Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 33 Infiltration
After confirming that there were no patrolmen around, Laharo led the warriors to approach the water gate.

The wooden gate made of tree trunks as thick as bowls looked heavy and sturdy, and the winch was just behind the gate, more than three meters away, and certainly out of reach from the outside.

"Dead wood."

Lahalo pointed to the riverside, and Jhogo and another warrior quickly found a dead tree and put a large stone underneath, preparing to pry open the wooden gate.

However, they tried their best and their faces turned red, but the wooden gate remained motionless.

Doing so would be a waste of time, so Laharo ordered them all to get out of the way. Then he raised his scimitar high, his arm muscles bulging, and chopped it down with all his might!

"Crack!"

After a muffled sound, the wooden stakes of the wooden gate were split in two. Everyone worked together and finally pried open a gap that was big enough for people to pass through.

Laharo waved his hand: "Come in!"

He was the first to crawl through the fence, and the warriors followed one after another, passed through the water gate, walked up the stairs, and advanced quietly through the narrow alleys.

The group came to a narrow alley and saw a team of five patrolling soldiers.

Rahalo raised his hand to stop the team from moving forward, cautiously poked half of his head out, and quickly glanced at the patrol team.

Laharo turned around and the warriors nodded to him. A moment later, he suddenly jumped out, and the scimitar in his hand drew a cold arc of light, going straight for the throat of the soldier in the front of the team.

The blade instantly cut the soldier's throat, and warm blood gushed out like a fountain. The soldier fell to the ground without even having time to scream.

The prelude to the killing has begun!

The warriors rushed towards their respective targets like tigers descending from the mountains.

A warrior bit the wooden stick until it made a creaking sound, grabbed a guard's head, and slammed it hard against the wall behind him.

There was a dull thud, and red and white things burst apart instantly. Brain matter mixed with broken bones splattered everywhere, covering the wall. The guard's body slid weakly to the ground.

Another warrior chopped the patrolman's neck with his scimitar accurately. The force was so strong that a head flew high into the air, drawing a bloody parabola in the air, and fell to the ground, rolling several times. An expression of fear still remained on his face. Blood gushed out of the cavity of the headless corpse, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

In close combat, swords tore flesh and blood, bows and arrows pierced armor, two people against one person, and in less than a moment, the patrol team died one after another without even a scream!

The corpses were lying in a pool of blood, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

The warriors pulled the bodies into the alley and continued to move forward, leaving bloody footprints on the ground. Finally, they approached the city gate, stopped, and hid in the shadows.

Thirty or forty personal guards were surrounding a man in gorgeous clothes, and Roland was among them, seemingly being interrogated.

Seeing this, Laharo felt relieved.

I originally thought that I would have to storm the inner castle and go through a tough battle to kill Bryce, but I didn't expect that it would be so easy now.

"What should we do?" Qiao Ge asked in a low voice.

"See if there's a chance to capture Bryce alive, hold him hostage, and rescue Roland."

Roland is loyal to Targaryen and will guard the southern gate of the Reach for him in the future. He is an extremely important chess piece and must be kept if possible.

He signaled Jhogo to prepare his bows and arrows, and the others dispersed on both sides, ready for a surprise attack.

Bryce's voice was loud and assertive, unyielding and arrogant. "Don't let that little bastard play any tricks on you," Bryce demanded harshly. "Roland! You left the city late at night, violating the curfew. You're committing a capital crime! I've noticed you for a long time. Humph, what else do you have to say?"

Roland knew that Bryce was not yet aware of his true intention of letting Viserys' army into the city. If he knew the truth, he would be dead.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said defensively, "Brother, I just have something urgent to do and have to leave the city..."

"What a joke! Who is your brother?"

Bryce interrupted Roland rudely, not giving him any chance to explain. "What could be more important than the laws of Nightsong City? Who do you think you are? How dare you override the laws? Humph, a little bastard is a little bastard. Rebellion runs in his bones!"

He paused, his tone becoming more stern: "Let me ask you again, you violated the curfew order, do you admit your guilt?"

Roland gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Bryce was determined to kill him, and no matter how he explained, Bryce would not believe him, not to mention that he already had something to hide.

Seeing this, Bryce grew even more smug, a cruel sneer curling his lips. "Only when both feet are in the wall will you understand the meaning of death! Capture him! Tomorrow at noon, behead him in the square!"

Several guards stepped forward and pushed Roland roughly. He staggered and was almost thrown to the ground.

Seeing this, Laharo made a prompt decision and gave a wink to Jhogo, who understood what he meant, drew his bow and arrow, and was ready to attack at any time.

Bryce's guards were clearly hand-picked veterans, well-trained and dedicated. They kept Roland firmly within their grasp, blocking all possible escape routes. The others also silently guarded Bryce, keeping him close and airtight.

It is extremely difficult to capture Bryce alive.

But as long as Bryce is captured, not only can Nightsong City be quickly controlled, but he can also serve as a witness, making Roland afraid to act rashly and he will have to be at the mercy of Rahalo from now on.

The most important issue at the moment is how to capture Bryce alive while ensuring Roland's safety.

A frontal attack would not only be difficult to break through Bryce's heavy guards, but might also attract a large group of soldiers, which would give Bryce an opportunity to counterattack. Another method must be found.

"Blood of my blood, what should I do now?" Jhogo whispered in his ear.

Laharo suddenly had an idea and lowered his voice and said, "Lagu, use the whip. Are you sure you can catch him?"

Lagu curled up his lips in a sneer, drew out his whip, and nodded confidently.

When Dothraki men were still as tall as horses, they could use whips to reel in lambs. When they reached adulthood, they could even use whips to control raging bulls.

For the Dothraki, the whip is like an extension of their body, and they have long mastered its use.

With a wave of his hand, Rahulo shot out Jhogo's arrow like a poisonous snake, accurately piercing the throat of a guard.

Then, the second, third, and fourth...

Each arrow could take a life. In just a few breaths, seven or eight guards fell in a pool of blood, and the guards were immediately thrown into chaos.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

Screams of terror rang out one after another, and the remaining guards protected Bryce in the middle, building a wall with their flesh and blood!
Rahalo growled, "Jhogo, cover me!"

Before he finished speaking, Laharo led the remaining nine warriors and attacked Bryce like a tiger out of a cage!
(End of this chapter)