Game of Thrones: I am Dothraki, not a barbarian

Chapter 94 First Victory
"Gods be upon you! It's an iron chain!"

The commander of the Lion Star was so shocked that he slipped and nearly fell. A chill ran down his spine and he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Quick! Stop the ship!"

The battleship had reached full speed and had huge inertia, making it impossible to stop. The veins on the helmsman's forehead bulged and his body hung on the rudder, but the rudder remained motionless.

"Hold on! Prepare for impact!"

The next moment, time seemed to slow down, and everyone on the ship watched the warship approach the iron chain inch by inch, with fear in their eyes.

"boom……!"

The Lion Star suddenly stopped at full speed, followed by a head-scratching friction sound. The bow of the ship was raised high, almost perpendicular to the sea surface. The people on the deck wailed and were thrown out, like flowers scattered by a fairy.

The mast broke, smashing the skulls of several soldiers, and their brains mixed with wood chips flew everywhere. A soldier's abdomen was pierced by a broken wooden stake, nailing him directly to the deck. His intestines flowed out of the wound and he let out a series of shrill screams, which was horrifying.

The momentum of the two ships behind continued. The second ship hit the iron chain, and the bow was lifted high. The wooden structure groaned under the heavy weight, and it split in two with a snap. The soldiers fell into the water like dumplings. Then, in front of a pair of horrified eyes, the upper half of the hull fell down, and no bodies were left.

The third battleship was the luckiest. The oarsmen's faces were distorted as they rowed desperately. Finally, the battleship crashed into the wreckage of the Lion Star. The soldiers were not wiped out, but the bow of the ship was broken, a large amount of seawater poured into the cabin, and it began to sink rapidly.

"The son of a bitch from Pentos!"

The commander knelt on the deck, spat out a mouthful of blood, and looked at his hands. Three of his fingers were broken, but under the effect of adrenaline, he felt no pain at all.

In his sight, the crossbow on the Tide-Breaking Tower was aimed at his ship, and the sound of the iron trigger being pulled reached his ears.

"Pfft!"

The boatswain's chest exploded behind him, and blood, flesh, and bone fragments sprayed all over the commander's face. The crossbow arrow pierced the boatswain's body, sending him flying backwards and nailing him to the cabin.

He twitched a few times, his eyes widened, a pool of blood foam spurted out of his mouth, and his head tilted to one side.

On the Tide-Breaking Tower, Baqu licked his lips, looked at the chaotic vanguard of the enemy ships, and waved his hand.

"ignition!"

The soldiers lying in ambush on the coast overturned the wooden barrel, and the black fuel flowed into the sea, gradually dyeing the sea surface black and creating a colorful oil film.

Then, one torch after another fell into the sea.

"boom!!!"

Flames engulfed the sea surface, and heat waves rolled, even reaching the tide-breaking tower. The thick smoke was blinding, and even eyebrows seemed to emit a burnt smell.

The Westeros soldiers who fell into the sea struggled in vain, their skin quickly peeled off, revealing their red flesh, which was then burned to charcoal.

Afterwards, the small boats of the light boat team shuttled through the gaps in the sea of ​​fire, and the crossbowmen aimed at every target in the water, piercing the eyes, throats, mouths and chests with arrows. The sea water turned from red to black, and broken limbs and charred corpses floated up and down.

In the back, on the "King Robert's Hammer", the surrounding soldiers were silent and their morale plummeted.

Robert's face turned pale, and he slammed his fist on the side of the ship. "Damn bastards! Bastards! I'm going to skin them alive!"

Ned held the side of the boat tightly with both hands. The sea breeze brought the smell of blood and tar and blew in his face. His heart felt like a huge stone was pressing on it.

Young soldiers died one after another.

And this wouldn't be the last time, as long as Robert remained furious with the Targaryens, these soldiers would keep coming.

This hatred was harder to sever than the chains ahead. "We can't force the attack anymore," he said.

Robert turned and pointed a finger at Ned's chest. "So? What do you think?"

"Wait until dark and send a team of soldiers who are good at swimming to sneak over and destroy the capstan!"

"Okay, as you say!" Robert rubbed his cheek with his rough hands and ordered: "Retreat! Retreat the hell!"

He stared at the smoking wreckage ahead and said viciously, "When I capture Pentos, I'm going to hang the heads of every single rebel on the city walls. Every single one!"

When the moon was dark and the wind was strong, the distant bay fell into darkness.

Dozens of frogmen sent by Robert gathered on the deck, sorted their equipment, then jumped into the icy sea and swam silently towards the Tidebreaking Tower.

After a while, a frogman emerged from the sea and looked around vigilantly. There were no patrolling soldiers or torches on the coast, only a faint glow from a tower not far away.

He made a gesture, and then more people climbed onto the reef, took out their grappling hooks and daggers, scaled the rocks, and quietly moved towards the Tide Breaking Tower.

Just when they were only twenty or thirty meters away from the tower, suddenly, dozens of lanterns lit up at the same time, illuminating the reef area as if it were daytime.

This is a new gadget invented by Laharo. The lantern is covered with a layer of sheepskin, with only light-transmitting holes at the downward position, just like a spotlight.

The frogman was instantly exposed under the bright lights, with nowhere to hide and a confused look on his face.

The enemy is well prepared!

But it was too late to run away now.

The defenders had been waiting for a long time. Heads appeared on the tower, all holding Myr triple crossbows in their hands. The triggers were pulled, and a wave of arrows rained down on the reef. The frogmen screamed and fell to the ground.

The frogman at the back was actually closest to the sea. Just as he was about to jump back into the sea, the second wave of arrow rain arrived in an instant, covering the sea surface and causing countless splashes of water. The frogmen were shot in the back one after another, sinking to the bottom of the sea, and clusters of blood floated up.

The defenders on the tower extinguished their lanterns and retracted the crossbows that had extended from the battlements.

Within just a few minutes, the operation was declared a complete failure. Corpses were scattered on the reef and blood was everywhere. It was then washed away by the waves, as if nothing had happened.

...

The "King Robert's Hammer" rocked gently with the waves, and the wall lamps swayed, the lights flickering.

Both battles on the first day ended in failure, with the loss of three 200-oared main battleships, more than 1,500 soldiers killed, and 50 of the best sailors never returning!
This was no ordinary defeat; it was the most devastating setback the royal fleet had suffered during Robert's reign, like a sharp slap in the face.

This made Robert even more furious, "Damn it!"

He slammed his fist on the table, causing the wine glass to jump up and the sour red wine inside to spill all over the map, making a bright red color.

Ned pursed his lips and said in a deep voice, "We underestimated Pentos's defenses."

"You underestimated Rhallor," Jaime Lannister said slowly, standing by the porthole, his shoulder leaning against the bulkhead. "That barbarian led his troops across the Reach. He's no ordinary man."

Robert glanced at Jaime and sneered, "Kingslayer, no one would think you were mute if you didn't speak. The last time I saw you with a sword was when you killed the Mad King, wasn't it?"

(End of this chapter)