Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 68: War Roar in the Wind

Sixty warriors, wearing heavy armor and holding scimitars, acted as the spearhead to clear out the city's garrison forces. They advanced southward along Pentos Avenue from the wealthy area in the north.

At Lazar's command, the warriors split into two rows, forming two steel torrents, closely connected on the left and right, with their boots almost touching each other, and gradually began to accelerate.

The defenders were already on high alert, but they never imagined that the Dothraki light cavalry, who usually had lax military discipline, would actually adopt such tactics!
In fact, they had never heard of such tactics in the world.

Even if ordinary knights charged, the distance between them would be at least three meters, but they were almost sticking to each other, and even so, they could still move forward at full speed!
Is it a foul?

If you do this, we can’t even run away!

Pentos Avenue was less than 30 meters wide, and the high walls on both sides blocked their retreat, leaving no room for escape.

Looking back, two legs could not outrun four legs, and he could only watch in despair as the steel wave approached and swept towards him.

The heavy cavalry rolled over the colored bricks and stones like a steamroller, making creepy sounds of impact and trampling. Then, the colored bricks and stones were covered with a layer of red paint, without any other color!

Immediately afterwards, the light cavalry in the rear formed into skirmishers, wielding scimitars and pursuing the remaining enemies.

The remaining guards were lucky the first time, but not the second time. They were soon caught up and killed, falling in a pool of blood.

The guards who came to reinforce witnessed all this and without any hesitation, shouted to give themselves courage, threw down their weapons and started to run for their lives.

The Dothraki cavalry came from behind, their blades brushing past lightly, raising a bloody mist in the sky.

Fear began to spread in the city. In the houses on both sides of the street, people trembled, covered their children's mouths, and prayed in low voices for God's protection.

Those who were brave enough peeked through the window and witnessed the hellish scene outside.

Broken bodies lay all over the place, broken limbs and arms were scattered everywhere, blood flowed into the sewer in streams, and internal organs mixed with minced meat fell into the fountain, emitting a foul stench.

The people of Pentos have not seen war for more than ninety years and have long been accustomed to peace.

For centuries, this city relied on trade to become rich, and all the taxes were used to build exquisite fountains or pave colorful cobblestone avenues, becoming capital for nobles and merchants to show off their wealth to the outside world, but they forgot that the essence of this world is the survival of the fittest.

Pentos has a population of about one million and is built on the mountains and by the sea. The northwest is the wealthy area, located at the highest point of the city. It has wide roads, exquisite buildings, and vast manors overlooking the Narrow Sea.

The low-lying areas in the south near the port are slums, with narrow streets crisscrossing and cheap wooden houses crowded together.

The commercial district is also in the southern part of the city, located near the port, with many large warehouses and commodity trading centers.

Apart from the Gate of Braavos in the southwest port direction, there is only one gate left in the east, which is the Sunrise Gate. Going east along the Valyrian Way will lead directly to Godohol.

Although Pentos has a prosperous economy, it has been defeated repeatedly in wars with other free states. In recent years, it has simply laid low and stopped expanding its army. In the event of an attack, the worst that can happen is that they can find mercenaries to do the work for them.

The soldiers defending the city were poorly trained and their fighting spirit was far inferior to that of the brave and warlike Dothraki.

The only ones capable of fighting are the Unsullied troops purchased by nobles and merchants.

Those were private soldiers, and there weren't many of them. They were not even enough to protect their own residences, so no one would use them to fight against the Dothraki.

They had heard that Governor Illyrio had gone astray and actually wanted to poison Rahalo, and had failed!

This has caused a huge mess, and no one wants to get into trouble for no reason.

Laharo had long guessed what kind of people these nobles were. They would never learn to unite unless a knife was put to their necks.

He was not afraid that the common people would rebel. Firstly, the Dothraki did not rob them at all. Secondly, the nobles had always exploited them, so they had no intention of defending their homes.

Therefore, Rhallor dared to stay in the city with only 800 warriors, and now he had waited for his opportunity. However, although the army was not strong enough, the walls of Pentos were high and thick. If they attacked the city from the outside, even if they brought all 30,000 warriors of the Khalasar, they would not succeed. This was also the reason why the Dothraki only collected protection fees from the Free State and did not plunder.

These eight hundred people are the Trojan Horse.

Illyrio thought that with Daenerys in the city, the hostages, and Jorah as a thorn in his side, everything would be safe.

If Khaleesi is abducted, Rhahalo will instantly fall from the altar.

Unfortunately, Illyrio miscalculated.

...

As night fell, Qiaogo's troops avoided unnecessary entanglement with the defenders in the city and led their troops towards the east gate.

"Kill them all!"

Qiaogo led his army to the east side of the city wall. The sound of bowstrings vibrating came one after another, and arrows flew in the sky. The defenders were hit by arrows one after another, and kept falling from the battlements of the city wall, hitting the ground with a dull sound.

The warriors stepped on corpses and pools of blood and advanced along the narrow stone steps to the top of the city wall.

Qiao Ge bent his bow and shot an arrow through the head of a defender. With a wave of his hand,
"Go up to the city! Welcome Old Mosuo into the city!"

"boom!"

The Dothraki warriors were fearless and collided with the defenders on the city wall passage, engaging in close combat. The sound of weapons entering flesh and screams rang out one after another, blood bloomed on the city wall, and the defenders' defense line gradually collapsed.

Qiao Ge climbed to the highest point of the city wall, looked outside the city, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Fires surged on the distant horizon. A large army was approaching Pentos. It seemed that there were tens of thousands of them. They would reach the city gate in an hour at most. The vanguard cavalry was even very close!
That's not Khalasar, that's the Golden Company!
Things changed and there was no time to ask Laharo for instructions, so Qiaogo had to change his plan temporarily.

Instead of opening the city gate, close it as soon as possible and block the Golden Group under the city wall!
Jhogo wiped the blood off his face, turned around and shouted to the warriors, "Change the plan! Seize the city gate capstan! Close the gate!"

The defenders also noticed the arrival of the Golden Corps, and their morale was immediately boosted. They stabilized the crumbling city wall defense line, and several soldiers began to turn the city gate capstan, trying to let the Golden Corps into the city!

At this time, the vanguard cavalry of the Golden Company had arrived at the foot of the city wall. They raised their Myrish crossbows and shot arrows through the sky at the Dothraki on the city wall.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Qiao Ge groaned as he was hit by an arrow in the back of his shoulder. He turned his head and looked at the wound coldly, then leaned against the wall, twisted his body, broke the arrow feather with a click, and then pounced on the nearest guard.

The scimitar drew a sharp arc, slitting the defender's throat and spraying blood all over Qiao Ge.

He didn't bother to wipe the blood off, grabbed the body and threw it under the city wall, then rushed to the capstan.

"Close the gates!"

The capstan stood on a huge stone platform. It was made of a log as thick as a bowl, with a thumb-thick iron chain wrapped around it, and the other end was connected to the city gate.

Several warriors followed Qiao Ge and climbed onto the platform. They pushed the handle with all their strength. The winch turned with a rattling sound. The iron chain gradually tightened, and the iron door that had opened a gap began to slowly close again.

The cavalry of the Golden Group were furious and tried desperately to rush in, but they were blocked by the rain of arrows pouring down from the city wall. They could only watch the city gate close in front of them.

With a loud bang, the door closed completely!

Qiao Ge finally breathed a sigh of relief. At this time, the formation of the Golden Group army outside the city was even clearly visible.

However, just further away, the black mass of Dothraki cavalry was already rushing in like a tide, the city walls beneath their feet began to tremble, and the battle cry of Khalasar was heard in the wind!
(End of this chapter)