Lord of the Oasis

The next day, at dawn.

Kant had finished his breakfast, packed his luggage and came to the street.

Manid was waiting for him.

5 Sarandian riders in chainmail and linen robes were waiting, followed by 10 desert robbers in leather armor and holding spears, but their rebellious appearance was caught by these Sarandian riders. restrained.

This is the difference between a regular army and a bandit.

Although the desert robbers are not afraid of death, they still have to bow their heads in the face of well-equipped and skilled Salander riders.

Both are light cavalry but have very different roles.

The role of the desert robber is to use the mobility of the desert horse under the crotch to harass the array of enemy infantry with short javelins, or to attack the enemy's supply line, causing a psychological blow to the enemy, rather than fighting head-on.

The thin leather armor on their bodies was not enough to sustain the tragic hand-to-hand combat after the charge.

Salander riders are real assault cavalry, which can cause terrifying destruction effects on the enemy's front line. Although they can't compare to the Swadian heavy cavalry in full armor, the effect is still powerful.

"Looks like you're all ready."

Kant opened his mouth and looked at them and nodded with satisfaction: "Then let's set off as soon as possible."

"Understood." Manid and the others responded.

"Good luck, my lord."

Fatis and the soldiers in the sentry oasis, as long as there is no important duty to stand guard, come to say goodbye to Kant, and even the more than 200 construction workers are reluctant to part.

After all, Kant is the lord of the Sentinel Oasis, and the stalwart existence in their hearts.

"it is good."

Kant waved his hand and rode his horse forward.

Manid shook the reins to keep up.

5 Salander riders and 10 desert robbers followed unhurriedly, while their eyes watched the surrounding sand dunes vigilantly, always paying attention to any abnormality.

As escorts, they were much more serious than Rowan, who was in charge of escorting when Kant came.

The sound of hoofs.

Led by 1 Sarand rider.

These tribesmen from the desert also have special knowledge about dealing with the Naron Desert.

Proceed along the dunes at a fast pace.

"That's what it feels like."

Conde tightened the hood on his head, sweating from the scorching midday sun.

But this reminded Kant of the agony of coming to the Naron Desert when he just left the Stone Pass. Thinking about the foundation he has created in the Sentinel Oasis, all kinds of tastes come to mind at this moment.

Starting a business is difficult, not to mention starting a business in the desert, it is even more like moving forward in a raging fire.

"Sir, it's almost noon, find a place to rest on the back of the dune."

The Salander rider who led the way in front restrained the crotch of the Salander horse, slowed down and came to Kant's side, looked at the continuous sand sea ahead, and discouraged: "When marching in the desert, you can't fully pursue speed."

"I understand the truth." Kant nodded, licked his dry mouth subconsciously, and said, "Listen to you, set up a tent and rest first."

"clear."

The Sarandian rider who led the way was relieved and rode on, looking for a suitable dune.

Soon, they found a slightly larger sand dune, came to the back and dismounted, quickly unfolded the tent in the package, propped it up with spears, dug out a cool sand pit, and formed a temporary camp.

When marching in the desert, we cannot simply pursue speed and distance.

Also ensure physical strength and hydration.

Those guys who don't know these truths have already formed mummified corpses in the desert, buried miserably in the sand and never see the light of the sun. Maybe when the storm hits and the dunes move, they can see the sun again.

Refill fresh water in time under the tent.

Lunch is also roughly settled with bread, dried meat and dates.

After resting for 2 hours, waiting for the sun to be less hot,

Kant continued with the team.

According to the plan, they will arrive at the Stone Pass within 3 days.

The entire cavalry marches, and the speed is naturally fast.

If there are infantry to follow, plus the accompanying supply carriage, it will take 7 days.

Continuing to move forward in the face of the scorching sun, Kant and the others are not slow, especially as the sun slants to the west, the heat brought by the sun is reduced, and they are even more like a duck to water.

Dusk is approaching.

It's getting dark.

The horses that had been trekking in the desert all afternoon were also snoring, and their eyes showed exhaustion.

"Two hours off."

Kant exhaled and raised his hand to stop advancing: "Let the horse rest as well."

The team behind them stopped.

Manid, who came from a businessman, was lying on the back of a horse and slowly descended to the ground. After a bumpy day, both of his legs were quite sore, and he walked strangely.

"Are you alright?" Kant asked, he valued his business operation very much.

Manid smiled bitterly: "It's okay."

"Just get used to it." Kant nodded and said thoughtfully: "In the evening, put something under it."

"Thank you." Manid sighed softly, "I hope you don't delay things."

In reality, people with poor riding skills ride bumpy military horses, and it is still a long journey. I am afraid that the whole body will be thrown to pieces, and even the inner thighs will be ground with large blood bags, and it is impossible to walk at all.

Manid is a businessman, so naturally he doesn't have the horsemanship he has trained since he was a child.

Even Kant, the second son of the nobleman, can't compare.

After all, in Kant's studies, swordsmanship, riding, and etiquette are all necessary. Although the professor's scholar is perfunctory because he is the second son, he is much better than Manid, a pure businessman.

You know, when Manid first came to Sentinel Oasis, he was riding a docile Thomas.

Set up tents, have dinner, and rest.

Old three, and then continue to set off.

Although the night in the Narun desert was cold, it was bearable.

It's better than the scorching heat of the day, at least if you wrap it tightly, you can effectively resist the cold wave.

The team moved on.

The bright moonlight and the bright starry sky brought a lot of light.

There are no clouds in the Narun Desert, so it is very bright.

Kant rode on the horse, exhaling white mist from his nose and mouth, his whole body was already cold, and he swallowed and spit without much enthusiasm, and the tiredness brought by the late night had already flooded into his heart, and he felt a little exhausted.

"Not yet at the limit."

He swallowed and spit, and looked at Manid and the cavalry who followed behind.

Thoughts gradually emerged from the exhaustion of the trek. Seeing that the moon in the sky had reached the center, he asked, "Who knows, what time is it?"

His voice was hoarse, and a little weak.

A long march will be like this, not to mention that they are still marching in the Naron desert, which consumes more physical strength.

"It's almost early morning." A Sarand rider replied.

"In the early morning." Kant took off his hood, exhaled the low-temperature condensed white mist, and said, "So, we have already covered a day and a night?"

"About half," the Salander rider reckoned, then said.

Manid also nodded feebly and said, "According to the distance, we have already walked halfway."

"Okay." Kant swallowed.

Closing his eyes slightly, his thoughts quickly connected to the system in his mind: "Is it possible to build a post station and a water well here?"

"You can build a post station, but you can't build a well." The system replied.

This answer made Kant frown: "Why can't a well be built?"

"There is a lack of water veins underground." The system's answer was still straightforward.

Kant was stunned.

There is indeed such a rule for the construction of wells.

But he looked at the vast sea of ​​sand around him, which stretched into pieces under the bright moonlight, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "How could there be groundwater in such a ghost place?"

Manid and the others behind him were also silent.

Even Salander riders and desert robbers, as races in the desert, cannot quickly locate the groundwater in this cruel desert.

Locating groundwater is esoteric knowledge, and it also requires luck.

Want to find shallower groundwater?

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack!

But the system gave an answer: "There is an underground lake 3 miles ahead, and a well can be built."

At the same time, a little weirdness appeared on Kant's retina.

A pale blue line spreads under Kant all the way to the south, as if that's what the system says, the location of the underlying lake 3 miles away.

"let's go."

Kant swallowed and gave the order.

Of course he chose to trust the system.

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