Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 226 The road ahead is blocked
With the full force of eighty oarsmen, the two warships of Drogon shot like arrows toward the two pillars of the muddy bridge.

The kinetic energy generated by the Drogon warship at full speed was terrifying. The sturdy iron ram at the bow was deeply embedded in the bridge pillar, and the huge impact made the entire muddy bridge tremble.

"For Kao!"

The oarsmen shouted loudly, and then jumped into the Blackwater River like dumplings being dropped into boiling water, beginning their escape downstream.

Then, the detonation device was activated, and the three tons of black powder on each ship exploded in the confined space with a power that exceeded everyone's expectations.

The violent chemical reaction produced a huge amount of high-temperature gas, and the pressure rose sharply.

"boom……!!!"

The deafening explosion resounded throughout the land, and even those inside King's Landing could clearly feel the ground shaking beneath their feet.

The mushroom cloud from the explosion shot straight into the sky, and the red flames illuminated half of the sky.

The two wooden bridge planks were shattered in the explosion, and the overhead suspension cables lost their support and began to collapse, scattering wood chips that fell into the Blackwater River, creating towering columns of water.

Joffrey heard a loud noise behind him, turned around, and his face turned ashen.

"This...how is this possible..."

His former high spirits vanished, replaced by overwhelming fear.

At that moment, the war drums sounded. The Dothraki warriors stopped fleeing, gathered together, and began to regroup, surrounding the five thousand King's Landing cavalry.

They've been feeling frustrated for two days.
Now, the real battle begins!

Lajalo stopped acting, stood ramrod straight, raised his scimitar high, and his voice clearly echoed throughout the battlefield:

"Young Joffrey Lannister! Your escape route is closed, you have nowhere to run! Now, it's time to pay the price for your arrogance!"

On the walls of King's Landing, countless eyes witnessed it all. The explosion of the Mud Bridge and the encirclement of five thousand elite troops were clearly displayed before them.

Cersei's face was as white as a corpse; she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

"Impossible! This must be a nightmare..."

Unfortunately, this wasn't a nightmare, but a bloody reality. She watched as five thousand elite cavalrymen were surrounded by the Dothraki, saw her son's panicked state, and watched his hope of survival slowly crumble.

Lahallo raised his right hand, and ten 12-pound cannons were pushed out from the ranks, their dark muzzles aimed at the King's Landing cavalry trapped in the middle.

Joffrey is a narcissistic and brutal sadist, as well as a cowardly man obsessed with saving face.

He stared at the enormous black creatures he had never seen before, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace, and suddenly roared, "Why don't we have these kinds of monsters?"

"Your Majesty, we should retreat!"

Sandor the hyena nervously surveyed his surroundings. The Dothraki warships had already entered the Blackwater River one after another, their retreat cut off, and ahead lay those indestructible iron pipes.

To the east lies the sea; only by breaking through to the west at all costs can we have a glimmer of hope.

“Retreat?” Joffrey’s eyes gleamed with madness. “I am the King of the Seven Kingdoms! A king never retreats! I will slaughter them all! I will skin Rahalo alive!”

Lahalo's scimitar fell.

"Joffrey, capture him alive; the rest, kill him on sight!"

Ten cannons roared simultaneously, their deafening explosions echoing across the heavens and earth.

The 12-pound iron ball, carrying devastating kinetic energy, roared into the dense cavalry ranks, tearing everything in its path to shreds!
Flesh and blood flying everywhere!
The first volley killed over a hundred cavalrymen. The neighing of warhorses and the screams of riders mingled together, severed limbs were thrown into the air, and blood stained the earth crimson.

On the city walls, Cersei let out a heart-wrenching scream. She watched as King's Landing's elite troops were completely routed in mere seconds, and despair began to spread.

Fifteen minutes later, the cannon fire ceased, and the King's Landing cavalry, like a wheat field ravaged by a tornado, had thinned out considerably. "Damn barbarians!" Joffrey swung his sword at the hyena, which easily dodged. "It's all your fault, you useless trash! Why didn't you spot the trap sooner?"

Cersei had collapsed on the city wall, but the slaughter was not over yet.

Six thousand heavy cavalrymen entered the battlefield, clad in double-layered heavy armor and wielding long spears. They formed six wedge-shaped formations and charged towards the King's Landing army from six directions.

The earth trembled as the heavy cavalry charged like a torrent. Although the King's army was brave, they were no match for the fierce steppe cavalry, who had just been subjected to artillery fire.

The sounds of steel clashing against flesh echoed repeatedly, each charge taking away hundreds of lives.

Thirty minutes later, the heavy cavalry regrouped, and the King's Landing army had been divided into more than a dozen small units that could not support each other and were in danger of being annihilated at any time.

Lahalo felt it wasn't enough, so he raised his scimitar and slashed down fiercely, and 20,000 light cavalry began their final hunt.

They kept shooting arrows around the remaining King's Landing army, then charged forward to reap lives with their scimitars.

The smell of blood filled the air.

Joffrey watched as his soldiers desperately brandished their weapons, but to no avail. They were surrounded, surrounded by Dothraki light cavalry, and their numbers were dwindling, with no chance of escape.

The hyenas and the other royal guards formed a circle, protecting their mad king, their eyes filled with despair.

The battle lasted for two hours, and by noon, the battlefield was deathly silent.

Five thousand King's cavalrymen were completely wiped out.

Joffrey was eventually captured alive. When he was dragged before Laharo, his golden hair was stained with blood, and his crown was nowhere to be found.

“Joffrey,” Rahalo looked down at him, a slight smile playing on his lips, “how does it feel?”

Joffrey was forced to his knees with his hands tied behind his back by two Dothraki men. He barely managed to lift his head, his anger mixed with fear.

"Barbarian! How dare you seize me? I am the king!"

Jiku brandished his long whip, and with a sharp crack, it struck Joffrey precisely in the mouth, knocking out several teeth. He could no longer utter a word, only howls of agony remained.

Lahallo didn't have a penchant for arguing with idiots; he ordered his men to strip Joffrey naked, making him look like a peeled white egg.

He then tied Joffrey to the back of his horse and dragged him along the ground toward King's Landing.

He waved his hand, and Jiku's whip lashed incessantly across Joffrey's fair skin, leaving gaping, bloody gashes.

“Your king has been captured alive,” Rahallo’s voice echoed amidst Joffrey’s screams. “If you want him alive, send Jaime Lannister out of the city to negotiate!”

Cersei's desperate cries echoed from the city walls; she could not accept this cruel reality.

Just hours ago, she was proud of her son's bravery, but now she has to watch helplessly as he is abused in public, and her heart is broken.

The annihilation of the five thousand Golden Robe Army and the nobles' private soldiers was a fatal blow to King's Landing.

More importantly, the king was captured, a first in King's Landing's history.

In full view of everyone, Lahalo dragged Joffrey back to the camp, while sending Jakaron to clean up the battlefield and finish off the seriously wounded, piling their heads into a mound.

Five thousand corpses, five thousand sets of equipment, and thousands of warhorses—these were all precious spoils of war.

As night fell, Rahalo held a grand feast at the camp, where warriors danced around the bonfire to celebrate their great victory. Meanwhile, not far away, King's Landing was deathly silent.

This day will be remembered as the darkest day in King's Landing's history.

(End of this chapter)