Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 47 Broken City
Lahalo reined in his horse and looked towards the gate of the inner castle.

Although the Molotov cocktail burned the tower, the door panel only emitted a little smoke and there was no sign of fire.

The simplest fire-retardant paint is a mixture of lime paste, animal fat and water. The city gate should also be coated with something similar, so the plan of attacking with fire failed.

He glanced around, his eyes resting on several wooden houses and a two-wheeled carriage.

Lazar rode closer and said in a deep voice, "Blood of my blood, the Dothraki are not good at sieges. We are cavalry, and if we attack the inner city by force, I am afraid we will suffer heavy casualties."

Laharo pointed at the houses and ordered, "Tear down those houses and bring us the beams and door panels."

The Jakarans followed the order and smashed the pillars and beams with their battle axes. They dragged all the usable logs to the open space, pulled the two-wheeled carriage over, dismantled the carriage, and left only the frame and wheels.

It wasn't long before Laharo gathered the materials needed to build a simple ram.

He then ordered his men to sharpen the thickest log with an axe, place it on the axle, tie it tightly with ropes, and then hammer in a few iron nails to secure it.

Then, several door panels were spliced ​​together in front and on top of the battering ram, enough to block the arrows. An iron sheet was nailed to the impact point of the tip of the log to increase the impact force.

A few warriors pushed it and tried it out. It ran very smoothly and the battering ram was ready to be used.

The defenders on the city wall were stunned, but these horse thieves were out of the range of their bows and arrows, so they could only watch the battering ram take shape little by little, unable to do anything.

If this continues, the city gate will probably be knocked open.

The captain of the guards gritted his teeth and roared, "Shoot them! Shoot the person pushing the cart!"

At the same time, a Dothraki shout came from below: "All troops, cover, ten people push, break open the city gate!"

The wooden wheels rolled over the ground, making a creaking sound, and rushed towards the city gate.

The rest of the warriors in heavy armor all pressed forward. Anyone who dared to show his head would be accurately hit by dozens of arrows.

The captain of the guards hid behind the arrow embankment, grimacing, with only despair in his eyes.

"Collide!"

Laharo stepped forward personally and pushed the battering ram with the soldiers, ramming it hard into the city gate.

"boom……"

There was a loud bang, and the city gate did not move at all.

The second time, wood chips flew everywhere and the door panel groaned under the heavy weight.

The third time, the fourth time, the fifth time...

Finally, there was a loud bang, and the door was fine, but the door hinge was broken, and the thick door panel fell down with a loud bang, raising a large amount of dust.

Rahalo pointed his scimitar towards the castle. "Save no one who bears a weapon! Capture those wearing fine clothes and demand their treasure!"

The warriors' morale was greatly boosted. They let out earth-shaking war roars, dismounted their horses, and rushed into the castle.

"Stop them! Don't let them in!"

Before the captain of the guards could finish his words, a feather arrow flew through the air and pierced his chest.

The guards wanted to fight to the death, but when they saw the iron men armed to the teeth and as tall as iron towers, and now even their superiors were dead, they looked at each other, threw down their weapons, and dispersed.

The scene changed from a battle between two armies to a game of officers and soldiers catching thieves, with the Dothraki chasing and killing them one by one.

As Laharo walked through the corridor, he suddenly saw a man who looked like a servant in front of him hurriedly pulling a box and preparing to go into a door. The lid of the box was not closed, revealing the silver tableware and gilded candlesticks inside.

"Catch him!" The servant turned pale with fear, threw down the box and ran, but his legs were weak and he couldn't run fast at all. A warrior caught up with him and kicked him to the ground.

The servant knelt on the ground, holding his head, trembling weakly, "Don't kill me! I don't know anything, I'm just a servant!"

Laharo looked down at him and said, "Tell me, where is the vault?"

"In the basement! All the golden dragons are in the basement! I'll take you there, please spare my life!"

"You lead the way. Come, take this box away."

When they arrived at the vault, they found it was empty and there was not a single gold dragon to be found.

The servant's eyes widened, his body softened, and he collapsed to the ground, with a pool of yellow liquid gradually spreading under him.

"Kill them!" Rahalo waved his hand. "Seal off all exits. Find the Tyrells and Marevus. Don't let them take a single gold dragon!"

Laharo walked in front, followed by a dozen warriors. They climbed the circular steps, reached the top floor of the tower, and pushed open the wooden door.

The room was lit with candles mixed with spices, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance. On the bed in the middle, a beautiful woman was half lying, wearing only a thin Myrish lace nightgown, her long hair loose, and her gray-green eyes were calm.

She looked around at the wolf-like Dothraki warriors around her, and her eyes fell on Rhallor.
"Our guests have finally arrived."

"Tanya!" A roar came from the corner.

Rahalo turned around and saw Orton Marevis standing on the terrace in a mess, holding a long sword, his armor stained with blood, and anger flashing in his eyes.

"Get out! This is my territory! You barbarians have no right to come in!"

The warriors looked at him as if he were a fool. Laharo waved his hand and warned, "Catch him alive!"

Orton shouted loudly, holding the sword in both hands, ready to make a final resistance. Just as the sword was raised to mid-air, he was knocked to the ground by two warriors on his left and right. Before he could struggle, he was tied up like a dumpling.

He struggled a few times and yelled, "Don't waste your time. You won't find the gold coins!"

"what……"

The warrior punched him in the face. He screamed and suddenly changed his tone, "I don't know anything. Don't ask me. The family wealth has always been managed by Tanya. Ask her! Ask her!"

Tanya was stunned at first, thinking that Orton knew that she had stolen the gold coins, but then she ruled out this possibility. Bretton had long been hers and it was impossible for him to be exposed.

Then she became furious. Damn Orton, he wanted to put the blame on her when he was about to die?

She slowly sat up from the bed, casually pulled up a robe and put it on, without a belt, revealing a large area of ​​skin.

She walked lightly on the carpet with bare feet, and came to Laharo, with spring in her gray-green eyes.

She spoke in fluent Dothraki. "Yes, my Lord Khal," she said. "I know the whereabouts of the Tyrell gold."

Rhahalo raised his eyebrows slightly, not expecting her to be so fluent in Dothraki. His gaze fell on her and slowly moved down, using the tip of the knife to lift her clothes. She was well-maintained, worthy of being a Countess, and it started with pink.

Tanya raised her lips slightly, deliberately straightened her chest, and stroked Laharo's breastplate with her slender fingers, speaking softly.

"If you are willing to forgive us, I think I can help you a lot. Of course, we, I mean my son and I."

The warriors looked at their Kaa and Tanya, and exchanged glances, giving each other looks that we all understood.

Orton's eyes widened. Tanya actually knew the barbarian language? How come he didn't know?
"Bring them to the hall and interrogate them alongside the captured nobles. Oh, and don't forget her son, too."

Laharo's purpose for coming here was very clear, which was gold coins. The best bed slave was only worth a few silver coins. He was not interested in paying attention to Tanya. He waved his hand, turned around and walked out of the room.

(End of this chapter)