Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 34 Broken City
The sound of weapons clashing echoed over Nightsong City. Dothraki warriors wielded their scimitars, and Jhogo's shots hit the target every time, and he quickly broke through the Bryce defense line.

Bryce was sweating profusely as he dodged left and right, swinging his sword to block attacks, and roared through gritted teeth:

"Hold them off!"

At this moment, Lagu, who had been lurking for a long time on the outskirts of the battlefield, quietly circled around Bryce's flank, and took advantage of the moment when the guards left an opening to suddenly swung the long whip in his hand.

The whip tip made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and like a poisonous snake, it penetrated the fleeting gap in defense and wrapped around Bryce's neck!
“Uh uh uh…!”

Before Bryce could call for help, he was dragged out of the crowd by the whip. His face was distorted, his body fell heavily to the ground, and the sword in his hand flew out of his hand!

In fact, Bryce's swordsmanship is not weak. Even Jon Fossoway, the son-in-law of Highgarden, praised him for being better than himself, and he will become a member of Renly's Rainbow Guard in the future.

However, no matter how good a knight is in one-on-one fighting, he still lacks experience in facing the enemy. He has never been on the battlefield. How could he have imagined that such a strange thing as a whip would appear in a fight with real swords and guns?

When he came to his senses, he had already been controlled.

The guards were all stunned. They could never have imagined that their lord earl would be captured alive, and in such a simple way!
When they came to their senses and wanted to go forward to rescue him, Lagu pulled the whip hard and dragged Bryce to his feet. The scimitar was unsheathed and the blade was against Bryce's throat.

"If you want Bryce to live, put down your weapons!" Rahalo shouted angrily, shocking the whole audience.

Bryce's neck was being strangled even tighter, making it difficult for him to breathe. His face had turned the color of liver, and he scratched his neck desperately with his hands, but he was unable to break free.

Lagu stepped on Bryce's chest and looked at the guards with a fierce look.

The guards were in a state of confusion and uncertainty, so Laharo made up his mind for them and swung his sword without hesitation. Bryce screamed, and all four fingers flew out, splattering blood everywhere!

Immediately afterwards, the sound of weapons hitting the ground could be heard, and a siege that should have been brutal came to an end!

Roland was also kicked in the knee by Laharo and fell to his knees. He now had to pretend to be a prisoner of war.

Seeing Bryce's miserable state, Roland couldn't help but feel a sense of pleasure in his heart. But he also knew that his fate was now completely tied to the Targaryen chariot, and there was no turning back!
"Lower the drawbridge and open the city gate!" Lahalo gave the order, and several warriors immediately ran to turn the capstan.

The heavy wooden drawbridge fell with a loud bang, and the city gate slowly opened. Lazar led the cavalry in with a fierce and kind expression.

Without losing a single soldier, ten warriors took over Nightsong City!
Rahalo silently gave himself a thumbs-up and slashed down with his scimitar, "Leave no one alive!"

Although he was not a bloodthirsty person, if he wanted to support Roland to ascend to the throne of earl, he had to kill all the witnesses to prevent them from linking tonight's sneak attack with Roland.

Not only that, they even have to create an image for Roland as the "savior of Nightsong City."

Imprison Roland with the other prisoners, and then let the guards "carelessly neglect their duties" after they complete their looting.

At that time, Roland will step forward and lead the captives to fight back and recapture Nightsong City in one fell swoop.

And Laharo controls Bryce, the only witness at the scene, and thus controls Roland.

Who made Bryce appear where he shouldn't be?

The Dothraki cavalry charged like wild beasts into a flock of sheep, brandishing their scimitars and hacking wildly among the guards, leaving streaks of blood, heads moving everywhere, and the ground dyed red with blood.

Some guards tried to flee, but were easily caught up by the Dothraki cavalry, their iron hooves mercilessly crushing their bodies. In less than a moment, the battle at the city gate was over, leaving only corpses and a strong smell of blood on the ground.

After the battle, Laharo glanced at Roland and ordered, "Take us to the vault."

After saying that, he jumped on his horse, and Lazar and two hundred cavalrymen followed closely behind, while the others occupied other major city defense strongholds. The war horses neighed and galloped towards various places in Nightsong City.

The residents of the city fell into panic, and fear spread through the city like a plague.

Every door was closed and the streets were empty. They hid behind the windows, secretly observing what was happening outside.

In sight, those horse thieves in sackcloth gathered at the city gate, and their respected Earl was captured alive by them like a piglet.

Laharo looked at the pairs of frightened eyes through the crack in the door and behind the curtains, feeling helpless.

He had no intention of targeting civilians. As long as they did not take up arms to resist, the Dothraki would just treat them as air.

These people are all poor people, with nothing in their homes, and they can't even get enough to eat. They may even owe huge amounts of usury. They have nothing except their strength. How can they be as cost-effective as the Earl?

Rahalo didn't intend to take anyone away except the craftsmen.

The shouts and sounds of weapons clashing gradually became sparse. Although the inner castle had not yet been completely captured, it was only a matter of time. The Dothraki had already occupied various fortresses in the city and were advancing steadily. Most of the guards had been either killed or captured, and the remaining sporadic resistance had long been powerless to turn the tide.

Nymeria had been watching the battle from the side. The fighting power of these Dothraki was far beyond imagination. They were fierce, cruel, and efficient. They were all natural warriors.

They would not abide by the tacit agreement of Westeros to redeem prisoners of war. No matter if they were knights or civilians, no matter if they wore silk or linen, they would be met with a knife and then have their heads chopped off by the Jacalan holding a huge axe.

All beings are equal in the face of death!
Laharo and his companions strode through the inner castle gate with resounding steps. Their boots were stained with dust and blood, leaving a trail of footprints on the white marble floor.

Bryce and Roland had been tied up like dumplings and were pushed forward by the warriors.

"Let me go! You damn savages!" Bryce's roar echoed in the corridor, but no one would come to rescue him.

Lagu's whip made a crisp sound and landed on Bryce's mouth the next second. After a scream, his two front teeth flew out and he could not say the rest of the words.

Laharo glanced at him and said, "Lagu, if this man makes any sound again, even if he farts, cut off his tongue and feed it to him."

Laharo's words instantly made Bryce shut his mouth, covering his severed finger, not even daring to whimper.

Led by the two captives, Lahalo successfully found the entrance to the vault. Bryce didn't bring the key, so Lahalo raised his chin and asked Jakaran to chop open the heavy wooden door with a giant axe.

Then, a metallic smell came towards him.

Under the light of torches, golden dragons, silver deer and various jewels were piled up like mountains, with silk and artworks on the side, shining brightly.

At this moment, everyone's breathing became rapid!

(End of this chapter)