Lord of the Oasis

At 5:00 pm, it was already dusk.

The west-sloping sun shone down on the dunes, printing a golden patch.

Kant stood at the top of the dune, bathed in a flood of sunlight behind him, until it drowned him.

Less than a kilometer in front is the sentry oasis.

He could see that in a piece of yellow sand, there were some sparkling waves flashing with the light of dusk.

That is the water source of the sentry oasis, a lake formed by the spouting springs, but if you only look at the area, it is only 25 by 6 meters, and it is more accurate to call it a pond.

"It's so beautiful." Kant couldn't help but sigh.

Just around this pond, there are quite a few lush desert shrubs and 6 tall poplar trees.

These green vegetation proudly stretched their branches and leaves in the sun at dusk, as if telling how the yellow sand invaded, and they still fought tenaciously.

The cavalry captain Rowan stood beside him, nodding indifferently: "Yes, it's beautiful."

Kant said calmly: "Then we can't let these gnolls occupy this place."

"Of course." Rowan continued to nod indifferently.

His eyes swept across the sentry oasis, and he had already seen the tents built around the pond.

There are all kinds of tattered materials, linen cloth, bark, and even animal skins obtained from hunting, which seem to be completely different from the tents they have built before.

Because this is the tent of the gnolls, where their tribe lives!

Taking a deep breath, Rowan asked in a deep voice, "Lord Baron, when do we start?"

"Don't rush."

Kant turned his head and looked at the sun behind him, which was still releasing its last mighty power.

It was the dim light of the sun, which crossed the two of them, and printed the dim yellow of the setting sun in the sentry oasis below, and also in the gnoll tribe below.

As long as you raise your head from the bottom, the sunlight that seems to be parallel to the sand dunes will make you unable to open your eyes.

Kant nodded: "It's now."

"Okay." Rowan nodded indifferently, clenching the spear in his hand and quickly retreated from the dune.

Right at the bottom of the dune, 20 fully-armed cavalrymen of the Principality of Lions were standing there leading their horses. They were fully prepared for battle and only needed orders from Rowan.

An irresistible battle is about to begin, their faces are equally indifferent, and there is resentment deep in their eyes.

They all understand who brought this.

Kant.

The baron of the Lion Principality.

The escort came to take office in the Nalen Desert, and has been traveling for 6 days, but at noon learned that there was no fresh water for the return journey.

Then they have to fight.

So they will be angry.

"The great god of war Edmund is watching us."

Rowan came to them and took the reins of his warhorse, his face was very solemn: "Let these inferior races, the gnolls who can only eat sand in the desert know, what is the heroism of the lion principality!"

"Victory!" The cavalry responded neatly.

The Principality of Lions was established by force, and the gods they believed in were Edmund, the god of war, who represented war.

So they were not afraid and turned their anger into strength.

"here we go."

Kant watched as the 20 cavalrymen turned on their horses, crossed the dunes and rushed towards the sentry oasis.

The hard horseshoe slammed the sand layer heavily, raising the sand and dust in the sky behind him, like a whirlwind. Before the gnolls in the sentry oasis could react, they rushed in with their spears fiercely!

The point of the spear penetrated the gnoll's chest under the astonished gaze.

Blood was pouring out, but the 20 cavalrymen of the Principality of Lions had no intention of giving up their spears.

Gritting his teeth and holding his arms,

Continue to bear these gourd-like gnolls and continue to rush into the deeper tribe.

They know that what they want to do is to cause even more chaos!

"It's our turn!"

Kant shouted in a deep voice, holding the light crossbow in his hand, and strode forward.

Ten Swadian recruits followed him with spears.

Twenty Swadian peasants were deployed on either side with scythes.

Their speed is also not slow, almost trotting, but the murderous feeling in their eyes has been revealed, because for their own territory, the sentry oasis of life in the future, they are bound to win!

"For the lion principality!"

Rowan and the 20 cavalrymen were still rushing towards the depths of the tribe.

The spears in their hands were broken, but they pulled out the long swords around their waists and slashed fiercely at the gnolls who appeared in a hurry.

The effect of the raid was surprisingly good.

These gnolls did not know that they would be attacked by the enemy, and even when there was chaos in the periphery, most of the gnolls stared at their green eyes and stood in confusion.

Even if they want to find the enemy, it is difficult to do so.

Whenever they looked at the side where the screams appeared on the west side, the dim yellow sunlight from above their heads shone directly, and they couldn't open their eyes at all!

"Da da da da da-"

The sound of the hooves is getting closer and closer, and only then can they find out that it is a human cavalry.

But by this time, it was too late.

Rowan led his cavalry and raised the long sword in his hand to slash through the bodies of these gnolls.

Only blood splattered.

These gnolls with long fangs and gray fur finally began to collapse, and a look of fear appeared on their wolf-like heads.

"Stay in formation and follow me!"

The light crossbow in Kant's hand made a "hum" sound, and a gnoll not far away fell to the ground.

The crossbow arrow on its back has penetrated its spine and pierced into the heart.

But Kant didn't care, his face was grim, his eyes scanned the depths of the gnoll tribe, Rowan and the 19 cavalry of the lion duchy were still raging with long swords, continuing to cause panic among these gnolls, spreading blood and death .

"Keep dashing forward!"

Kant drew his short sword and moved forward with the 30 soldiers behind him.

The gnoll tribe, which has fallen into chaos, cannot organize an effective counterattack at all, and their advance is very fast.

Countless mournful howls emerged in his ears.

The gnolls are fleeing in all directions.

The old, the young, and those in their prime are all running away in fear.

Facing the sudden appearance of the cavalry.

And the Swadian recruits armed with spears.

Memories from ten years ago reappeared in the minds of these gnolls.

It was the slaughter of the lion principality.

But it is the deepest nightmare of these gnolls!

Even now, these gnolls who have experienced massacres still dare not continue to resist.

"We don't need any prisoners."

Kant's voice sounded in the sentry oasis, and at the same time announced the tragic end of these gnolls.

The cavalry were still chasing the fleeing gnolls.

The peasants and recruits of Swadia, around the lake of the sentry oasis, began to clear the tents of the gnoll tribe, and it was time to clean the battlefield, because they won!

Gnolls who lost their will to resist became lambs that were easily slaughtered.

What's more, these ruthless primitive races cannot compare with humans in terms of tactics and weapons and equipment.

Sunset on the dunes.

The battle is also over.

In the dim sky, the afterglow of the sun is still struggling, releasing the last ray of light as it sinks.

But in the sky, a bright moon was already faintly visible at this time.

The night sky full of stars appeared, and the high temperature during the day seemed to fade away quickly. Even the wind blowing from the depths of the desert carried an icy chill. After going down for a few hours, the Nalen Desert would enter a temperature of minus 20 degrees Celsius. cold.

Of course, it's not that cold yet.

The cavalry who had just fought came back on their horses, and the cool breeze made them feel very comfortable.

"Lord Baron, your territory is in hand."

The cavalry captain Rowan jumped off the horse, his face still indifferent.

Including him and the cavalry behind him, the linen robes over the chainmail were stained with blood, as if dyes had been spilled on them, which looked quite weird.

There were four or five other unlucky fellows hanging out, drooping their arms, or limping.

Obviously this battle is not so easy.

Some of the gnolls erupted under the threat of death, still inflicting light wounds on the cavalry who charged ahead.

"Maybe you can clean the wound first."

Kant looked at the wounded and nodded to Rowan: "If you don't mind, I can bandage you in person. After all, I have learned first aid knowledge on the battlefield from the veterans."

"No need." Rowan directly vetoed.

They themselves are veterans from the military camp, and they can easily clean and bandage wounds by themselves.

The cavalry captain Rowan said to Kant coldly: "We will leave immediately."

The cavalry behind him all looked at Kant indifferently. Even if he lowered his identity so much, he still did not give these cavalry the slightest favorable impression on his face.

Everyone understands why this battle started.

"Leave now?"

Kant frowned slightly and said helplessly: "This is indeed unexpected, you should rest here for a few days."

And the night in the Narun Desert is not a good time.

The low temperature of -20 ℃, if there is not enough warmth, can also threaten their lives.

"We don't need to rest, we will leave immediately after replenishing fresh water."

After wiping the blood on his face, Rowan's voice was not a discussion at all, but an affirmation.

He turned his head and scolded the cavalry behind him: "They are still in a daze? Go get some water bags and clothes from the carriage. After filling up with water, we will be ready to return. Be quick!"

"Understood!" The cavalrymen responded, and left at the same time.

The division of labor was clear, and they quickly brought their own tents and warm woolen sweaters on the carriage, as well as 5 extra water bladders per person, all of which filled the pond with water.

"Well, I wish you all to go back early and enjoy the pale beer in the tavern."

Kant shrugged helplessly: "At that time, you may still be able to show off about me and today's battle."

Rowan narrowed his eyes, the cavalry behind him looked indifferent.

No one cared about Kant's cold joke. They should be busy with themselves. When everything was ready, they immediately rode away without wanting to talk to Kant and say goodbye.

In their eyes, Kant was no different from a stranger.

"goodbye."

But Kant still waved goodbye, his face calm.

As a nobleman, a respected baron, he has learned how to be shameless at critical moments.

This is the standard of survival for the nobles.