closely behind were the golden roses of Highgarden, embroidered on the right breasts of soldiers and servants, adorning the green silk banners of spears and lances, and engraved on the shields of the various branches of House Tyrell, sons, brothers, cousins, uncles, and cousins.

In addition, there were the banners of various noble families.

The Florent family's fox and flower banner, two Fossowary family banners (one green apple and one red apple), Earl Talley's sprinter's banner, the Oakhurst family's oak leaf banner, the Clyne family's goose banner, and the Mullendale family's swarm of black and orange butterfly banners.

The lords of Stormlands were not to be outdone. Roland Storms carried the Nightingale banner, Penrose the Feather banner, Ismon the Green Turtle banner, and many other banners belonged to lower-ranking lords loyal to local lords, or to hired knights and free riders. These men gathered around Renly in order to side with the victors in this game of power.

Almost all the nobles of the South responded to Renly's call, and renowned generals Randyll Tarly and Mattus Rowan were also among the army. The 80,000-strong army marched majestically toward Stormlands.

Whenever he passed through fields, farms, and castles, the local people would bow down in worship, chanting "King Renly."

Renly smiled and waved to them, basking in the people's affection.

A few days later, the Stormlands were already in sight, and the black plumes of smoke rising from the distant village caught Renly's attention.

He gestured for the group to stop, frowning as he looked at the distant view.

"Reporting to Your Majesty! There's battle ahead!" A scout galloped back. "A group of Dothraki are raiding!"

“How many of them are there?” Renly asked.

"About two hundred men, they were very fierce, they almost wiped out the entire village!"

Every Dothraki should die!

A burning desire for revenge surged within Renly, a glint of malice flashing in his eyes. He ordered Brienne beside him, "Lead ten thousand cavalry and set off first. Block their retreat."

Brienne, mounted on her horse, was half a head taller than Renly. She bowed slightly, silently drew her longsword, and began to relay orders.

In less than half a day, ten thousand cavalrymen had surrounded the Dothraki in the village. The Dothraki were celebrating their spoils and were completely unaware of the approaching danger.

"For Stormlands! For your king!" Renly raised his longsword. "Charge!"

Amidst fluttering banners and towering spears, a torrent of steel swept towards the village from all directions!

Renly's blood was boiling as he watched the Reach Knights charge forward, a sense of vengeance gradually filling his heart. Brienne led the charge, like a blue whirlwind crashing into the enemy ranks, her swordsmanship sweeping and powerful, even more ferocious than a man's, each swing of her longsword taking a life.

A Dothraki rider galloped up behind her, his scimitar coming in an instant. She gripped the horse's flanks tightly, swiftly turned her upper body, and used her shield to deflect the scimitar. The remaining force struck the rider's cheek, and then she swept her longsword across, sending a hideous head flying into the air.

The Dothraki were caught off guard and, with only two hundred against ten thousand, they were outnumbered and quickly slaughtered!
Lan Li rode his horse around the two hundred-plus corpses on the ground several times, suppressing his excitement.

Last time the Dothraki attacked, the Reach suffered a major defeat. Only Garland killed a few dozen Dothraki, while the combined forces of Randyll and Mace failed to kill even a single one.

But this time, when Renly led his army into battle, he was able to kill more than two hundred Dothraki in the first battle!

"These are the Dothraki cavalry that strike fear into the hearts of the Reach? They're nothing special! How could Randyll Tarly be defeated by these people?"

He dismounted and waved his hand, "Bring the prisoners to me!"

Several knights dragged in two half-dead Dothraki men. After some interrogation, they learned that the raiding party belonged to a knight named Bono, and their camp was located near Summerhall, fifty miles to the east, with a total of about a thousand men.

More importantly, according to the prisoners, Lahaluo's main force is stationed at Lumutwang, and currently only has 5,000 troops.

This news made Lanley's eyes light up.

Although Lahalo brought more men this time than last time, he still had a force of 80,000 men, including 10,000 cavalry.

This time, they weren't ambushed in unfamiliar territory like Pentos, but on Renly's own home turf, where they were well-prepared and reinforcements were ready to arrive at any time.

The enemy force currently numbers only a mere thousand men, presenting a perfect opportunity to strike first. The chance is fleeting, and if the deserters return to tell Bono that once they retreat, it will be too late.

He didn't want to wait for 70,000 infantrymen to advance slowly, and he didn't want to miss the golden opportunity to launch a night raid on the enemy camp!

So he simply abandoned the rear guard stationed near Baiyangtan, and led 10,000 cavalry and several hundred knights on a journey through the night, intending to first eliminate the isolated army of Shengxia Hall and weaken Lahaluo's forces!

Margaret was also taken along; he wanted her to witness firsthand the destruction of the Dothraki under his iron hooves!

As the moon rose high in the sky, ten thousand cavalrymen silently approached Bono's camp. From afar, the camp was brightly lit with bonfires, and the sounds of laughter and fighting filled the air; surprisingly, no sentries had been stationed there.

"These idiots don't even know how to defend themselves?" Lan Li stood at the top of a gentle slope, halting his horse to observe, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Brienne explained from the side, "The Dothraki rarely fight at night; they believe the night belongs to the Khals of the Star Lands."

Her father, acting as an envoy to persuade Pentos to surrender, was killed by Rahalo, so she harbored a deep hatred for Rahalo and began to study Dothraki culture, even learning the Dothraki language.

Renly grinned: "Then let them see what real war is like! Knights, prepare to charge!"

A deep horn sounded, and orderly cavalry charged toward the unsuspecting Dothraki camp.

The first wave of the charge caused great casualties. The drunken Dothraki were trampled into mincemeat before they could even climb onto their horses!

Bono was caught off guard and hastily organized a counterattack, but he was no match for the well-organized heavily armored knights.

Before long, the Dothraki had suffered more than half their casualties. Bono cursed and had no choice but to flee in panic with a few hundred remaining soldiers.

(End of this chapter)