Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 174 Waste
Laharo pounced, grabbing Renly's armor with his right hand and pinning him to the ground, his knee pressing against Renly's chest, and his left hand holding Renly's sword wrist. With a few blows, the sword slipped from his hand.

"No...no...!" Lan Li trembled all over.

"You bully the weak, are you even a man?"

Rahalo raised his right fist and then slammed it down.

The first punch landed squarely on Renly's faceplate.

"when!"

The clanging of metal was like the tolling of a bell, making everyone's eardrums ache. Lanli's visor twisted and deformed instantly; the immense impact sent stars flying before his eyes.

The second punch landed on the same spot again.

"Crack!"

The dent in the visor broke Renly's nose, and blood seeped out from the gaps in his helmet.

The third punch, the fourth punch...

The visor continued to cave in, and finally, Renly's head lolled to the side, his body convulsed violently a few times, and then he remained motionless.

The entire valley fell into a deathly silence.

No one made a sound, not even their breathing stopped; everyone was stunned by the brutal scene, whether Westeros or Dothraki.

Just as Lahalo was about to throw another punch, a roar broke the silence of the valley.

"Stop!" Brienne finally couldn't hold back any longer.

She had sworn allegiance to Renly, and although she was disappointed by his actions, now that she saw her king about to be beaten to death in public, her knightly oath would not allow her to stand idly by any longer. So she drew her longsword and strode toward Laharo.

Brienne was tall and strong, and when she ran, she was unstoppable, her sword pointing straight at Laharo's back.

However, just as she was about to get close, a whooshing sound came from within Lahalo's army formation.

"Whoosh!"

Zheko released the bowstring, and the arrow pierced the air, striking Brienne squarely in the iron gauntlet holding her sword. The immense impact instantly numbed her hand, and the longsword slipped from her grasp, falling to the ground with a clang.

Brienne stared angrily at her empty hands, then at Zheko in the distance, who met her gaze coldly, his bowstring already drawn taut, this time aimed at her head.

At the same time, Garland and Loras rushed up, grabbing Rahalo's arms on either side to try to stop him from continuing his attack.

"Enough! Laharo!" Garan said urgently. "You've beaten him to a pulp! If you kill him, the Reach and the Stormlands will fight you to the death, and there will be no turning back!"

Loras also advised, "He'll die if we keep fighting! Even though he's a bastard, it won't do anyone any good if blood is spilled on the spot!"

Rahalo whirled around, a dangerous glint in his eyes. "I'm avenging your sister, you know that?"

Galan nodded frantically, but still said, "For the sake of our friendship, spare his life! The gods have already made their judgment; he has lost, and lost utterly! Besides, even if he were alive now, it would be more painful for him than death!"

The last sentence convinced Rahalo, who slowly stood up, stared at Renly on the ground, and spat disdainfully.

"waste."

Brienne went to Renly's side, knelt down, and carefully held him in her arms. She removed Renly's helmet, revealing his bloodied and mangled face. Renly's pupils were dilating, his breathing was rapid and erratic, his body was stiff, and he was convulsing intermittently—typical symptoms of intracranial hemorrhage.

Loras also came over to check on Renly's injuries. He gently lifted Renly's eyelids with his fingers and sighed, "Even if he survives, he won't be able to take care of himself."

Lahalo knew that given Renly's current condition and the level of medical care available, he would be in a vegetative state even if he didn't die, and would be bedridden, so there was no need to finish him off.

Life is better than death.

This ending is more satisfying than killing him outright.

Just as everyone was in shock, the sound of thunderous war drums and horns suddenly came from outside the valley.

"The green-and-red hunter's flag is that of Randy Tali!" someone shouted down from the cliff.

...

With the valley in sight, Landau reined in his horse, raised his arm, and signaled for the massive army of 20,000 behind him to halt. Trumpeters sounded their horns, waved their banners, and began relaying orders downwards.

Ever since Garan rushed to the Baiyangtan camp, he felt that Garan's behavior was a bit abnormal.

Just in case, he sent out several scouts to follow them. When the news came back, Landau could hardly believe his ears.

Renly secretly led a group to redeem the flag, and neither side brought many troops. It was the perfect opportunity to wipe away the shame of the previous defeat in the Reach!
Without a doubt, whoever defeats Lahallo will rightfully earn the title of Westeros' greatest warrior!
On the opposite mountaintop, Baqu stood beside Red Sheep, looking at the densely packed River Bend army outside the valley, with countless flags fluttering in the wind. The most conspicuous one was the green-and-red crest of the Tali family, the emblem of a swift hunter.

"Tsk tsk, another daredevil has come knocking on our door!" Baqu rubbed his bald head and roared, "Brothers, assemble the catapult! Let them taste our big machine!"

The members of the Shield of Pentos immediately sprang into action, dividing themselves into four groups of ten, each unloading bundles of wooden and metal parts from their horses.

The ironwood base was reinforced with steel spikes, and each of the four corners had adjustable feet to ensure balance even on uneven ground. Two soldiers carefully measured the level using a makeshift level with water-filled glass bottles embedded in it, adjusting the height of the feet according to the markings until the base was perfectly level.

Next came the main shaft and support frame, followed by a 20-foot-long boom with a leather sling attached to one end, and then a counterweight box filled with rocks sourced locally.

Finally, there was the winch and trigger. We had practiced countless times before, and the assembly process was smooth and efficient. Everyone knew their task, so there was no need for further explanation.

In less than fifteen minutes, four incredibly powerful counterweight catapults were set up and neatly arranged on the edge of the mountaintop, aimed at the enemy troops below.

"Load!" Baqu gave the order.

The soldiers opened four iron boxes, revealing large grenades inside.

Each grenade is nearly one meter in diameter, with an outer shell made of eight pieces of cowhide sewn together and covered with asphalt for moisture and water resistance. Inside, it is filled with gunpowder and thousands of iron balls, making it far more powerful than ordinary handheld grenade launchers.

The grenades weighed 150 kilograms, and the loaders carefully placed them into leather slings.

"ignition!"

Four igniters, each holding a torch, lit the fuse at the top of the grenade, producing a hissing sound and sparks flying everywhere, like small, fire-breathing snakes writhing.

The length of the fuse was calculated to ensure that the ammunition would scatter like flowers in mid-air.

"put!"

With Baqu's command, the operator pulled the trigger, the rope on the winch was released instantly, and the boom swung upwards violently under the force of the huge counterweight, flying into the air with a huge grenade on its back!

(End of this chapter)