In Game of thrones with Sci fi Military system

The sun crept over the horizon, casting its golden glow upon the fortified walls of Pentos. The city was eerily quiet as its defenders stood at their posts, their faces steeled with resolve.

Alex, clad in his light combat armor, stood atop the northern gate with Daenerys by his side. Her three newly hatched dragons perched nearby, watching the horizon with curious eyes.

Behind them, rows of soldiers stood in formation, each armed and ready. The Unsullied, now divided among Alex's four knights, were the backbone of the defenses. Mark and Victor had taken up positions along the walls, their M249 light machine guns set up and ready for use. Leon and Raven were stationed with their squads at the eastern and western flanks, prepared to repel any flanking maneuvers.

Alex had already told Leon and Raven to be prepared for attack as well, once he and Mark and Victor thins the number of horde, he'll launch a flare high in sky as a sign and they should attack from sides leaving them with no place to run.

"Everything's in place," Victor reported over their comms.

"Good," Alex replied. "Stay alert. They'll be here soon."

By mid-morning, the first signs of the Dothraki horde appeared a faint dust cloud on the horizon, growing larger with every passing minute.

"They're coming," Daenerys whispered, her voice a mix of awe and fear.

As the hours passed, the dust cloud resolved into the sight of thousands of Dothraki riders. Their banners fluttered in the wind, and the sound of their war cries echoed like distant thunder. Surprisingly they stopped quite far away from the out skirts of pentos, which was unexpected because Alex thought they would just walk into the city thinking as they own it.

Alex remained calm, scanning the advancing force through his binoculars. He estimated their numbers to be over 20,000 strong a fearsome sight, but one he had prepared for.

Suddenly, five riders broke away from the main group, galloping toward the gate.

The five riders, dressed in leather and adorned with scars and braids, halted just outside the city walls. They were clearly Khal Drogo's trusted subordinates.

One of them, a man with a jagged scar across his face, shouted up to the gate.

"We come on behalf of Khal Drogo, who rides to honor the invitation of Magistrate Illyrio for his wedding! Open your gates and let us pass!"

Alex, standing tall on the wall, leaned forward.

"The magistrates are no more," he declared. "Pentos is under new rule. My rule. Dothraki are not welcome here."

The riders exchanged glances, their expressions hardening.

"You dare refuse Khal Drogo?" the scarred man demanded. "Do you know what this means for your people? For your family?"

Alex's expression didn't falter. "I know exactly what it means. Now, piss off before I show you what happens to uninvited guests."

"You are making a big mistake and you are Valyrian girl, right?"

"I am, like the King said, Dothraki's are not welcome here, so leave and don't ever come back" said Daenerys.

"Think of your future, we have more than 25000 riders under Khal Drogo's leadership, your city will be destroyed and turned into ruins. You say you are Queen of pentos. There will be nothing to rule once our khal is finished with this city" said another rider.

"Empty threats are not going to do anything, so I suggest you run back to you Khal with tail between your legs, and tell him he is not welcome" Said Alex.

The reason Alex said that just to provoke Khal, he knows after all that long journey khal would never leave empty handed and would soon come into his trap.

The man scowled but didn't push further. The riders turned their horses and galloped back toward the horde.

Back at their camp, the riders relayed Alex's defiance to Khal Drogo.

The mighty Dothraki leader, sitting atop a makeshift throne, listened with growing fury. By the time they finished, his hands gripped the arms of the chair so tightly that the wood began to crack.

"This Alex," Drogo growled, rising to his feet, "thinks he can deny me? After I have ridden a moon's turn to claim my bride?"

His voice rose as he addressed the gathered horde. "The people of Pentos will pay for this insult! Their new king will die screaming, and their queen will be my slave!"

The horde erupted in cheers, their bloodlust ignited by their leader's words.

Drogo drew his arakh and held it high. "Prepare to ride! Tonight, we feast on the flesh of our enemies!"

From the walls of Pentos, Alex observed the distant commotion in the Dothraki camp. He knew they were preparing for an assault.

"They're not going to back down," Daenerys said, her voice tense.

"No, they won't," Alex agreed. "But they're underestimating us."

He turned to Victor and Mark.

"Be ready. When they come, we hold nothing back and let them come around bit closer when you start shooting because we don't want them to run after hearing the sounds of bullets".

Daenerys watched him, her admiration for Alex growing with every passing moment. Despite the overwhelming odds, he exuded a confidence that steadied her nerves.

"We'll show them," Alex said, his voice firm. "Pentos is no longer a city to be preyed upon."

As the sun began its descent, the defenders of Pentos braced themselves for the storm that was the Dothraki horde.

The afternoon sun blazed overhead as Khal Drogo led his tens of thousands of Dothraki warriors toward the gates of Pentos. Their war cries echoed like thunder, a chilling sound that would have broken lesser men.

From the walls, Alex watched the approaching horde with calm determination. Beside him, Daenerys stood, her dragons perched on the battlements, their sharp eyes locked on the advancing riders. Soldiers lined the walls, their weapons ready, awaiting Alex's signal.

When the Dothraki were within range, Alex raised his hand. The city held its breath.

And then he dropped it.

The sound was deafening. Victor and Mark, stationed at elevated positions, unleashed the full might of their M249 machine guns. Bullets ripped through the air, their speed and force tearing into the charging horde like an unstoppable wave.

The effect was immediate and devastating. The front line of Dothraki riders collapsed as their bodies were shredded by the hail of bullets. Horses screamed, collapsing in heaps, adding to the chaos.

The sheer power of the weapons stunned everyone watching, including the defenders of Pentos. Daenerys stared in shock, her hand gripping the wall for support.

"This... this is no ordinary war," she whispered.

"This is Madness" one soldier said.

"What kind of magic is this" said another one.

The Dothraki, accustomed to facing arrows and swords, had no defense against the sheer ferocity of the gunfire. Some raised their shields, but they offered little protection. Bullets punched through wood and metal alike, scattering blood and flesh across the battlefield.

Khal Drogo's enraged voice cut through the chaos as he rode to the front.

"Shields up! Advance! They are cowards hiding behind their walls, they can't keep throwing these small things, soon we will reach the gate and destroy them".

His command rallied his warriors, but it was a futile effort. The shields, designed to stop arrows, were useless against the relentless onslaught. Warriors fell in droves, their blood soaking the earth.

"Keep firing!" Alex ordered. He had given strict instructions to Mark and Victor: do not target Drogo. He must live.

As Alex plans to make an example out of him, infront of the people of pentos and to show his power to the spies of different factions that are hiding in pentos.

The machine guns shifted their focus to either side of Khal Drogo, cutting down his warriors in swathes.

The Flanking Maneuver

As the Dothraki tried to go to sides, Alex raised a flare gun and fired into the sky. The red streak lit up the battlefield, signaling Leon and Raven to begin their flank attack.

From hidden positions, their squads emerged, armed with AR rifles. They unleashed devastating fire on the horde's flanks, creating even more chaos. The Dothraki, caught between two fronts, began to panic.

Their famed discipline and unity crumbled as they were torn apart from all sides.

Within hours, the battlefield was a scene of carnage. The Dothraki horde, once tens of thousands strong, was reduced to a scattered few. The bloodied ground was littered with bodies, broken weapons, and the anguished cries of the dying. So many of them ran after watching what was happening, although Dothraki's were smart but they also want to sustain their life and live to see the better future. So, they ran and escaped from Alex's army.

Khal Drogo, surrounded by his last remaining subordinates, stood in the midst of the carnage. His once-proud warriors were now a broken force.

Alex and his soldiers emerged from the gates, forming a tight formation around Drogo and his men. The air was thick with tension as Alex approached, his rifle slung over his shoulder.

"Drogo," Alex called out, his voice carrying across the battlefield. "Your horde is no more. You're finished."

The mighty Khal, his armor stained with blood, glared at Alex. His arakh was raised, but his grip faltered. Behind him, his remaining warriors looked to him for guidance, but it was clear they were defeated.

Alex motioned to his soldiers. "Disarm them. They are to be taken alive."

Victor and Mark approached cautiously, their weapons trained on the Dothraki. Khal Drogo's subordinates resisted at first, but the realization of their hopeless position forced them to surrender after Alex shot another 2 of his subordinates, leaving him with only 3 men by his side.

As Drogo's weapons were stripped from him, Alex stepped forward, meeting the Khal's fiery gaze.

"You will die," Alex said coldly, "but not here. Your execution will be public, for all of Pentos to see. You will serve as a reminder of what happens to those who threaten this city."

"You are a coward, you all are. You hide behind those walls and use dark magic. If you are a warrior why don't you fight me one on one duel to death, let's see who takes the pentos." This was a last ditching effort from Khal to see if he can provoke Alex into a duel. But what he didn't expect that Alex to just turn around and leave while his soldiers put him and his men in chains.

As the sun set, the battlefield was cleared. Alex's soldiers worked efficiently to gather the bodies of the fallen to burn them in a big pile, so it won't lead to any diseases out in open. They collected all their weapons and horses what could be saved and stored them within military barracks.

Back in the city, the people of Pentos watched in awe and fear as Khal Drogo and his subordinates were paraded through the streets, bound and bloodied. The might of the Dothraki had been shattered, and their leader was now a prisoner of the new king of Pentos.

Daenerys, standing beside Alex as they returned to the city, whispered, "You've done what no one thought possible. You've broken the Dothraki."

Alex nodded, his expression unreadable. "This is just the beginning." As Alex knew there are people far more dangerous than Dothraki's in this world.