Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 200 Internal strife
“One more stop,” Lajalo said, “to the forward camp!”

When they arrived at the forward camp, the soldiers were urgently assembling. The commander of the forward camp had also received news of the mercenaries' defection.

Garland resorted to his old trick, raising his token and announcing:
"General Ferro's latest order! The mercenaries have all defected! They want to take advantage of the chaos to seize command! The general orders the forward battalion to immediately counterattack and defend the camp!"

The former battalion commander didn't really trust mercenaries, so he immediately believed the news.

"Damn mercenaries, I knew something was off about them!"

“And the logistics battalion,” Garland added, “colluded with the mercenaries, stole from their own ranks, and set off wildfires, hoping to wipe us out from the inside!”

"Damn it!" the commander roared in fury. "Order the troops to prepare for battle!"

Having successfully provoked the enemy, Lahalo and his men finally rode off towards the camp, which was now in complete chaos.

The logistics battalion soldiers charged towards the front camp, while the right battalion warriors stormed the mercenary camp. The mercenaries, divided into several groups, rushed to attack the front camp, eager to seize the reward of ten thousand gold dragons.

The soldiers in the vanguard were completely bewildered by the attacks coming from all directions.

Why are they all attacking us?

The commander gritted his teeth and shouted, "They are all traitors! Kill them all!"

A chaotic battle erupted in the darkness!

With Ferro dead, the central army was thrown into chaos, the command system completely failed, no one knew the truth, and everyone believed they were carrying out General Ferro's orders.

Brothers turned against each other, comrades killed one another, and the entire military camp became a huge slaughterhouse!
"Kill the traitor!"

"Grab the bounty!"

Various shouts mingled together, accompanied by the sounds of clashing weapons and screams of the dying. Under the firelight, people were fighting each other everywhere!

In the distance, the High Priest Jacob, with his head covered, stood in front of his great tent, his face ashen.

He had already heard the explosions and seen the towering green flames, and now seeing the various battalions starting to fight each other, a sense of foreboding rose in his heart.

"Go and check on General Ferro's condition!"

He had barely given the order when someone came to report: "High Priest, General Ferro is dead!"

Jacob's heart sank!
Without the supreme commander, this expeditionary force is like a body without a soul!

"Damn it!" he gritted his teeth. "Fifty thousand troops, at great expense, and just like that, they're ruined!"

To make matters worse, a large number of mercenaries were pouring into his camp. These bloodthirsty mercenaries clearly believed that the High Priest possessed a vast amount of gold and silver treasure.

And that is indeed the case; he brought out the vast majority of the treasure on this trip!

"Summon the Unsullied immediately!"

Jacob, watching the chaos outside and smelling the blood in the air, broke out in a cold sweat. He shouted an order.
"Protect your High Priest! Protect your treasure!"

Three thousand Unsullied quickly assembled, holding long spears and shields, and expressionlessly watched the approaching mercenaries, forming a black wall around the camp!
...

Twenty days later, off the coast of Pentos.

More than a hundred Dromont galleys, their sails billowing and masts like a forest, sailed majestically toward Crescent Bay of Pentos!
Stannis Baratheon's flagship, the *Furious*, stood at the center of the fleet, its black banner with a golden stag fluttering in the sea breeze. Scorpion crossbows and catapults on its three decks stood ready, and three hundred long oars churning the water, creating white spray. Meanwhile, the Braavos Iron Fleet's purple banner with a gold sea king and a crowned stag flew side by side!

One is the Free City-State, which boasts the ability to build a warship in a single day; the other is Stannis, Westeros's finest naval commander, former First Lord of the Sea, and known as King of the Seven Kingdoms. This is the combined fleet of two maritime superpowers!
The commanders stood on the deck, gazing at the towering city walls and square brick towers that were faintly visible in the distance, their eyes filled with confidence that victory was imminent.

Communication methods were limited in this era, and the fleet was at sea, so no one could contact them for the time being. News of Ferro's tragic death and the expeditionary force's crushing defeat had not yet reached their ears.

Traveling by land was faster than by sea. Lajalo sped south from the Braavos-controlled area, changed horses at the military camp at the southern end of the Velvet Hills, and continued south, finally arriving back in Pentos five days ahead of schedule.

Lahalo stood atop the Tidebreaker Tower, gazing at the gradually clearer outline of the fleet on the horizon. "They're here!"

He then turned to Baqu beside him, a sinister smile creeping across his face: "Let's use our cannons to toll the death knell for this fleet!"

This is a fundamental clash between two eras!
The combined fleet represents the pinnacle of medieval naval tactics, featuring close-quarters combat using ramming, boarding, and projectile weapons.

His eight cannons will completely overturn the established rules of warfare in this era!
"Lord Kao!" Baqu, dressed in a white robe with a red ponytail emblem on his chest, reported loudly, "The cannons are ready and can be fired at any time!"

Lahalo nodded, his gaze falling on the gun emplacement.

Twenty counterweight catapults and eighty ballistae were deployed on both sides of the narrow passage, densely covering various high points, enabling them to launch concentrated attacks on enemy ships at medium and short ranges.

Most importantly, there were eight newly manufactured Napoleon cannons.

Each of these smoothbore muzzle-loading cannons could hit a target a thousand yards away, with enough power to tear apart the wooden hull of any warship.

Their existence heralds the beginning of a new era, the dawn of the age of firearms!

...

At noon, the combined fleet launched its attack.

Stannis raised his right fist, the war drums on the "Rage" sounded, and more than a hundred Dromon galleys began to accelerate. Tens of thousands of long oars entered the water at the same time, stirring up huge waves. The scene was incredibly spectacular, like a group of sea monsters pouncing on their prey!

"Lower the sails!" the ship commanders ordered.

The Dromon galley relies primarily on oars for propulsion in battle, and its sails are lowered before engagement to prevent damage.

The Combined Fleet sailed toward Pentos Bay in two standard wedge formations, with Stannis's Fury and Braavos's Iron Giant, the flagship of the Iron Fleet, at the apex, flanked by the most maneuverable fast attack ships.

Stannis's plan was simple and effective.

They quickly approached Crescent Bay, bypassing the strait entrance, and instead launched a direct landing operation to seize two tidal towers.

Send another landing force to flank the enemy, avoiding the mistake Robert made due to carelessness last time.

"Catapults and ballistae, prepare!" Stannis ordered. "Fire in a volley as soon as they are within range!"

The crew began preparing Wildfire shells.

Besides the Alchemists' Guild in King's Landing, Braavos also possessed this technology. This was their greatest confidence and the reason they dared to claim that the Iron Fleet was invincible at sea!

In their expectations, Pentos' resistance would be reduced to ashes in the green flames of the wildfire!

Pentos is just ahead!
Fleet commanders could see the tidal bore towers on both banks, the catapults on the gun emplacements, and even the figures of people running back and forth.

It's laughable that these people will soon realize that their desperate struggles are futile in the face of overwhelming power!
(End of this chapter)