Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 172 Saving one's life is justice
"Fight back! Archers, fight back!" Goode's scream was already shattered.

A few scattered archers began to fight back in a panic, but most of their arrows hit empty air.

The grenadiers were well-trained; after throwing their grenades, they immediately hid behind trees and rocks, making any counterattack pointless.

Even worse, they occupied the high ground, giving them a commanding view, while the Stormtroopers had to shoot upwards, greatly reducing their accuracy.

"Third team!" Red Sheep continued to issue the order.

The last three hundred grenadiers aimed at the remaining enemy.

In less than a quarter of an hour, most of Goode's five thousand ambush soldiers were killed or wounded. Limbs and torsos were everywhere, and blood stained the rocks dark red. The air was filled with the smells of gunpowder, blood, and roasted meat.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Goode finally broke down; his green cloak was stained black with blood, and his helmet was nowhere to be found.

But how easy is it to retreat?
The mountain path was narrow and rugged. The defeated soldiers jostled and trampled each other, the sound of breaking ribs could be clearly heard. Some were even pushed off the cliff, letting out shrill screams, bouncing a few times on the rocks before finally falling to their deaths.

"Impossible! How could Lahalo have laid an ambush beforehand?"

Lanli was pale, staring intently at the carnage on the cliff, his mind blank.

At the military conference a few days ago, intelligence clearly indicated that the explosive weapons possessed by Lahalo could only be used if they were buried in fixed locations, like Pentos, and even if they could be moved, they would be very slow, like Stonehelm.

The generals all believed that the explosive weapon was clearly just a half-baked wildfire technology that had somehow leaked out.

But why can even infantry use it now?
His carefully planned encirclement crumbled in an instant, which was beyond his comprehension and filled him with fear from the bottom of his heart.

"Roland!" he roared hoarsely, "Attack now! Crush them!"

However, Roland remained unmoved in the face of Renly's hysterical orders.

When the deafening explosion rang out, the Stormfield soldiers behind them instinctively took a few steps back. They saw flames shooting into the sky, heard the screams of their comrades, and smelled the nauseating stench of burning flesh. The newly recruited soldiers began to vomit, and although the veterans managed to hold it in, their faces were already contorted.

Roland was well aware of this. After witnessing the entire massacre, even the battle-hardened knights showed fear, not to mention the soldiers, who were mainly serfs and tenants.

Fear had devoured their courage; the fact that they could still stand in formation was already a testament to their elite status. Sending them to their deaths at this point would only result in one outcome: a complete rout.

He thought his undercover work would be exposed sooner or later, but he didn't expect to be able to persist for so long, as if even the gods were helping him!

"Roland Storm!" Renly screamed inhumanly, spitting everywhere. "Are you deaf? I command you to attack!"

Roland finally reacted, raising his right hand and making a gesture to remain still.

The soldiers behind him breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously upon seeing the gesture.

No need to go and die!
Many people even silently thanked Count Roland for his kindness!

“Your Majesty,” Roland said calmly, “our army has lost its fighting spirit. Charging now would only be a pointless death. It would be better to negotiate with Laharo; that way, at least we can preserve the strength of Stormlands.”

"You...you dare to disobey the king's orders?" Renly could hardly believe his ears. "This is betrayal! Utter betrayal!"

But his roar had completely lost its intimidating power. The soldiers were whispering among themselves, all agreeing that Roland's words made a lot of sense. After all, no one wanted to be the next unlucky victim to be blown to pieces.

Across the valley, Rahalo seized the opportunity and suddenly raised his scimitar: "Warriors, follow me, charge!"

"Awoooooo...!"

The Dothraki erupted in a deafening battle roar, urging their warhorses to charge towards the remaining soldiers below the cliff. The fleeing Stormlands soldiers became victims of their blades, heads rolling wherever the scimitars passed.

Rahalo charged ahead, his scimitar slicing deadly arcs in the sunlight. A Stormlands Knight attempted to organize a resistance, but the moment he raised his banner, half his head was severed, blood gushing out and splattering the faces of the soldiers behind him.

Lazar followed closely behind, wielding an Arak scimitar made of Valyrian steel, which weighed only a third of an ordinary scimitar. When swung, it was as swift as the wind and as powerful as a heavy hammer.

A fully armed knight was cleaved in two from top to bottom, his armor and body severed in two, his internal organs spilling out onto the ground in a bloody mess.

The other Dothraki warriors were equally formidable. They wielded their scimitars relentlessly, cutting down enemies along the way, the sound of bones shattering echoing as their horses trod.

Soon, the grenadiers completely seized the high ground, while the Dothraki controlled the valley entrance below. Goode was completely wiped out in the chaos, with only a thousand or so survivors fleeing in disarray, all of them wounded.

"All personnel, don armor!"

Lahalo's thousand cavalrymen received the order and sprang into action. Moments later, their warhorses were clad in heavy armor, and their warriors were encased in steel from head to toe, revealing only their murderous eyes.

The lances they carried were five meters long, at least one meter longer than those of a knight.

The distance between charging knights was at least three or four meters, while the standard distance stipulated by Lahalo was seventy centimeters to one meter. When the two armies met, each knight would be attacked by three or four warriors at the same time, and their lances were longer than theirs. Even the bravest and most fearless knight would likely turn and run away when faced with a situation that was almost certain to kill him.

"Prepare!" Rahalo ordered again.

"Wait a minute!"

At this critical moment, a rapid sound of hooves came from the entrance of the valley. Three fast horses galloped away, raising a cloud of dust.

When the three riders charged into the valley, everyone recognized them as Garan, Loras, and Vera.

"Stop!" Garan bypassed Rahalo's army and charged directly to the front of the two armies, roaring, "Soldiers of Stormlands, do not be deceived by Renly! This man is a complete hypocrite; he abuses your queen every day! He is unworthy to be your king!"

Loras followed Garan, shouting, "Stop! There is no justice in this war!"

Garland continued shouting, "Ranly doesn't care about anyone's life or death, he only thinks about revenge!"

These words were like a thunderclap, stirring up a huge uproar in the Stormy Army.

The fact that even the Duke of Highgarden's second son and Renly's Rainbow Guard opposed him speaks volumes about their credibility. Furthermore, Renly's insistence on sending them to their deaths only fueled the soldiers' whispers, and they all looked at Renly with suspicion.

“Nonsense!” Renly shouted hoarsely. “It’s all rumors! It’s a Rahalo conspiracy!”

The Stormlands soldiers had witnessed the power of the grenade bombs firsthand. Facing the Dothraki's new weapon, charging was tantamount to suicide. Now, hearing of the king's atrocities, their morale was completely shaken.

The truth doesn't matter, and it's none of their business. Whoever can save their lives is the one who brings justice.

(End of this chapter)