Essos, the Disputed Lands, Beetle Castle
On a night of hazy moonlight, a group of Dothraki warriors silently approached the somewhat dilapidated Beetle Castle. They were pulled along by several long hemp ropes, with grass in their mouths to keep quiet, as they slowly advanced toward the fortress.
All of this had been arranged by Tyrion, but at this moment, Tyrion was not among these warriors. Because he was so short, Khal Moro was afraid the fellow would take advantage of the chaos to escape, so he simply left Tyrion behind in the camp tent.
Originally, at the start, Khal Moro had not intended to take such a risk, because in his view, his Dothraki warriors could quickly capture this castle.
However, that night, while Khal Moro was resting, his khaleesi whispered some advice in his ear.
Khaleesi was the title for a khal's wife, and Khal Moro's wife was the daughter of a magister from Pentos. Since Pentos was not allowed to have an army or fleet, they had turned their gaze toward the pillage-loving Dothraki after losing their protection.
After Tyrion sent this khaleesi several pieces of incredibly precious jewelry, she finally decided to help this "pitiful" commander.
Under Khal Moro's lead, the figures of the Dothraki warriors flickered in the night, weaving through the paths leading to the castle like ghosts.
These warriors were born for battle from childhood, especially those at the front whose braids were grown very long. These Dothraki would cut off the braids of their clansmen after defeating them.
Therefore, the longer a Dothraki's braid, the greater his combat prowess and battle experience.
The high walls and deep ditches of Beetle Castle had been reinforced according to Aegon's specifications, but over these past few days, those ditches had already been filled by the slaves and warriors of the Dothraki.
During this time, under Tyrion's constant manipulation, the Dothraki had been toyed with until they were utterly exhausted and frustrated.
Whenever the battle turned against the Dothraki, Tyrion would yield some ground the next day, even allowing the Dothraki warriors to storm the walls.
Just as these Dothraki thought they were about to win, Tyrion would dispatch Frodo and the other Paladins to charge the walls and drive the Dothraki back down.
It was precisely because of Tyrion's repeated back-and-forth tactics that Khal Moro never gave up on attacking this place; furthermore, Tyrion had slyly released information saying that the treasures of the entire Disputed Lands were basically gathered here.
As the Dothraki approached the gates of Beetle Castle, Khal Moro raised his hand to signal everyone to stop; he was waiting for the signal Tyrion had mentioned.
After waiting for nearly half an hour, the increasingly impatient Khal Moro finally saw a Glass Candle lamp on the gatehouse.
After three rhythmic flashes of light appeared, Khal Moro ordered his nearby men to use the same method to signal back.
After confirming the situation was correct, Khal Moro led his bloodriders toward the gate, while the Dothraki warriors slowly followed behind them.
"Faster!"
Upon hearing that the few soldiers opening the gate could actually speak the Dothraki language, Khal Moro quickly asked:
"What is the situation inside?"
"We have already withdrawn the soldiers defending the city; enter quickly!"
The soldier who looked like the leader replied.
Khal Moro was no fool. After sending several bloodriders inside to check, he finally confirmed it was safe.
Soon, these Dothraki rushed into Beetle Castle with strange cries. To ensure they could see the road clearly, the soldiers who opened the gate even thoughtfully prepared torches for them.
Beetle Castle was a fortress built in a layout resembling the character for "field." Within this fortress, in addition to the gatehouses, there were central walls designed to intercept enemies, much like a barbican.
After entering the castle, the Dothraki warriors began setting fires along the way. Perhaps because most of the buildings inside were made of wood, the fires quickly began to burn intensely once several spots were lit.
Bang, bang, bang...
After kicking open the door of a wooden house, several Dothraki warriors habitually wanted to go in and loot, but after the door was kicked down, what they saw were piles of firewood and sulfur.
Cough, cough, cough...
"What is this?"
"This is bad..."
"We have been deceived by those hateful enemies..."
...As more and more rooms were opened, these Dothraki finally discovered the problem.
Unfortunately, because these Dothraki were accustomed to setting fires before looting, those who discovered the situation were forced back by the sudden thick smoke and flames before they could even sound the alarm.
In an instant, this area was directly enveloped in flames, and the soldiers who had opened the gates to let Khal Moro and his men in took the opportunity to set the gatehouse itself on fire.
The Dothraki warriors entering from behind had no idea what the specific situation was; they thought their own clansmen had set the gatehouse and the city ablaze.
Thus, not wanting to be left behind, they squeezed desperately into the city, while the Dothraki warriors who realized something was wrong fought desperately to get out. Under the stimulation of smoke and fire, chaos inevitably broke out.
"That hateful little dwarf! Once I get back, I will definitely kill him; I'll drag him all the way to Vaes Dothrak!"
Khal Moro now fully understood that he had been deceived by Tyrion, but the current chaos left him unable to tell north from south.
To maximize the results, Tyrion had directly sacrificed the two outer ward areas. The North and South Districts were now completely engulfed in plumes of smoke and thick mist, and to prevent the houses in these two areas from igniting the main walls, Tyrion had specifically cleared the zones between them.
Furthermore, within these two districts, Tyrion had specifically dug pitfall traps and lethal mechanisms. Many powerful Dothraki warriors were slaughtered outright, unable to cause even the slightest ripple of resistance.
These Dothraki never imagined that Tyrion would use an entire castle as bait; this was something they had never encountered before. So, when the disaster and traps arrived, these Dothraki had no idea what to do.
As the flammable materials were ignited, the fire began to spread rapidly. More and more Dothraki warriors were trapped directly in the flames and smoke, their screams and wails echoing in the night sky.
The fire not only consumed their bodies but also illuminated their fear and despair. Facing such a situation, many kos had no idea what to do, as they currently did not even know where their khal was.
Meanwhile, on the central gatehouse of Beetle Castle, Frodo, Sam, Pippin, and Merry were watching the terrifying scene below with faces full of dread.
Although they had grown accustomed to killing over the years, this was the first time they had encountered such a horrific scene of people being burned alive.
The observant Sam also discovered that many people were not actually burned to death, but were choked by the smoke or trampled by their companions.
"Alright, leave some soldiers to prevent the enemy from capturing this spot. Let's go attend to our business! Lord Tyrion is still waiting for us!"
After seeing that the figures still running in the flames were becoming fewer and fewer, Frodo directly ordered his companions to prepare to head out and launch an attack.
Now, the enemy's vanguard had fallen into chaos, and the warriors staying behind in the camp were not very clear about what was happening here.
Soon, in a certain area outside the west gate, knights holding torches began to assemble one by one under the orders of Frodo and the others.
A cavalry unit of about five hundred men was quickly assembled. Under the leadership of Frodo and his companions, this force began to advance bit by bit toward the Dothraki camp.
Tyrion would not waste any opportunity to eliminate the enemy; as early as when he decided to go alone to the enemy camp, he had planned all of this.
Regardless of whether Tyrion's "fire stratagem" succeeded, Frodo and the others had to lead the cavalry they had prepared in advance to attack the enemy's main camp once the enemy entered the castle.
Under these circumstances, as long as they utilized the advantage of the chaos and the night to counter-charge the enemy's main camp, Tyrion could secure another victory.
"Charge!"
Upon seeing the signal Tyrion released from within the enemy camp, Frodo excitedly gave the order to attack.
Frodo and the others were all wearing thick armor, and with the enhancement of their system abilities, they were as powerful as tigers descending a mountain.
"Kill!"
After a short run-up, Frodo and the others directly drove their barded horses forward, charging toward the Dothraki camp like the tip of an arrow.
The Dothraki camp lacked any proper defensive measures; for these Dothraki warriors who were used to fighting only when they had the upper hand, they simply did not know what to do after a defeat.
Under the cover of night, Frodo's units moved through the enemy camp like ghosts, launching a merciless slaughter.
Since those staying behind were mostly the elderly, the weak, and families, after Frodo and the others broke through several camp tents, what they found were several individuals still rubbing their sleepy eyes.
At this time, Tyrion, who had been inside his tent, was also feeling excited. He quickly spoke to the several slaves beside him:
"Now is the time! Go quickly and rally your people. Our army has already fought its way here. Whether you can obtain true freedom depends on your performance tonight!"...
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