Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 221 The Battle of King's Landing

At dawn, the siege began.

Lacalo and Quilo led two thousand warriors to begin their advance.

They formed a dense square formation, holding huge shields to create a shield wall, and slowly approached the city gate.

Crossbow bolts as thick as a child's arm flew wildly overhead, piercing through the crowd in a volley, disrupting the formation for a moment, but it was quickly reorganized.

The shield wall pressed forward, and the warriors stepped over the bodies of their fallen comrades to continue their advance. The Dothraki were known for their bravery, and death only fueled their fighting spirit.

When they came within range of the crossbows, the crossbowmen on the city wall began to unleash a rain of arrows, which struck the iron and wooden shields with a continuous clanging sound.

Most of the arrows were blocked by the shield, but some still managed to slip through the gaps. "Ah!" A warrior was struck by an arrow and fell, blood splattering everywhere.

"Keep formation!" Quiro shouted. "Don't break formation!"

Quello and Lacalo's mission was to distract the defenders and create opportunities for the main attacking force. The four thousand-man squads, like two sharp blades, sliced ​​towards the city walls from different angles.

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On the city wall, Jaime looked down at the densely packed enemy troops below, his brow furrowed.

He underestimated the enemy; their offensive was even more ferocious than expected. If this continued, King's Landing would be breached sooner or later.

"Rolling Stones, get ready!" James shouted.

The defenders received orders to push the huge stones to the edge of the city wall and wait for the enemy to approach.

At the same time, Baqu heard horns sounding from the opposite bank of the river, indicating that the two forces of Quello and Lacalo had begun a feint attack.

He swung his command flag sharply, and twelve 12-pound cannons stood in neat rows beside him, their muzzles aimed at the muddy gate.

"Load!"

"Fire!"

The twelve cannons roared simultaneously, flames soaring into the sky and smoke billowing everywhere. The cannonballs whistled towards the city gate and crashed into the thick oak-clad iron gate panels.

"Boom boom boom!"

A cloud of dust rose from the city gates, the city walls seemed to tremble, and the enormous explosion shook the entire city of King's Landing.
But when the smoke and dust cleared, the city gate only had a few dents, yet it still stood firm.

"Again!" Baqu said, undeterred.

The second round of shelling began. This time, the gunners adjusted their angles, and shell after shell hit the same spot, causing cracks to appear in the oak door panels.

The defenders were witnessing the power of artillery for the first time, and many turned pale. The explosions were louder than thunder, and the city walls could be clearly felt shaking.

"What kind of sorcery is that?"

"Damn Dothraki, they have demons helping them!"

They had never seen such terrifying weapons. If the enemy could so easily blow open the city gates, what could possibly stop them?

Jaime noticed that morale was wavering and immediately shouted, "Cheer up! Those are just siege weapons, nothing to be afraid of! The gates are still standing, we can hold them!"

At this time.

A tremendous crashing sound came from the Blackwater River, and the waterborne attack led by Zheko and Garan began.

Twenty Drogon warships, carrying massive siege towers, rammed directly into the city walls.

The siege towers are over twenty meters high, with their tops level with the city walls, allowing Dothraki warriors to climb directly to the top via internal passages.

As the warships slowly approached the city walls, the warriors atop the siege towers raised their Mil triple crossbows and exchanged fire with the defenders on the city walls.

"Not good!" James realized the danger. "Ballasters! Archers! Dip them in oil and fire at the siege towers!"

Countless burning arrows shot towards the siege tower, but most were blocked by the thick wooden planks. The siege tower was also covered with wet cowhide, which provided excellent fire resistance.

The first siege tower reached the city wall.

The ramp at the top was lowered, and Zheko was the first to rush out, wielding a scimitar and letting out a beast-like roar, immediately cutting down two guards.

"kill!"

More warriors surged onto the city walls.

A fierce battle erupted on the city walls. The Dothraki were exceptionally brave, wielding their scimitars with lightning speed. They quickly gained a foothold and occupied a considerable territory, while the defenders suffered a series of defeats, their faces showing despair, and some even considering fleeing.

Jaime personally took up his sword and charged into battle, constantly wielding his longsword and fighting the enemy.

"Hold the line! Those who retreat will die!"

The Kingslayer's swordsmanship was also top-notch; his sword flashed, and he killed three Dothraki warriors in just a few rounds. But the enemies were simply too numerous, and they continued to pour into the siege towers.

Just then, a voice rang out from the city wall.

"With the relics of Prince I here, we are invincible! We will show no mercy to our enemies!"

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw the High Sparrow appear on the city wall. He was wearing a crystal crown, a relic of Beile I, and holding a scepter inlaid with jewels. Yet he was still dressed in a simple coarse wool sweater. He was the spokesperson of the Seven Gods and had a very high prestige among the common people.

"May the Seven Gods protect King's Landing!" the High Sparrow cried out. "Fight to the very end! The gods are with us!"

The power of religion was extremely strong in this era, and the appearance of the High Sparrow invigorated everyone.

Moreover, they were protecting their families inside the city, which instantly boosted their fighting power and greatly inspired the defending troops. They were finally able to reorganize a counterattack, with shouts echoing throughout the city.
"Kill the heretics!"

Dzeko gradually felt the pressure.

The enemy's counterattacks grew increasingly fierce, and his own casualties increased. But he could not back down; the gains they had finally made were hard-won, and once lost, they would be difficult to regain.

"Hold on! We will win!" Dzeko swung his sword, felling a man in a golden robe. "Kao is watching us!"

"Pour in the boiling oil!" James shouted, seizing the opportunity.

Ignoring their own safety, the defenders poured boiling oil onto the siege towers and then launched rockets again.

The massive siege tower instantly transformed into a torch, killing or wounding the Dothraki warriors who were climbing it. Their screams echoed through the sky, and many fell into the Blackwater River like torches.

Dzeko could sense that the situation was deteriorating. The defenders were pouring in from all directions, and to make matters worse, the siege towers were on fire, and reinforcements had stopped coming.

Old Mosso witnessed this scene and was heartbroken.

These warriors were the elite of Karasa, and the loss of even one of them was a huge blow.

“My blood of blood…” Old Moso looked at Rahalo, his eyes filled with pain.

Lahalo's face was also grim. He knew that there would inevitably be sacrifices in the siege, but seeing his brothers, who had been eating and drinking with him just yesterday, die in front of him made him feel extremely heavy-hearted.

At that moment, a huge explosion came from the city gate, and when the smoke and dust cleared, a huge gap was revealed.

The mud gate has finally been blown open!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Lazar led his troops to set up a shield wall and advance to the city gate.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Lazar was the first to rush into the doorway, but what awaited them behind it was not an empty street, but a dense barrage of crossbow bolts.

Jaime had anticipated that the city gates would be blown open and had set up a second line of defense behind them. Hundreds of crossbowmen lay in ambush on both sides, and as the Dothraki rushed into the gate, countless crossbow bolts rained down from both sides.

The doorway has become a death trap!
The Dothraki warriors charging ahead fell one after another, struck by arrows, their blood staining the ground red.

"retreat!"

Lazar realized something was wrong, brandished his scimitar, and cut down two golden-robed men blocking his retreat, creating an escape opportunity for the warriors behind him.

But more defenders flanked from the side, and the close-range crossbow fire was extremely deadly. Many Dothraki warriors fell, but Lazar, with his exceptional skills, fought his way out and successfully led his surviving men to retreat through the gate.

The battle on the city walls had reached a critical moment. All the siege towers were set on fire, and the assault team led by Zheko was in dire straits, with more and more enemies and fewer and fewer of their own.

"retreat!"

Zheko shouted, but he remained standing, covering the rear like a war god, cutting down the approaching enemies one by one.

Finally, he led the remaining soldiers to the edge of the city wall and jumped into the Blackwater River.

On the other side, Garan was also besieged by a group of golden-robed men. Although he fought back fiercely, he was eventually outnumbered and pushed off the city wall by a group of shield soldiers, falling directly into the Blackwater River.

At this moment, countless corpses were floating on the Blackwater River, including Dothraki warriors and King's Landing defenders.

The river was stained dark red with blood, burning planks and debris were scattered everywhere, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of smoke and blood.

(End of this chapter)