Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 171 Saturation Explosion
“Your Majesty,” Roland approached Renly and whispered, “Rahalo should be arriving soon. Our men are in position, and with just your command, fifteen thousand troops will leave Rahalo with nowhere to run!”

“Very well, Earl Roland,” Renly said with a cold smile, “Well done!”

Roland nodded, then asked, "What if Rahalo brings his army along too?"

"Don't worry," Renly chuckled dismissively, "Rahalo is always arrogant and conceited, thinking that with the Queen at his disposal, I'll be hesitant to act? Ha! He's just overthinking it!"

Just then, a troop of cavalry, numbering about a thousand, appeared at the other end of the valley and slowly made their way towards them.

"They're here!" A ruthless glint flashed in Lanley's eyes. "Remember, don't make any rash moves. Wait until I'm back to a safe distance, then signal me before you act!"

Roland accepted the order and turned to leave.

Rahalo's party arrived in the grassy valley, a hundred paces from Renly's men.

Lahalo, clad in Valyrian armor, bells jingling in his long braid, called out, "Ranly," he added, "did you bring the ransom?"

"One hundred thousand gold dragons, not a single gold coin missing." Lan Li pointed to the cedarwood chest on the table. "Where is my royal banner?"

Rahalo snapped his fingers, and two Dothraki stepped forward, opened a package, and pulled out the Crowned Stag banner, waving it around.

Lan Li swallowed hard. "Alright, let's exchange as agreed!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the two groups of people began to slowly approach each other, the atmosphere tense like a fully drawn bowstring, ready to be released at any moment.

Laharlo sent men to deliver a package containing the crowned stag banner to the center, and Renly's personal guards also pushed forward with heavy wooden crates.

Both parties inspected the goods, confirmed that everything was in order, and officially completed the exchange.

"It's a pleasure doing business with you!" Rahalo's lips curled into a mocking smile. "I hope I'll have something to sell you next time."

"These 100,000 golden dragons are your money to save your life!"

Lanli turned and left with a cold laugh, but his voice was too soft for anyone to hear.

Just as Lahalo and his group reached the valley entrance, a deafening roar came from ahead, shaking the earth and then filling the valley with smoke and dust that obscured the sky.

The group tightened their reins, and when the dust settled, they saw that countless boulders and trees blocked their retreat.

Immediately afterwards, deafening horn sounds came from both sides of the valley.

On either side of the cliff, Green Guard Goode held aloft the Crowned Stag battle flag, with five thousand Stormlands elites standing behind him in a dark mass.

The archers were lined up in three neat rows. The front row knelt on one knee, the middle row leaned slightly forward, and the back row stood upright, forming a three-dimensional shooting formation. Their longbows were fully drawn, and countless arrows were pointing towards the bottom of the valley.

The spearmen stood behind the archers, their spears forming a forest of steel. Behind them were heavy crossbows, their bolts as thick as a child's arm already loaded.

Meanwhile, behind Lahallo, Roland Storm led 10,000 elite troops to block the exit on the other side of the valley.

The heavily armored infantry formed a dense square formation, their shields tightly linked, creating an impregnable wall of steel.

The shields were adorned with the crowned stag emblem of House Baratheon, and the soldiers, clad in chainmail and helmets, wielding swords, were well-trained and exuded a menacing aura.

With ambushes ahead and pursuers behind, Lahalo's thousand-plus cavalrymen were in dire straits!

"Hahaha!"

Renly, who had already changed into knight's armor with the help of his servants, couldn't help but laugh loudly upon seeing this, his eyes filled with the pleasure of revenge.

He pointed at Lahalo with his gauntlet-covered finger, "Look at your predicament! You're trapped, with nowhere to turn! You're like a turtle in a jar!" He rode around on his horse, looking around triumphantly, as if victory was already within reach: "Lahalo! Today is your death day!"

However, Rahalo on the other side calmly adjusted his armor, slowly drew his scimitar, and then a trumpeter sounded a long, drawn-out horn.

As soon as the bugle call ended, the same bugle call echoed from both sides of the valley, responding to the buglers in the valley.

Lan Li's expression froze on his face; he already had a bad feeling. Just then, a deafening explosion suddenly came from the northern cliff.

"Boom!"

A ball of orange-red fire shot into the sky, accompanied by thick black smoke. The shockwave from the explosion swept across the mountain, uprooting large trees and sending a torrential downpour of rubble.

Immediately afterwards, more explosions erupted, flames soared into the sky, thick smoke billowed, and the screams of Stormland soldiers echoed throughout the air.

Immediately afterwards, a thousand strangely dressed warriors appeared like ghosts in the thick fog.

Each person was draped in a fishing net, which was densely woven with leaves, dead branches and weeds, making it look like a moving bush from a distance.

This camouflage, known as a "ghillie suit," allowed them to blend perfectly into the mountain forest environment. They had been lying in wait here long before Goode arrived, and no one had been able to detect their presence.

Leading the group was Red Sheep, followed by a thousand Lazar grenadiers, each with a dozen or so fist-sized grenades hanging from their waists.

The pomegranate grenade, with gunpowder in the core, iron beads on the outside, and wrapped in sheepskin, was a new piece of equipment that Laharo specially produced for grenadiers, inspired by his favorite pomegranate.

"First team, get ready!" Red Sheep shouted.

Three hundred grenadiers immediately stepped forward, placed the grenades into the leather pouches at the end of the slings, lit the fuses, and the ropes spun faster and faster.

Finally, the sling made a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

"put!"

At a command, three hundred grenades simultaneously soared into the air, tracing three hundred graceful parabolas before landing precisely on Goode's position.

"Boom boom boom!"

Explosions rang out one after another, and the iron balls and pieces pre-loaded in the casings flew everywhere, reaping lives like the scythe of death.

A Stormland soldier, terrified by the earlier explosion, was trying to run away when a piece of shrapnel sliced ​​off half of his head.

Another person had his chest riddled with holes and fell to the ground like a sieve. Others had their arms blown off and legs severed, with blood gushing out like a fountain.

"Shield defense!" Goode shouted hoarsely, but it was too late.

The heavy oak shields were as fragile as paper in the face of the explosion. A grenade exploded directly in the middle of the shield formation, blowing five or six soldiers to pieces. Limbs and remains flew everywhere, and internal organs and brains splattered all over the place.

"Second team, move out!" Red Sheep ordered expressionlessly.

Another three hundred grenadiers stepped forward, and a new round of bombing began.

Explosions erupted again in the dense crowd, and the scene was horrific.

Some people were blown to pieces, their intestines hanging out of their bodies; some had their legs blown off and crawled on the ground in agony; others were hit in the eyes by shrapnel and rolled on the ground screaming in pain as they covered their faces with their hands.

After a series of saturation explosions, the mountaintop had become a living hell!

(End of this chapter)