Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 224 It's all your fault, you useless trash!

On the fourth day after the landing, Lajalo received a report on the night raid.

Although Margaret was rescued, dozens of warriors lost their lives in the process.

He didn't have time to see her, so Garland escorted her back to the Reach, where it was safer.

"Shall we continue the siege today?" Old Moso asked.

"Kao, there's movement on the city walls!"

Before Lahalo could answer, a commotion broke out in the camp. He rushed out of his tent and rode his horse to the front lines.

A familiar figure came into view; it was Joffrey Baratheon.

The young, arrogant king stood atop the city wall, shouting loudly at the Dothraki army below. Although it was impossible to hear what he was saying, his gestures and expression clearly indicated that it was anything but pleasant.

“He’s provoking us,” Lazar said through gritted teeth.

However, a slight smile appeared on Rajalo's lips.

While the war raged on, King's Landing was embroiled in internal strife between the siblings. Tyrion was dead, and Jaime was holding a funeral and mourning for him, which gave Laharo a perfect opportunity.

He knew Joffrey's character well: arrogant, brutal, and stupid. Lahallo had already come to regard Joffrey as his good helper.

"Summon all generals to my tent immediately for a meeting!"

A moment later, all the important generals gathered in the tent: Old Moso, Lazar, Quello, Lacaro, and Dzeko, as well as several officers from Baqu and the Golden Regiment.

Rahalo looked around at everyone and said slowly, "From today onwards, in sieges, only defeat is allowed, not victory."

As soon as he finished speaking, the generals looked at each other, not understanding what Khao meant.

“My blood, my blood,” Lazar asked, bewildered, “our warriors have been risking their lives to besiege the city, why deliberately fail?”

“Yes,” Quiro said, equally puzzled, “we have cannons, why don’t we just bombard the city walls?”

“King’s Landing’s walls are too high and too thick. It’s unrealistic to expect cannons to blow them down, and we can’t attack the city while the cannons are firing, so we can’t rely on cannons entirely.” Rahalo changed the subject. “Now I’ve discovered a better way than a direct assault. I’m going to catch a big fish.”

"What method?" old Mosso asked.

"It's that kid Joffrey. If we keep losing, he'll definitely lose his temper and lead his army out of the city to pursue us."

Dzeko asked, "An ambush in the wild?"

Old Mosso asked doubtfully, "If we keep retreating, won't it affect morale?"

“Tell our warriors, this is tactic,” Lajalo explained. “Our retreat today is precisely so that we can advance with great strides tomorrow!”

Although the generals still had doubts after hearing this, they would carry out all of Rahalo's decisions without hesitation.

That afternoon, the Dothraki army launched another attack on King's Landing. But this time, however, all the generals strictly controlled the intensity of the attack.

The artillery bombardment appeared fierce, but in reality, most of it missed its mark.

The attacking force charged fiercely, but was forced to retreat near the city walls due to a "fierce counterattack." Burnt engineering equipment and armor and shields were everywhere, making the losses appear even greater than during the initial siege.

Joffrey, standing on the city wall, was overjoyed to see the Dothraki retreat. He recalled the moment when Rahalo, in front of everyone, declared his fear of King Joffrey by the Kingswood, a moment he still vividly remembered.

What a glorious victory it would be if I could personally lead the army to defeat them!

"See that!" he yelled at those around him. "The barbarians fear me! I should have taken command myself long ago; letting Jaime lead was the biggest mistake!"

Genos Slint immediately flattered, "Your Majesty is wise! Your reputation strikes fear into the hearts of our enemies!"

"Ser Marin, Ser Beros!" Joffrey turned to the Kingsguard. "Assemble the army immediately! I'm taking you out of the city in pursuit! I'll show Laharlal who the real king is!"

At this moment, Bronn frowned. James had told him to be wary of any whimsical actions Joffrey might take.

He didn't want to get involved in this mess, and Joffrey's life or death was none of his business. But seeing the current situation, Joffrey clearly wanted to outshine James and was eager to claim credit. He didn't want to die with this fool.

“Your Majesty,” Polon said, “the Dothraki are very cunning and are probably trying to lure us out of the city.”

The city walls fell silent instantly. Everyone stared at Polon in shock, no one daring to say such a thing while the king was in high spirits.

Sure enough, Joffrey's face darkened: "What did you say?"

“I told you this might be a trap, Your Majesty.” Polon chuckled awkwardly, sensing the murderous intent in the air as well.

"How dare you question my judgment?" Joffrey's forehead veins bulged as he drew his longsword and pointed it at Bronn. "I should cut your tongue out! No, I should throw you off the city wall to your death!"

Genos Slint immediately jumped in: "His Majesty is right! People who question the dignity of the royal family do not deserve to live!"

Others also condemned Bronn's disrespect.

Just then, Sambo Clegane, the hyena, couldn't help but speak up, "Your Majesty, you are protected by the God of Warriors! However, killing a commander on the battlefield might anger the God of Warriors. Please reconsider!"

Joffrey turned and glared at him: "What do you mean?"

“Just like the bard’s song says, it will bring misfortune, Your Majesty,” the hyena continued. “The black-hearted Harren burned the Grand Maester who advised him to surrender on the walls of Harrenhal, and the conqueror’s dragonfire burned the entire city. And Maegor, he beheaded seven ministers who advised him to make peace on the walls of King’s Landing, and seven days later he was dragged off the Iron Throne by the people…”

Joffrey hesitated.

Although he was cruel, he also believed in the power of the Seven Gods.

Seeing this, Slint immediately changed his mind: "Why not punish him by making him clean the latrines! Let this coward do the dirtiest work!"

“Yes!” Joffrey nodded. “Bron, from today onwards you will clean the latrines of the Red Keep! Until I am pleased!”

Bronn was chased off the city wall by several men in golden robes wielding clubs. He fled in terror, howling in pain, but he was secretly relieved. Cleaning latrines was better than courting death.

At this moment, Joffrey looked into the distance and discovered that the Dothraki army had already retreated far away.

"Damn it!" he roared, "It's all your fault, you coward! You made me miss my chance to pursue!"

He raised his sword and shouted insults at the foot of the city wall: "Lahalo! You cowardly barbarian! You only dare to run away! If you dare to attack the city again, I will cut off your head!"

Then he turned to the crowd, his eyes gleaming with madness: "Remember! Next time anyone dares to stop me from going out of the city to fight, I will kill them! I am the king! No one can stop me from building my empire!"

(End of this chapter)