Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 102 Death
The Dothraki cavalry cruised around the enemy, constantly drawing their bows and arrows, raining down rounds of arrows on the enemy's heads.

The archers wanted to fight back, but found that the enemy had already dispersed and was looming in the undulating sea of ​​grass. After shooting a few arrows, they immediately fled and did not engage in head-on combat with them.

After the initial panic, Renly finally felt relieved and confirmed that it was just a small harassment force with not many people!
In contrast, this time when he came to Pentos, he brought with him the elite soldiers of the Stormlands, who were well-trained and had already formed into phalanxes for defense.

Now that the front line has been stabilized, the opportunity to make a contribution has come!
Our side is composed entirely of infantry, and we have an absolute advantage in numbers, but we cannot catch up with the cavalry. If we want to defeat them, we must let those cavalry charge towards our phalanx.

Renly hooked his finger provocatively and shouted:

"Only two hundred cavalrymen, nothing more than the barking of dogs! Let's see how long these wild dogs can howl!"

Lazar could already understand some of the common language, and those harsh words made him angry, and he almost wanted to rush forward and fight to the death.

However, Laharo's dark face suddenly appeared in his mind, and he immediately controlled his impulse.

He is not afraid of death, but of the blood of my blood cursing him.

"Keep harassing!" he ordered loudly.

Renly watched as the soldiers around him continued to fall to the ground, while his own archers had little success. He frowned and his expression became increasingly uglier.

The city of Pentos was right before their eyes, but they could only passively take the beating and could not move forward.

"Look, these wild dogs are scared! They would never dare to confront a real knight head-on!" He deliberately raised his voice so that everyone could hear.

"Your Savage King, Rahalo, is a despicable, cowardly bastard! He deserves nothing more than to live in a burrow! Such is the nature of a prairie dog!"

Renly's soldiers burst into laughter, and the knights lifted their visors, revealing sarcastic faces.

As soon as the words came out, the other side suddenly became quiet, and even the rain of arrows stopped.

Lazar's forehead veins bulged, and anger surged in his chest. "No matter what, I will not tolerate anyone insulting the blood of my blood!"

The honor of Laharo must not be tarnished!

All warnings and reason were thrown out of the window at this moment. He suddenly drew out his scimitar, raised it above his head, and his war cry resounded throughout the wasteland!

"Fight for the honor of my blood! Kill!"

He squeezed his horse's belly hard, took the lead, and launched a desperate charge against the enemy!
"Death! Kill!"

The Dothraki cavalry behind him roared loudly, raised their scimitars high, stomped the ground with their horses' hooves, raising a large amount of dust. The bells in their braids rang in the wind. Like a group of angry lions, they ignored the rain of arrows and rushed straight towards Renly!

Renly watched the two hundred cavalrymen approaching rapidly, and could even clearly see the expressions on their faces. Each of them had a ferocious look and was filled with murderous intent, like evil spirits crawling out of the seven levels of hell!
Most knights in Westeros thought that the Dothraki were just guerrillas and scoffed at their ability to fight in frontal combat. This was also the consensus of most knights in Westeros.

His method of provoking the enemy was indeed effective, but he didn't expect that it not only touched the enemy's sore spot, but was also an act that they would never forgive!
Renly finally realized what a terrible enemy he had angered. The smugness on his face disappeared, and a trace of fear struck his heart.

"Archers, release your arrows! Infantry, form a human wall! Knights, hurry, protect your king!"

Lazar's two hundred light cavalrymen rushed towards the enemy formation without hesitation. Facing the dense shield wall, they leaped up on their horses and stepped resolutely on the enemy's long spears!

The first row of cavalry crashed into the shield formation with a thunderous roar. Some horses were pierced through the chest by spears, blood splattering. But before their horses could fall, the riders had already leaped into the shield formation, scimitars flashing with cold light. "Death! Kill!" The warriors' eyes were bloodshot, and their war roars drowned out the enemy's screams.

A warrior was pierced by three spears at the same time, but he still held the scimitar tightly and chopped off the enemy's head before falling.

Another warrior was knocked to the ground by the shield wall, but he immediately got up, charged into the enemy camp with two swords in hand, and slashed eight people in a row. In the end, he was chopped into meat paste!

A hole was torn in the phalanx, and the Dothraki rushed in, blocking the sharp blades with their bodies. Every dead warrior used his corpse to clear a path for his companions to advance.

Their target, Renly Baratheon!

The sound of flesh hitting steel echoed over the sea of ​​grass. The warriors' eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light and they let out heart-pounding war cries!
"Brothers! See you in the land of stars!"

Lazar's horse cried out and fell to the ground after the violent collision, throwing him heavily out.

The enemy was still coming in droves. Lazar turned around and saw that his light cavalry had been completely wiped out!
An arrow pierced his shoulder, blood flowing down his chest, and a long sword cut through his thigh, penetrating deep into the muscles.

He pulled out the arrow from his shoulder and threw it aside. Blood gushed out, but the eternal fire of war still burned in his eyes!
Renly Baratheon stood at the back, firmly protected by his knights. His previous panic disappeared without a trace, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"The Dothraki are fools!" he said, his voice full of contempt. "From listening to the nobles of the Reach, I thought the Dothraki were so great, but they are nothing more than that!"

At this time, Lazar was exhausted and sat down on the ground with his back against the dead warhorse. Blood flowed from his face, dyeing his eyes blood red, like a devil from hell!

The soldiers surrounded him, but intimidated by his power, or perhaps admiring his courage, no one stepped forward to give him the final blow.

Lazar looked around, laughing loudly, his eyes full of madness.

The momentum was so great that it seemed as if the enemy was not besieging him alone, but that he was alone surrounding thousands of enemy troops!

"Do you know who I am?"

He thrust the bloody scimitar into the ground and pounded his chest with his right hand. The wound widened and more blood flowed, but he seemed unaware!

"Remember! I am Lazar, bloodrider of Rhallor!"

Blood foamed from his mouth, his beard was dyed a glaring red, and bells jingled as he spoke.

"R'halo is a god! His khalasar will cover the land! The wives of his enemies will weep blood and mourn inconsolably!
And I, I am God’s servant!
You Andari can't kill me! I am Rhazael, bloodrider of R'halo! You can't kill me!!!"

The soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment. They did not understand the Dothraki language, but were shocked by his fearless attitude. A trace of fear grew in their hearts, and no one dared to move forward. Some even began to retreat. The huge army formation even showed signs of collapse!

Renly's heart tightened, his face changed drastically, and he pointed his whip at Lazar, "Quick, kill him!"

"No, Your Highness! Capture him and exchange him for my brother!" Loras stopped him. "This man is obviously of high status. Kill him and Rhahalo will never let you go. This is Robert's war, not ours!"

"boom……!!!"

At this moment, a sky-shaking explosion suddenly came from the direction of the distant port.

(End of this chapter)