Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 196 Giving Gifts to the General
Oberon nodded and led his companions toward the Seventh Camp.

The military camp was much larger than they had imagined.

In addition to the Braavos regular army, there were also mercenary groups from all over Essos. Roughly estimated, the entire camp had at least 50,000 people, with more mercenaries than regular soldiers.

“It seems the hooded priest is determined to take back Kohol this time,” Garan said in a low voice.

“Yes!” A flash of murderous intent crossed Lahalo’s eyes. “If it were just the army, that would be one thing. If I were the commander, I would advance by land and sea, attacking Kohol on one side and Pentos on the other. So we must find a way to break this deadlock as soon as possible.”

The Seventh Battalion was located on the edge of the military camp, and conditions were relatively poor.

However, this was actually a good thing for Lahalo and his group, as the guards here were relatively lax, making it easier for them to move around.

After settling in, Lajalo began to carefully observe the layout of the military camp. The Braavos were very cautious, and the entire camp was heavily fortified.

Regular troops and mercenary groups were strictly separated, and important facilities such as armories and granaries were heavily guarded.

“We need intelligence,” Lajalo said to his companions, “especially the locations of those weapons depots.”

"I can go and find out,"

Oberyn had already heard that Laharo had given the Stark girl a thousand men to support the war in the North, and immediately quipped:

"If I perform a meritorious service, what position will Lord Kao reward me with? At least higher than a centurion, right?"

"Be careful, safety first!" Rahalo laughed. "I'll trouble Your Highness to be my scout. When I get back, I'll write a script that will make you an instant star!"

Oberon curled his lip in disdain and swaggered out of the tent.

Oberon returned two hours later.
"Good news or bad news, which do you want to hear first?" He sat down and poured himself a glass of water.

“Let me start with the bad news,” Rahalo said.

"The bad news is that the camp is more heavily guarded than we thought. The armory is located in the center of the camp, surrounded by three layers of guards, as well as sentries, both visible and hidden. I was warned before I even got close. Moreover, I heard that they even have wildfire stored up."

"Wildfire?" Garland exclaimed in surprise. "Where did the Braavos get wildfire from?"

“Who knows? Maybe they bought it from the Citadel, maybe they got it from King’s Landing.” Oberyn took a sip of water. “In any case, there should be wildfire in the camp, specifically for attacking cities.”

Rahalo continued, "And the good news?"

"The good news is that I heard General Ferro is going to hold a grand banquet tomorrow night to celebrate the founding of the expeditionary force. All the commanders and key members will be invited to attend."

"This is a good opportunity," Rahalo said thoughtfully.

"What do you want to do?" Garland asked.

Harlow thought for a moment and said, "The difficulty lies in the fact that we need access to the armory once, to both detonate the wildfire and escape safely afterward."

"What's your plan?!" Everyone looked at him.

“Get Heraca’s pelt,” Rahalo smiled mysteriously. “Since General Ferro is hosting, we can’t go empty-handed!”

"good idea!"

Oberon's eyes lit up, but he immediately curled his lip. "Using my spoils to do your bidding, you've got a good plan!"

...

The next evening, the center of the Braavos military camp was brightly lit, and the central tent was dozens of times larger than an ordinary tent.

Made entirely of purple silk, the tent is embroidered with the trident of Neptune on all eight sides. Inside, there are more than a dozen long wooden tables piled high with various fine wines and delicacies.

General Ferro Antalion sat in the main seat. He was a middle-aged man in his fifties with gray hair and sharp eyes. He wore a Braavos-style purple robe and a palm-sized golden Neptune trident pendant on his chest.

"Gentlemen!" Ferro raised his glass. "Tonight we gather here for a common goal: to reclaim the city of Kohol!" A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted inside the tent as mercenary leaders from all over Essos raised their glasses in a toast to the impending war.

Lahalo sat near the door, silently observing everyone, including the mercenary leader and many Braavos officers.

He noticed a young officer sitting to Ferro's right, who was clearly of high rank, but he did not find any trace of the hooded priest Jacob.

“That’s Lieutenant Serio Frega,” a mercenary leader from the Controversial Lands whispered beside him. “I heard he’s the eldest son of the Frega family.”

"Bullshit," Lahallo thought. No one knew Frega's family background better than him. His eldest son was old enough to be his father-in-law. This officer must be Leon's brother.

If given the chance, he might as well kill him too. Leon couldn't bring himself to do it, but he didn't have that many scruples. He guessed his wife Leila didn't care either. She had hardly ever met the Freda family, and even their surname was Prestan.

The banquet went on for another hour or so. General Ferro had drunk quite a bit and was flushed. At that moment, he noticed Oberon.

"Which mercenary group leader is that?" Ferro asked, pointing at Oberon.

“Reporting to the general, it is Redhand Karl, the leader of the Strong Brotherhood,” his adjutant Serio whispered in his ear.

"The Strong Brotherhood?" Ferro immediately noticed Oberon's extraordinary bearing, which set him apart from ordinary people, and his interest was piqued. "Never heard of that name before. Call him over!"

Oberon nodded slightly to Rahalo, feigning surprise, and quickly walked up to Ferro.

"General, did you call me?"

Ferro sized up Oberon. "You don't look like an ordinary mercenary captain. You have a different kind of aura about you."

"General, you have a discerning eye," Oberon said respectfully. "I come from a merchant family in Kohol, but my family fell into poverty. So I bought a ship to do business, but it was caught in a storm and sank. I had no choice but to form a mercenary group with my guards to make a living."

"A businessman from Kohor?" Ferro became even more interested. "Then you must know a lot about Kohor."

“Of course!” Oberon said without any modesty. “The former city defense commander of Kohol, Murki Vermuer, is from my wife’s family, so I know a little about Kohol.”

“Excellent!” Ferro raised his glass and clinked it against Oberon’s. “The more people who know Kohol, the better. Come, sit next to me, let’s have a good chat!”

Oberon sat down next to Ferro and began answering all sorts of questions about Kohol, all of which were told to him by Lahalo, including some little secrets that no one else knew.

Who knows Kohor better than the Lord of Kohor?

"That's great!" Ferro became more and more excited as he listened. "With your help, we're even more confident of taking down Kohol!"

"It is my honor to serve the general!" Oberon said modestly.

Just then, Garan walked over carrying a huge package, with a long sword at his waist, looking very dashing.

“General, this is my treasurer, Garland Fohlberg!” Oberon introduced. “He is a Westeros and was once a knight.”

Ferro glanced at Garland and nodded, saying, "A fine young man, exceptionally brave and valiant. Truly, a strong general has no weak soldiers under his command!"

Garland humbly replied, "I dare not presume to teach the general my humble skills."

"Haha, so modest! I like modest young people." Ferro was in high spirits. "Come on, let's have a drink!"

Just then, Garland handed the package to Oberon, who placed it next to Ferro.

"General, the Zhuangzhuang Brotherhood is new to the area and has prepared a small gift as a token of our respect."

"What is this?" Ferro asked curiously.

Oberon untied the bundle, and a huge white pelt was revealed to everyone. It was as white as snow and shimmered in the firelight. The pelt was large enough to cover two horses. It was soft and had an excellent feel.

"Heraca fur?" Ferro exclaimed in surprise.

(End of this chapter)