Arrow towers and ramparts, Vekirian archers and Swadian crossbowmen stand ready to shoot.
The longbow was stretched into a full moon, the crossbow was stretched tight, and the iron diamond-shaped arrows of the feather arrows and crossbow arrows were already aimed at the city wall, opposite the 30-meter-wide small lake, all of them were kneeling on the shore, scrambling to get a drink. The lower gnolls of water.
The sound of splashing water, the roar of werewolves fighting for positions.
There was also the anxious hiss of not drinking water.
The noise outside the lake is like a vegetable market, but there is silence on the city walls and arrow towers.
All are waiting for orders.
Kant's order.
He stood on the top floor of the governing hall, but he moved from the north side to the west side. He stood behind the concave-convex arrow blocking wall, quietly watching those who had lost control and were scrambling for drinks regardless of the order of the formation. The lower gnolls of water.
Especially looking at the appearance of fighting each other with mace for drinking water, I still want to laugh.
"This is the enemy we are prepared for."
The corner of Kant's mouth curled up into a smile, which seemed to be mocking and disdainful.
But in the depths of his eyes, there was a winter-like indifference, which made him clenched his teeth tightly, and the voice seemed to come out from between his teeth: "This joke is too funny for people."
The faces of Fatis and Manid were also not good-looking.
Been busy for so many days.
Be careful for fear of making any mistakes.
Even the most important agricultural foundation at present, the date palm forest on the 5 mu of land, has been completely cut down.
Instead, it is now.
A group of low-level gnolls with no tactics at all knelt by the lake and gulped water. They didn't care about the crossbowman on the city wall in front of them. They only knew that they were so thirsty that they were about to smoke Throats, frantically filling their stomachs with lake water are their pursuit.
They are not troops at all, let alone soldiers.
They are simply a group of people who fled here and met humble beggars who wanted to live.
Ordering to shoot feels like a waste of arrows!
More low-level gnolls broke away from the already impetuous queue, and ran over in a hurry. They were stuffy in the lake water, gulping down the cold lake water, their stomachs so full that they were unwilling to give back to them. The Gnoll moved out of the way.
The physiological desire for water has made them lose their minds.
Selectively forget the current situation.
It was even more as if they couldn’t see the human crossbowmen who had bent their bows and set arrows on the city wall opposite the lake. They only knew who was hindering them from drinking water, so they smashed them hard with the mace in their hands. Former siblings.
Blood was flowing, and some jackals even fainted after being hit, and gradually lost their vitality under the stampede.
The smell of blood began to become stronger.
What's more exciting is the viciousness of those low-level wolf men who didn't have time to drink water.
The mace swung frantically. These jackals who were eager to drink water didn't care about the life and death of their companions around them. They only knew that if they fell, they could take a step forward to drink water and survive!
In just ten minutes, there was a crazy fight by the lake.
Those low-level gnolls red-eyed and regarded any of the same kind around them as enemies that hindered their survival.
"grown ups."
Fatis spoke slowly and said calmly, "This battle is over."
The same is true of Manid's face.
Nearly 500 jackals were killing each other crazily for drinking water. Even though there were crossbowmen above their heads shooting at any time, corpses were still being killed like enemies all over the field. In less than a few minutes, they had already Hundreds of gnolls fell in the cannibalistic melee, and the lake was stained red with blood.
Yes.
The battle is indeed over.
The expected tragic siege did not occur.
The well-prepared city defenses and the soldiers who are united are useless now.
It was like a joke.
They stood on the top of their city walls and arrow towers, watching the group of low-level wolf men killing each other below, and in the large army thousands of meters away, more and more wolf men, in order to drink water , He rushed over with the jackals in his hands, and fought again with the jackals who were still standing. There were corpses and blood everywhere on the shore.
They are all murderers, just like blood feuds from generation to generation.
Kant watched all this with cold eyes.
With a cold snort in his nasal cavity, he waved forward and said, "Shoot all of them."
He feels a little tired.
There is no need to continue reading now. This group of low-level gnolls have lost the ability to attack the city. Even if they use the tactics of ant-poaching, they can pile up the 7-meter-high city wall with corpses and climb into the attic.
Cannibalism has already consumed all the remaining trust of this group of low-level wolf men.
"Shoot all!"
The messengers yelled, conveying Kant's order.
The Ravenston rangers stationed at the top of the governing hall reacted the fastest.
He directly raised the heavy bow in his hand, stood condescending on the top of the governing hall, each aimed at his preset target, and mercilessly fired a round of volleys at the jackals who were still fighting each other by the lake.
The sound of the arrow rain "swish" piercing through the air can be heard endlessly.
The crossbowmen on the city walls and arrow towers were also ordered to pull the trigger or let go of the tensed bowstring.
The rain of arrows poured down like a waterfall.
There are long mournful groans as the air is torn apart by the arrows.
"Puff puff puff puff puff—"
Arrows into the flesh.
The jackals who were still killing each other with red eyes by the lake fell down in unison in an instant.
Before these gnolls could react, the faster-firing archers bent their bows and set arrows again, and shot another rain of arrows in unison, nailing those gnolls who hadn't fallen down like hedgehogs. dense.
With a shooting distance of less than 30 meters, there is almost no need to aim too much.
The power of feather arrows and crossbow arrows is also at its strongest.
These low-level gnolls didn't wear armor, they were all tattered linen robes and animal skins. At such a short distance, even the bones could be pierced, let alone the skin and muscles.
The howl suddenly sounded.
These jackals finally reacted.
Looking in horror at the human crossbowmen on the city walls and arrow towers, they began to retreat uncontrollably.
But at this time the Swadian crossbowmen pulled the trigger again.
The heavy crossbow arrows arrived in an instant.
The back of the slow-running wolf man was nailed through. If he was unlucky, he directly pierced his lungs. As he ran, blood foamed from his mouth. His legs softened and he fell to his knees on the ground. Out of breath, the pupils are dilated.
Low-level gnolls cannot be called Kant's opponents at all.
"Fatis."
Kant's face was calm, and he ordered: "Lead all the heavy cavalry and prepare to attack."
"Understood." Fatis nodded.
Without hesitation, he turned around and left, quickly walked out of the governing hall, summoned the heavy cavalry unit under his command, and followed the opening of the south gate, stepping on the horseshoe and stepping into the soft sand.
Behind Fatis, there was also a Swadian heavy cavalry holding the [Position to Deter the Enemy].
A golden lion with a red background fluttered in the wind behind him, also setting off the half-sized palm on his chest, and the [Medal of the Knights of the Lion], which was also a golden lion with a red background, became more conspicuous.
With the addition of two strange objects, Fatis is full of confidence.
This is why Kant asked him to lead the heavy cavalry to attack.
... ... ...
In the distance, the 300 Gnoll pirates had been frightened into despair by the dense arrow rain, and their actions to prevent the troops from disintegrating had subconsciously slowed down a lot.
They are not stupid lowly gnolls.
Which one of them from the coast of Mannheim didn't make a name for themselves in the Sea of Stars.
Look at the human crossbowmen on the city wall.
The despair in their hearts became more and more intense.
Even if the Greymane Kingdom is preparing to set off at the back, the gnoll expeditionary force carrying siege equipment, facing this fortress, it is estimated that it will cost a certain amount of money to gnaw it down. With their 300 people and more than 3000 people, they don't have much wisdom. The low-level gnolls, even if they rushed to the sea of corpses and blood, they probably wouldn't be able to conquer this fortress.
Look at those who kill each other just to drink water, they have no confidence at all.
They are equally thirsty.
There was also smoke in his throat.
But reason can make them understand that now they are killing each other, and the final result is death.
"We can't stay here any longer."
The pirate leader of the Gnoll spoke with determination in his eyes.
Turning to look at the pirate subordinates who have been with him for more than ten years, he slowly took half a step back: "Let's go, these natives in the desert, we can no longer control them."
The low-level gnolls were all looking at the city wall in fear, and some even started to run away.
The seemingly huge army was on the verge of collapse in an instant.
But this is not the army either.
The pirate leader saw clearly now, even though smoke was coming from his throat and the thirst in his stomach made him weak, but his head still told him that the most important thing to do now was to leave here.
Stay away from the sentry oasis, and the human troops in that fortress.
Or rather, run away.
Tormented by thirst and hunger, they are powerless to fight.
What's more, the group of cannon fodder I brought has lost control, and the appearance of killing each other just now has also given them a warning.
"Listen to your arrangement, my lord!"
The pirates nodded.
So he gradually backed away, not caring about the low-level gnolls around him.
For them, these inferior ethnic groups can't even speak the complete language of the wolf man, and they can't be regarded as the same kind at all. They are just a group of similar-looking beasts. It is the right choice to use them as cannon fodder, but it is definitely impossible to be compatriots.
As the Gnoll pirates left, the low-level Gnolls who had lost their command were at a loss.
More and more low-level gnolls began to flee.
But many wolf men gathered together, looking at the shimmering lake under the city wall not far away, their eyes were full of desire for drinking water, and they had lost their minds.
Just leave like this, these lowly wolf men are not reconciled.
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