Lord of the Oasis

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Fatis agreed with Kant's proposal.

As the order was issued, the two gates of the "Drehem" fortress were reopened, and the light cavalry, with grins on their faces, rushed out on their horses, shouted at each other's familiar comrades-in-arms, and disappeared into the vast sand dunes.

They may not be so proficient in defending the city, where tactics require rigid tactics.

But they are equipped with light clothes, as long as they are broken into pieces and scattered, they are like fish jumping into the sea, and all the means used in the Sarand desert can be easily used.

Although they were Kant's hussars.

But in the past, they were still the Shahai gangsters who made the whole Sarande Sultanate a headache!

Scattered harassment.

This is their specialty!

Salander horses and desert horses, who are good at living in the desert, step on the sand layer briskly and move quickly between the dunes. This speed is not much slower than the movement in the plains.

Centered around 15 Salander riders.

25 elite desert robbers and 40 desert robbers spread out over a wide range.

It was almost dozens of meters away that other teams could be seen.

But in fact, the distance is not a problem. They all have a set of ways to connect with each other. They are teammates. They are teammates. As long as someone rides a horse to the sand dune and shouts and greets a few times, the Salander bandits only know the tone. The tacit understanding that is cultivated can make other comrades in arms have a heart-to-heart and respond quickly.

Or spread out and harass enemy troops.

Or gather behind a dune somewhere, form a neat charge line, and set up spears to charge the enemy.

However, what they are best at right now is hiding.

Kant stood on the top floor of the Consultative Hall, and Fatis and Manid were following him, staring at the north, and could clearly see the desert robbers spreading out behind the dunes, just like loaches slick in the air. Shutting between the crevices at the bottom of the dunes.

"They're good." Kant's eyes were filled with satisfaction.

"perhaps.

"Fatis nodded.

His tone was indifferent, which was the confidence brought by the country and the contempt brought by education.

To this Swadian knight, desert robbers, despite their fierce reputation in the Sultanate of Sarand, are known to be feared light cavalry, but he also knows that these light cavalry can play a fundamental role in the frontal battlefield. Not much effect.

Even Sarandian riders can chase after them, not to mention the Swadian heavy cavalry with men and horses in heavy armor.

After a pause, Fatis realized that his answer to Kant was quite rude, and he explained: "But these Sarandians can cause some trouble and confusion to the enemy, which is quite good."

"Yes, that's it."

Kant chuckled, not caring about Fatis's previous mistakes.

He doesn't expect much from desert robbers.

After all, in the division of arms, it belongs to the cavalry of about 3rd level. To be precise, it should be about 2.5. The desert robbers can be regarded as the 3rd level cavalry, and their combat effectiveness is not strong.

Troops capable of harassing the enemy are troublesome, that is his request.

Surely these desert bandits can do it.

4 short javelins per person may not be much, but 40 desert robbers are 160, which works wonders for harassment.

Not to mention there are 25 elite desert robbers.

Equipped with 6 short javelins per person, although there are only 25 people, the number of javelins has reached 150.

So Kant is confident.

These 300 short javelins with heavy potential are thrown out one by one, and the killing effect is much better than that of feather arrows and crossbow arrows. Although the disadvantage is that the range is short, it is only more than 10 meters in total, but the lethality is not strong.

Moreover, the short javelin thrown out by the person borrowed the horse's momentum to quickly assist the arm strength, but the effect was broken armor.

It is estimated that even the chain armor worn by Salander riders can pierce a blood hole.

What's more, according to Kant's understanding, those high-level gnoll warriors of the Greymane Kingdom are generally equipped with chain mail. Although they have a good defense effect against swords and slashing, their defense against stab wounds is a little worse.

Due to structural problems, chain mail is not as effective at defending against bows, arrows and crossbows as dagger, chain or scale armor.

Now I have encountered a javelin that can break even shields and chainmail.

Those gnolls can only ask for their own blessings!

"coming."

Fatis spoke suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

Kant and Manid's faces were also solemn, and they looked towards the north following Fatis's gaze.

In the layers of sand dunes to the north, countless black spots are appearing at the top of the sand dunes. They seem to be slow, but in fact they are moving quickly towards the sentry oasis where they are located. Seven or eight dunes.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom"

The bronze bell was hurriedly rang by the Swadia light infantry in charge, and the clear bell echoed in the fortress.

The soldiers who were still on standby all stood up.

The crossbowmen on the city wall and on the arrow tower all aimed their weapons at the north side.

Groups of civilians are also waiting in line in the open space under the city wall. If the city wall is in an emergency state and is about to be breached, the special effect of the clock tower will be activated, and it will become 550 recruits with basic armament.

Although it could not withstand the powerful offensive, it was no problem to barely maintain the front line with his own life.

"finally come."

Kant squinted slightly, his hands propped up the concave and convex arrow wall, but his heart was calm: "The expedition of the Graymane Kingdom."

He has been waiting for this day for a long time.

Ever since he defeated the gnoll tribe, captured Asage, discovered the northern part of the Naron Desert and the coast of Mannheim, and learned about the Greymane Kingdom composed of high-level gnolls, Kant knew that today's battle was absolutely unavoidable, because The other party came with malice, and in essence, the plan was to plunder and war.

These high-level gnolls of the Greymane Kingdom have no idea of ​​peace talks or business.

Kant didn't have this idea either.

War is the best option.

If those high-level gnolls of the Greymane Kingdom really came in the spirit of friendship, choosing peace talks, choosing commerce, and choosing trade, then who can he represent in the sentry oasis, the titular baron of the Lion Principality?

He doesn't represent anyone!

On the contrary, because of the profits brought by the gnolls, they will fall into endless crisis.

Why did the nobles who forced him to banish him to the desert before letting him go, let Kant take this opportunity to reappear in the upper class, laugh and talk with them hypocritically, and then slit their throats with knives?

Just look at the heirs who die every year in the Principality of the Lion.

No one is good at being a noble!

And the most critical point is the natural salt mine, which is an extremely important resource point for Kant's future development. It is absolutely impossible for him to let go to anyone again. Even if it is a war, he will not hesitate.

This salt mine represents the future!

The barren Narun Desert, perhaps valuable, is this salt mine.

Kant couldn't let go.

The heart beats faster due to the spread of thoughts, not fear, not excitement, but pure throbbing, especially watching the approaching enemy troops, and watching the surrounding disperse condescendingly, not yet emerging, only just The light cavalry who were watching carefully, Kant slowly held his hand and said solemnly: "Tell everyone, get ready."

The gnoll troops are already less than 2000 meters away.

It's still black and white.

The characteristic grey fur of the gnoll is quite conspicuous, with a slightly hunched back and a beast-like head.

If it is night, there must be a green gleam in his eyes.

Terrifying.

But Fatis frowned slightly, his eyes swept across the group of gnoll troops, and finally fixed his eyes on the middle position, his brows wrinkled more and more, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Huh?" Kant's brows also wrinkled.

Even Manid, who is not good at military, can't believe it.

"What's the matter?" Someone said to himself.

The tone was even more suspicious.

This is the voice of everyone now, and there is even a bit of astonishment in the tone.

The number of gnolls that arrived in pieces from the Wuya was indeed very large. According to Fatis' visual observation, it definitely exceeded the 2,500 people estimated by the desert robbers. Even looking down at the dense queue, there were 3,000 people.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to form a march of this scale, stepping over several dunes.

Kant and the others were puzzled and astonished.

Still a little unbelievable.

Because there are more than 3,000 gnolls here, all of them are "old friends" they are familiar with!

Jaws with long fangs, grey fur, head held up like a beast, covered in tattered linen and hide, holding a mace studded with gravel and wicked iron. …

Low-level gnolls!

These are the favorite race of "Drehem", the favorite cargo of the kingdom of Vyya, the favorite slave of the snowfield iron ore masters, and Kant's favorite dinar, these low-level gnolls.

Astonishment comes from here.

That's right, it's the army of these low-level gnolls.

A low-level gnoll who can be slashed by 40 desert robbers, riding a horse and chasing more than 300 tribes with a machete!

They actually launched an expedition to Kant's "Drehem", and gathered so many people, as if they were desperate, they wanted to use the mace in their hands to flatten the stone fortress in one wave. .

"Heh, are you kidding me?"

Kant narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes swept across the huge gnolls.

Wu Ya pressed into pieces, but as the distance approached, looking at their messy formation, there was no tactical formation at all, and couldn't help clenching his fists, as if insulted, he said in a deep voice: "Now I think You know, what about the... expeditions from the coast of Mannheim, the kingdom of Greymane?"

In Kant's eyes, those are his enemies.

As for these low-level gnolls, they are just a bunch of garbage that can be defeated at any time!

ps: I clearly set the automatic update at 3 o'clock... After I came back, I found that I forgot to post it regularly, sorry...