Lord of the Oasis

The Swadian crossbowman slammed down the khaki clay pot.

It smashed into the head of the Gnoll at the front, and it shattered into countless pieces.

The amber-colored oil splattered along with the shattered pottery in an instant, but more oil was splashed on the corpse stairs made of corpses outside the city wall, and the corpses who were still stepping on their companions, howling. On the gnoll climbing up.

The torch was thrown straight out the window.

In just a short while, the corpse steps drenched in oil burst into flames.

The heat wave is extremely stressful.

The flames were spreading, and the flax robes and hair on the corpses further fueled the fire. The crackling sound continued, and with the several cans of oil that were smashed down, the fire became even more violent, burning the entire staircase made of corpses outside the city wall. The large flames caused the gnolls who were still climbing below to start retreating with a miserable howl.

The fear of fire is imprinted deep in the soul, and even these gnolls are no exception.

The fire spread, and the raging flames caused a rolling heat wave.

The Gnoll, who was still surrounded by the bottom, with bloodshot eyes, actually regained a little clarity in time. He was timid and did not dare to continue to climb the corpse stairs covered by the flames, but he subconsciously retreated.

The siege was thwarted, and the gnoll's offensive weakened.

Boom and then bulge and decline.

As the madness faded away, fear appeared in the hearts of these gnolls.

No one wants to continue to die, and no one wants to climb the stairs of the still burning corpse.

"Ow—"

A mournful wolf howl appeared, and it was the commander's order to retreat.

The entire gnoll army is not enough to continue the previous crazy attack. When the offensive is frustrated and the violent attack fails, it is a wise choice to temporarily retreat. Otherwise, the morale of the army will be seriously lowered as the attack cannot be continued for a long time. Under the threat of death , the original madness will also become a desperate situation of complete loss of hope, which will directly lead to the collapse of all members.

The troops of the expeditionary army began to retreat. Before 30 minutes of siege time, they dropped the bodies of more than 600 companions and retreated in large strides. The original neat formation had begun to be scattered. trace.

The wild attack of the gnoll was dissipated.

The archers in the attic of the city wall suddenly felt that the pressure they were facing was instantly relieved, and they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But these crossbowmen did not relax. The longbow and crossbow in their hands were still shooting arrows one after another. Even the Swadian militiamen holding hunting crossbows at the top of the attic were also shooting crossbow arrows again and again, chasing after them. Kill the retreating troops.

Now is the time to beat the underdogs, take advantage of the opportunity to kill the enemy's living force!

The "whoosh" sound of breaking through the air is still shrill.

These gnoll troops quickly retreated, but they still threw more than 30 corpses in the retreat, and finally left 200 meters away, which was completely away from the city wall and beyond the effective shooting distance of those human shooters.

Kant looked at the gnolls who had returned to the bottom of the dunes and began to rearrange the army, and the awe in his eyes eased slightly.

This means that the opponent will not continue to attack for the time being.

At least one must stabilize morale and re-encourage these desperate gnolls before they can attack the city again, but even so, the troops who have already been frustrated in the siege, want to continue to enter that forgetful, only know how to climb up desperately, even if A state of madness where being a corpse is also used as a stepping stone for a companion will never appear again.

Thinking of the madness that sacrificed his life, Kant's eyes were full of surprises.

Turning his head slightly, the golden lion with a red background was fluttering behind him.

Kant perceives a fact.

Just as the group of gnolls attacked frantically, this banner, which can be called a battlefield artifact, failed to successfully reduce the morale of the opponent. Whether it was the first round of morale reduction, or the morale reduction as the number of casualties increased, it was very difficult. Just like these gnolls who have fallen into a state of madness, their morale has been stabilized at all, and there is no way to reduce them.

Only when the attack is thwarted and retreats back,

It finally succeeded in reducing the morale of some gnolls, but the reduction was not strong at all, and it did not even cause the enemy's troops to fall into a state of low morale.

"Falling into madness, will it automatically keep morale constant and can't be reduced?"

Kant quickly concluded that his guess was accurate.

It's just that this accurate conclusion is not a good thing, so he couldn't help sighing.

Turning his head to look at the archers who were mobilizing their arms and massaging their muscles, he calmed down a little. After all, his soldiers fought back brazenly and were not afraid of the opponent's madness, which made him quite gratified.

"Pass it on, pay attention to vigilance, the enemy will not give us too long."

Kant gave the order to the messenger, then turned and walked towards the stairs.

Instead of leaving the city wall, he climbed to the top of the attic and watched the rows of Swadian militiamen sitting on the ground to rest. He found Manid who was still busy and asked, "How is your situation here."

"Everything is fine." Manid saluted, but still said solemnly: "It's just that there are not enough crossbow arrows."

"So fast?" Kant frowned.

Manid sighed: "Yes, in the battle just now, these militiamen shot all their quivers. After all, these militiamen were equipped with only 20 crossbow arrows in their quivers, and it was impossible to maintain a high-intensity defensive battle. "

"I see." Kant nodded, and Manid was telling the truth.

Presumably not only these Swadian militias.

Even for other bowmen, the quiver should be empty now, and there are not many left.

In the crazy siege just now, the archers played an absolute role. The 600+ gnoll corpses below were almost all caused by these archers, and most of the gnolls who retreated were on their bodies. They are also wounds that are not serious or serious. If there is no dense arrow rain, this situation will never be caused.

After a little thought, Kant said, "This problem is easy to solve."

"That's great." Manid sighed in relief.

Kant's solution to the problem, of course, was the [Ammo Replenishment Technique × 3] he had obtained in the previous lottery.

Thought communication system.

With his affirmation, the golden card in his mind immediately scattered.

The number of suffixes also changed from 3 to 2.

But just under the city walls, inside and outside the arrow towers, in the quivers of the Vician archers, Reston Rangers, Swadian crossbowmen, and Swadian militiamen, the data flow began to spread and drift, and in the blink of an eye, In an instant, it became bulging again.

The feather arrows were inserted in the quiver in an orderly manner, and the crossbow arrows were neatly stacked in the quiver.

All the ammo of the bowmen are restored.

But Kant frowned slightly.

Although the arrows have all recovered to the previous number, the physical strength of these archers has gone through a lot of consumption, especially the archers who need to draw bows to shoot arrows. Intense wars, continuous shooting of bows and arrows will make the arm muscles serious. strain.

At this time, Kant somewhat missed the salvo card that he had used up.

After all, it was 500 Vicia marksmen who fired 3 salvos, covered with arrows, and could kill a large number of gnolls in an instant.

"Ow—"

At this moment, the mournful wolf howl reappeared.

The Swadian militiamen who were still sitting at the top of the attic all stood up again, with their hunting crossbows aimed at the outside world, their faces still indifferent, and their determination to guard their homes.

Manid held a light crossbow with a solemn expression: "This attack may be even crazier."

The gnolls howled.

These guys, who have been boosted up by morale, have completely turned into desperadoes.

The stairs of the corpse were still burning, but the foundation still remained under the city wall to form a slope. As long as they rushed up frantically against the rain of arrows and continued to raise the slope, the gnolls behind could even roll directly into the city wall from the window.

At that time, there will be a fierce battle for the city wall.

This is the most direct hand-to-hand combat, but for bowmen who are not good at melee combat, it is their own weakness.

Fighting against a 2.3-meter strong gnoll is like hitting a stone with an egg.

"I already have arrangements."

Kant narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes showed a little ruthlessness.

But he wouldn't use this arrangement until the end, he turned around and walked into the attic, and at the same time told Manid: "If the city wall below starts to fall, you and the militia you lead will immediately leave the top of the attic through other stairs. Line up with those Swadian infantry behind the city gates and fight in the streets!"

"Understood!" Manid nodded.

"Well." Kant turned and walked down the stairs, back to the attic of the city wall.

Under the sand dunes not far away.

The gnolls rearranged into teams and started to attack again.