Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 69 Sulla and Caesar

In the early morning, the sun rose from the horizon, the fog gradually dissipated, and the sound of horse hooves came from the Pentos Avenue.

It stands out particularly when the war pauses and civilians stay indoors.

Laharo rode a tall black warhorse, leading the way, but not very fast.

Illyrio was tied to his horse and dragged along the stone pavement.
It was about ten kilometers from the Governor's Mansion to the East City Gate, and Illyrio also dragged himself on the ground for ten kilometers. His gorgeous silk robe was tattered and covered with dust and blood. His fat face was distorted and he screamed all the way.

Jorah Mormont was tied up and hung on Balboa's saddle, with a look of despair on his face.

The warriors surrounded Rahalo and marched towards the city gate in a proud manner. The residents hid in their homes or crowded in the alleys, watching them in fear.

But the Dothraki didn't even look at them, which made them feel relieved.

The team finally arrived at the city gate, which was now closed and the city walls were filled with fully armed Dothraki warriors.

Laharo looked up, waved his hand, and shouted, "Take them and go to the city!"

At this time, the other thirty-nine governors of Pentos were all waiting on the city wall, wearing gorgeous clothes, golden crowns on their heads, beards dyed in various colors, and expressions of fear and trepidation on their faces.

Pentos was originally ruled by a prince, chosen from among the forty adult males of the top nobility, who ruled for life until the prince's death, at which point the next prince would be chosen.

Over the next few hundred years, the power of the princes was gradually replaced by the governors. Today, Pentos is ruled by the Council of Governors, with Illyrio serving as the Speaker of the Council and the Chief Executive.

The prince is still elected by forty families, but now he only performs some ceremonial functions and plays a mascot-like role, and does not even have a vote in parliament.

Rhahalo ordered the warriors to hang Illyrio on the flagpole. His body swayed in the wind, and from a distance he looked like a piece of bacon wrapped in silk.

Rahalo walked towards the governors with a warm smile on his face.

"Nobles of Pentos, Illyrio is a traitor and a coward. He betrayed our friendship, attempted to poison me at the feast, and secretly hired the Golden Company to destroy my khalasar without your knowledge."

The governors looked at each other, and no one said a word.

Laharo continued, “And I had to fight back and finally captured him alive.

Today, I will execute him according to Dothraki custom.

I tell you this because I have the utmost respect for you. If anyone participated in his scheme, I will forgive him. Only Illyrio deserves death today!"

These words were a warning and a deterrent, so that the governors could see the consequences of resisting him, Laharo.

Moreover, Rhahalo wanted to wipe out the Golden Company under the city in front of them, incorporate Pentos into his sphere of influence, and announce the rise of the Dothraki to Essos!

On the plain below the city, two armies were facing each other.

The flags fluttered in the wind, in the distance was the horse's tail of the Khalasar, and near the city wall was the golden skull of the Golden Company.

The Golden Company has lost the opportunity to attack the city. The Dothraki are lurking behind them. As long as they turn around, the chrysanthemums will bloom.

Facing 20,000 Dothraki light cavalry, the Golden Group formed a huge square formation.

The heavy infantry stood in four rows in the center, with their shields closely connected and their spears pointing diagonally to the sky, like a giant hedgehog.

There was a team of heavy cavalry standing at each corner of the phalanx. The knights were fully armored with plate armor, and the squires were also wearing double armor and holding long spears in their hands.

Behind the phalanx were archers, ready to rain arrows down on the Dothraki.

The two wings were occupied by the remaining heavy infantry, arranged in long columns to prevent the Dothraki light cavalry from encircling them.

Heavy infantry was a strategic-level military force in the contemporary world. They deployed a tortoise formation that was tough and had many thorns, just waiting for the Dothraki to hit the wall.

They thought that according to the customs of the Dothraki people, they would definitely do so!

The battlefield was filled with a suffocating atmosphere.

The governors lined up behind Laharo, their faces pale, their legs trembling, frightened by the scene before them.

As Rahalo swung his scimitar, the Dothraki cavalry took the lead in attacking!
The vanguard army consisted of about two thousand-man teams, divided into several small teams, and rushed towards the Golden Group's formation like arrows!

The sound of horse hooves was deafening, as if they were going to crush the earth, but to everyone's surprise, the Dothraki cavalry rushed to a range within which an arrow could shoot, suddenly made a big circle, drew their bows and arrows, and rained down arrows on the Golden Group's formation. Although the casualties were not great, their formation was unstable.

Screams erupted across the battlefield. Wounded soldiers fell to the ground, struggling, their blood staining the ground red.

But the Golden Group has been fighting in the disputed lands for many years and is also a powerful force. They can remain calm in panic and can quickly launch a counterattack.

The archers in the back row showed no sign of weakness. Their arrows intertwined in the air, and people from both sides were shot and fell to the ground from time to time.

The Dothraki offensive was blocked. The central phalanx of the Golden Company was like an iron wall, and the line of defense formed by spears and large shields made it difficult for the light cavalry to penetrate.

While watching the situation on the battlefield, Laharo secretly kept an eye on the governors on the city wall.

When the Dothraki cavalry showed their disadvantage, traditional dignitaries such as Eccles Varian and Simon Russ showed an unconcealable gloating look on their faces.

"Laharo boasts so much, but he looks nothing special." Aiklis said in a low voice with a sneer on his face.

"His defeat was inevitable," Simon responded. "The Steppe Cavalry are barbarians after all. They move across the steppes like the wind, but they are no match for the elite forces of the Golden Group."

The other traditional nobles all cast approving glances.

Laharo turned to the other side, and the emerging merchant class headed by Leon Prestan looked worried.

Leon frowned, watching the battle intently. A businessman beside him whispered, "Sir Plestan, what if Rahalo loses?"

"Shut up!" the Lion said. "Rahalor won't lose! The Dothraki are our only chance of a comeback. If the Golden Company wins, those landowners will exploit us even more!"

Laharo took in their reactions.

Who are the allies and who are the enemies? The answers are becoming clearer as the war progresses.

The traditional nobles hold the majority in Parliament and want to maintain the existing political structure and also want to see Laharo fail.

The emerging merchant class pinned their hopes on Laharo's success to change their existing political disadvantages.

Rahalo certainly couldn't eliminate all the opponents.

Littlefinger Petyr Baelish said he was a man who armed himself with gold.

Therefore, even though he framed the Little Devil and caused the latter to almost die in the Eyrie, the latter did not dare to kill him, because he controlled the economic lifeline of King's Landing.

These satraps were also men who armed themselves with gold, and there was a council of forty satraps who ruled Pentos with more power than Littlefinger.

They control the economic lifeline of the city-state and have enormous political influence. If Laharo were to have the final say in Pentos, it would inevitably arouse their strong resistance.

Since you can't get to the table, then don't play.

Once the table is turned over, the economy will collapse.

What the economy needs is stability and predictability, not an unpredictable figure dominating everything.

This is similar to the situation in commercial city-states such as Florence in the Middle Ages, where political turmoil would seriously affect business activities.

Moreover, there are eight city-states like Pentos. It is even less likely that they will sit idly by and watch Laharo mess around, as this will definitely lead to their intervention.

For example, economic blockade, or even triggering a war, making the Iron Throne the winner in vain.

Laharo didn't want to fight, and he couldn't fight.

He needed a stable rear base, a prosperous Pentos that could provide him with military funds and support his wars of conquest, not a ruin.

The city-state does not need Sulla,
But he can be Caesar.

This requires Laharo to participate in their power game, gradually seize power, and boil the frog in warm water.

In fact, from the very beginning, when Rahalo held a funeral for Drogo, some people criticized me, saying that the enemy should be killed, made stink, and then stepped on ten thousand times.

My idea is that Rahalo is not the protagonist of a fantasy novel who can just be reckless. He is the protagonist of Game of Thrones. If he wants to conquer the world, he cannot only rely on military force, but also political thinking.

He wasn't omnipotent; he was afraid of poison and assassination, and he'd be defeated even by dozens of people. He couldn't completely control politics or the economy, but he would definitely work hard to achieve that goal.

Ahem, who doesn’t want to?

So the grandpas will see a Laharo who tries to consider the overall situation instead of acting according to his emotions.

Of course, he would lose his mind sometimes, but he was just a normal person after all.

Everyone has different ideas, my writing skills are limited, and Laharo is not a man who holds a script.

Just like he could only foresee that Illyrio might intercept his messenger and take Daenerys hostage, thus breaking the deadlock in a targeted manner.

He could not guess Illyrio's plan, nor could he guess when the Golden Group would arrive. He could only say that there were always unexpected events in plans, and coincidences in inevitability.

That’s it, you can discuss it, you can criticize it, as long as what you say makes sense, I will listen to your advice and will definitely change.

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(End of this chapter)