Lord of the Oasis

Kant stood on the city wall with a calm face.

When Fatis led the cavalry to charge on the flanks and rushed directly towards the gnoll's phalanx, the curtain had been drawn and the battle was declared over.

The Swadian knight rushed to the front.

10 knights wearing double-layer heavy chain armor, riding the most sturdy armored warhorses under their crotch, raised their heavy conical-headed lances with the thickness of their arms, and easily pierced the bodies of those gnolls, stringing them together. into a gourd.

And by the inertia of the war horse, it whistled and continued to rush towards the depths of the formation.

The Swadian knights are always at the forefront.

They are sharp, and on either side are Muluk, a top heavy horse from Salander.

The same violent rushing horse, the strength of the charge is second only to the Swadian knight, and the two-handed iron staff, which is swung with the speed of the war horse, any gnoll that comes into contact will shatter the bones, vomit blood and retreat. .

The wound had no obvious scars, but even the bones were broken and completely sunken.

The gnolls fell in pieces.

And more Swadian heavy cavalry, still riding their horses to follow.

The Sarandian rider behind Lian was galloping on his horse and charged into the enemy line with a spear in hand.

There are also the elite desert robbers who are light cavalry. Those desert robbers are all carrying spears in a coordinated charge. Although the melee combat effect is poor, they can kill the enemy with scimitars.

What's more, the heavy cavalry in front had completely torn apart the enemy line.

All the cavalry were riding forward.

Horses' hooves stomped heavily on the formation of the gnolls, hitting those gnolls who had no time to dodge, and with the swing of the knight's sword, the machete, and the mace, all the gnolls groaned and fell to the ground in despair.

To break the face.

All the troops rushed in frantically, their hearts blossomed, and they completely crushed the resistance of the gnolls.

In fact, the gnolls did not resist.

When Fatis led the cavalry troops to directly overwhelm the gnoll phalanx, the exhausted gnolls began to disperse. Without organizing an effective counterattack, they were completely trampled under the horse's hooves, or by the close weapons of the cavalry. , put the handle against the head and turned it into a corpse.

Even the formation was directly penetrated by the cavalry from south to north.

Even Fatis turned the horse's head, and although some of the cavalry around him were injured, no one was killed.

The resistance received was extremely weak.

Those gnolls, even with spears piercing their chests and slashing with machetes, still did not raise their battle axes, but just stared blankly at their companions around, being slaughtered, slaughtered, at a loss, just waiting dumbly.

They lost the ability to fight.

Morale collapsed to the extreme.

Physically exhausted.

No one let out a howl of encouragement, because they no longer wanted to continue fighting, and even the madness with their previous eyes completely disappeared. Looking at the cruel battlefield full of chaos, they finally bowed their heads and gave up their resistance completely.

Not even the most basic formation to meet the enemy was re-lined up.

Kant narrowed his eyes slightly.

On the city wall, he could see it clearly, his breathing had changed from tense and fast to now, and he waved his hand and said, "Everyone, stop shooting, stop attacking."

"Yes!" The messengers responded.

Then turned away immediately.

Stepping on the corpses on the ground, passing through the blood-stained walls and attics, conveying the lord's orders.

The battlefield ceases.

The rain of arrows, which was still dense, stopped firing instantly at this time.

Even the Fatis outside the city wall have been told by the messengers that the order to stop the attack is just on standby in the desert flat on the north side, holding their spears and spears, and looking indifferently at those who are standing outside the city wall indifferently, Just like a lost soul, a walking dead gnoll.

"The battle is over." Kant said: "There is no need to continue the attack."

The gnolls have lost the will to resist.

And for Kant it is a captive, a wonderful dinar!

A living dinar.

Still waiting in the "Drehem" fortress, Jocelyn, the caravan leader who brought guards and sentries to help defend the Consulate, can buy these high-level gnolls at a price of 50 dinars per person.

Kant doesn't think that he is now rich enough to ignore this huge sum of money.

So many higher gnolls are ready-made captives.

And the dead gnoll...

But there is no value at all, just piles of corpses that feel disgusting to even clean up!

………………

Kant's order to take prisoners was also conveyed.

This task is undoubtedly the work of the cavalry outside, and the cavalry who have just entered the battlefield and completely defeated the psychological defense of these gnolls are very happy.

There is nothing better to enjoy a victor than after defeating the enemy and then capturing them.

"Put down your weapons and surrender to avoid death!"

"Put down your weapons and surrender to avoid death!"

"Put down your weapons and surrender to avoid death!"

Fatis did not continue to issue the order to charge again. The unscathed cavalry surrounded the gnolls around the battlefield. Anyone who tried to escape would be slaughtered by them.

The flexible light cavalry of the desert robbers quickly swept their wings around with their machetes, shouting loudly to persuade them to surrender, but looking at the flickering machetes, they should be more intimidating.

But it's the same for those gnolls who have completely lost their fighting spirit and hope.

Confused, what they need may be an excuse.

"Boom bang bang bang..."

The two-handed tomahawk fell to the sand beneath his feet.

These gnolls all fell to their knees, there was no madness in their confused eyes, only the daze of the future, and the deepest despair, so deep that these gnolls who were once invincible on the coast of Mannheim did not want to resist. thought.

He knelt down on the battlefield full of corpses of his comrades, and the blood had already dyed the sand red.

Eye-catching red.

The closer to the city wall, the richer the blood and the more corpses.

The two corpse stairs that were still burning and released billowing black smoke showed the cruelty of the battle and how amazing the madness that the gnolls broke out in the desperate situation.

You can even give up your own life, don't take it seriously.

No matter if you are trampled to death, crushed to death, or burned to death, you will also become a stepping stone for your companions behind you.

Just look at it now.

This self-serving casualty seems a little ridiculous.

Because all the remaining gnolls chose to surrender, and surrendered to their enemies in the most shameful way of the army, without any conditions, in order to survive and not die on the battlefield.

"Manid."

Kant turned his head and said calmly: "You are responsible for dealing with the prisoners, you should be the best at it."

After a pause, he warned at the same time: "Tell Fatis and let him clean the battlefield. I will notify Jocelyn to help you later. After you have dealt with your own affairs, remember to come to the Consular Hall to report the results to me."

"Understood." Manid nodded immediately.

"Okay." Kant also nodded and turned to leave.

Let things go.

The two can handle it well.

"Lord Kant!" After leaving the city wall, the city gate was covered in blood, and the scarred Swadian infantrymen quickly stood up and saluted Kant, and at the same time quickly separated 10 infantrymen to follow him and continued to act as guards.

"Yeah." Kant nodded.

Although his face was calm, there was a gloomy look in his eyes.

There were originally 50 Swadian infantrymen of his own, but now there are only less than 20 of them, and everyone is injured.

Even the 10 infantrymen who were assigned to serve as guards were not equipped with the original heroic weapons. The fan-shaped shield had cut marks, the outer iron-inlaid leather armor was torn, and the chain armor inside was cut off.

The blood oozing out dyed the torn linen robe red.

When the mad gnolls broke down the gates, it was these 50 Swadian infantrymen who stepped up.

Thirty people were killed in a short period of time. If hundreds of Swadian militiamen hadn't come desperately to help defend, it is estimated that these infantrymen would have been beaten and wiped out, even if the city gate was breached.

Those crazy gnoll warriors are definitely not comparable to low-level gnolls.

Even in Kant's view.

These high-level gnolls from the coast of Mannheim, who have teaching combat skills and have fought on the battlefield, can be called 5th-level troops, and they need Swadian sergeants who belong to the same 5th-level troops to resist.

The combat power bonus of racial superiority is too terrifying.

After all, the height and weight of human beings, as well as their own strength, are no match for these advanced gnolls!

"Pay attention to rest after cleaning the battlefield."

Kant instructed the infantry and militiamen at the city gate to turn around and continue walking towards the Consulate Hall.

The bodies of the deceased have been gathered up and placed neatly beside the city gate. At the same time, militiamen cooperated with each other to carry down the bodies of a larger number of bowmen on the city wall, and peasant women dipped in clean water. The towels wiped their blood-stained faces, giving them a final respect.

It is an honorable death to die to protect the homeland.

"Lord Lord."

The strong peasant women came over and wanted to help Kant.

But Kant frowned and said, "No need."

These peasant women retreated embarrassingly, with a bit of shyness on their sullen faces: "Sir, you lead the troops to guard the fortress heroically, just like a legendary hero."

"Haha." Kant just chuckled and didn't answer.

Seeing that these peasant women were still holding pitchforks and kitchen knives, he calmly commanded: "Now go to prepare lunch, it's almost noon, our soldiers haven't even had time to eat breakfast."

Seeing this scene, Kant couldn't help but chuckle, and told them: "Go and prepare lunch, it's almost noon, our soldiers haven't even eaten breakfast."

"Yes, Lord." The peasant women nodded.

They are not good at combat, but in life, they can still handle it extremely well.

Kant returned to the Consulate.

It didn't take too long for the aroma of cooking food to appear, and the lunch was being prepared. The accelerated type could quickly replenish the stamina consumed during the war.

Supplies in the Sentinel Oasis can be quite plentiful.

PS: I came back late today, I will update it for the time being, and I will make up for it tomorrow. Say what you say, if you can't do this book, you will directly eunuch.