The battle ended before noon.
The sun is hot.
The strong smell of blood is spreading with the high temperature.
Outside the city wall on the west side, the corpses of gnolls filled with arrows were everywhere, and the rags trampled by horseshoes, like torn sacks, were still scattered around the edge of the lake.
Layer upon layer, it was like a slaughterhouse for gnolls.
These are the bodies of nearly a thousand people.
The blood gathered into a creek, and flowed into the creek along the soil by the lake, so that the small lake, which should be called a pond, was dyed red, and even the through canal entered the agricultural area, infecting the reclaimed wheat fields There are layers of blood.
Everywhere was bright and seductive red, the blood that only gathered from countless wolf man corpses.
Cruel battlefield.
But at this time, there were no fighting troops.
Only the peasants from Swadia were holding their long-handled scythes tightly, making up the knives to the corpses of the wolf men on the ground. The sickle blades gleamed coldly and had been sharpened. , cut open the fragile throat together with the muscles, with white cervical vertebrae, extremely terrifying.
Now that you have fallen, you can die quietly, there is no need to stand up.
Because Lord Kant has issued an order.
The "Drehem" fortress doesn't need severely wounded people of any value. Sending them away and giving them a good time is the only thing these kind-hearted and simple-minded farmers can do.
Oh, right.
It is also necessary to salvage all the corpses floating in the lake.
These bloody Gnolls would not be left as a source of plague. They were chopped up with a long-handled sickle and buried in the fertile Achnatherum splendens. The microorganisms contained in them would quickly decompose these fragmentary corpses.
Just make sure you have enough water for irrigation.
One month later, more dense Achnatherum splendens will reappear on the grass beach of 5 acres of land.
The young leaves and stalks of Achnatherum splendens are the favorite green fodder for livestock.
But it is regrettable that the 5-acre date palm forest that was originally used as a spinning forest in the northern part of the agricultural area has been completely cut down at this time. There are wooden piles exposed on the barren sandy land. Nothing green.
It is difficult to cultivate a date palm forest of similar scale.
From seedlings to fruit-producing adult trees, it takes at least 5-10 years to grow up.
It is indeed a pity.
Not far away, all the infantry who were dispatched to escort the captives looked at the bare date palm forest with a bit of annoyance on their faces. When they were depressed, some people directly pulled out their scabbards and whipped those gnoll captives heavily. cheeks.
The scabbard made a muffled "bang bang" when it touched the cheek, and the arm was exerted force, and the lips were smashed in a few strokes.
What's more, even the fangs were directly pulled out.
There were 37 Swadian light infantrymen and 50 Swadian infantrymen. Although the number was only 87, the heavily armed elite mighty, but the gnolls who intimidated them dared not speak out, and lowered their heads obediently. They walked forward one by one.
These jackal captives had already tied their hands with flax rope.
In fact, there is no ability to resist.
The captives who were caught without a fight, but for nearly a month, did not have enough water or food.
Exhausted, to the point of collapse.
Probably not due to the patience talent of the wolf man, he would have died of starvation or thirst.
When Kant occupied the sentry oasis, wiped out the tribes, and filled the wells, these three desperate steps followed, and these low-level gnolls completely lost their supply places.
Although water can be replenished through other places.
They can also live by eating the corpses of their own species.
But thousands of jackals can persist until now, and they have definitely reached their limit.
Surrendering is not an option that is not an option in their stupid minds.
So they really surrendered.
Lying in pieces in the desert, exposing their soft stomachs and fragile throats, just like their own tribe, when they compete for a certain water source, the defeated tribe will show their submission in this way.
With luck, they will be incorporated into the winner's tribe.
With bad luck, it becomes food.
Gnolls have a wide range of recipes, including their living counterparts.
This is their law of survival.
But just outside the escort of these Swadian infantry, there are heavy cavalry on horses and full body armor watching them coldly, warning the group of gnolls who chose to become captives not to play any tricks.
Just half an hour ago.
On the battlefield, these heavy armored cavalry were like plow rakes, sweeping away these gnolls.
If they hadn't surrendered quickly enough, the number of these heavy cavalry would be seriously insufficient.
It is estimated that the corpses of gnolls under the hooves of the horses will cover the desert!
For the enemies who dared to invade the sentry oasis, these heavy cavalry had no possibility of keeping their hands back. With the two-handed iron staff and mace in their hands, they directly hit the back of the head fiercely.
Although it was a blunt blow, it turned into a fatal blow with the cracked skull.
There were also prisoners behind these heavy cavalry.
It's desert bandits.
They were escorting nearly 300 captives, but compared to the messy-haired Jackals around them, these neat-haired, shiny Jackals were obviously different.
Even the linen robes on his body are clean and tidy.
These were the captured High Gnolls, the pirate advance party that first came here from the Kingdom of Graymane.
But now they are indistinguishable from their humble, lowly gnoll brethren.
If any jackals and pirates were walking too slowly, the desert bandits on horseback would swing their scimitars and slash the heads or shoulders of the group of guys with the back of their knives, making them continue to move forward viciously.
There were also jackal pirates who glared at the beating desert robbers rebelliously.
It's just that this glare is not an admiration for his backbone.
It's the scabbard drawn again!
The light cavalry approached, found the wolf man who dared to look at him angrily, raised the scabbard and slammed it fiercely at the cheek, counting until the lips were cracked, blood was oozing from the mouth and nasal cavity, and even the teeth were bruised. Take out most of them before letting them go.
These desert robbers are not good people.
Those who dare to resist and want to break free from the ropes that bind their hands, respond to these brave men with the reversed scimitar, no longer the scabbard and the back of the knife, but a sharp blade.
From top to bottom, cut in two.
The head fell to the ground and turned over several times before the corpse fell to the ground with a clang, spasming out blood from its neck.
The eyes are dead.
Then it was stepped on by the powerful iron hooves of the desert horse, and it exploded like a watermelon.
For the wolves who had already surrendered, instead of arousing resistance, such a cruel method made the frightened and courageous captives become more careful, completely abandoned their inner bravery, and became soulless and only obeyed. The walking dead have become captives who are basically qualified at present.
Inside the executive hall.
Kant sat in his seat with a rather ugly expression on his face.
His fingers tapped the table quickly, and his mood was even worse. Even though the task had given a dialog box to complete the task, Kant was still in a depressed mood, and he didn't have the slightest idea of being happy.
[Ding... After your bloody struggle, you finally completed the task.]
[Temporary task: The dark tide is coming]
[Task Reward: 10000 Dinars]
[Introduction: First of all, congratulations on winning this battle, blocking the raging undercurrent like a solid reef. Can you think this is the end? No, mind you, this is the beginning! Dear lord, this is just the first wave, followed by even more terrifying waves. Don't be proud of this victory, be careful!]
System dialogs float on the retina.
Kant frowned slightly.
10,000 dinars is no longer a huge sum of money for him now.
It's an occasional little thing.
But even the entry of these dinars could not make up for the anger in his heart.
Thinking that in order to deal with the Greymane Kingdom's expeditionary force, he had erected walls to clear the entire sentry oasis, and even felled all the important date palm forests. The anxiety in his heart turned into anger burning in his eyes.
This is the worst decision he has ever made, and it can be called a stain on this life.
"Lord Kant."
The guard at the door entered the door and reported: "Knight Fatis, Mr. Manid asked to meet."
"Let them in," Kant replied.
The guard nodded and walked out.
As the wooden door was pushed open again, Fatis in cavalry chain mail and Manid in chain mail walked in at the same time, and saluted Kant respectfully: "My lord, we have won this battle."
"I already knew."
Kant's eyes were slightly gloomy, and he said lightly: "How is the result of the battle?"
"Still calculating." Fatis replied.
Manid shrugged his shoulders lightly, and said calmly: "All the captives have been escorted to the fortress, and the corpses of the killed enemies are being handled by the peasants. It may take a while to report back."
"Not bad." Kant nodded.
At this time, the dialog box on the retina suddenly refreshed.
New dialogs appear on Retina.
[Ding... Because of this battle, you won more with less and achieved impressive results.]
[Rating: Epic victory.]
[Gain reputation × 500 points.]
[Gain honor x 5 points.]
Kant narrowed his eyes slightly, which eased his mood a little.
Epic victory.
This assessment is indeed worthy of the name.
Before he could watch carefully, the dialog box from the system reappeared on the retina.
[Ding...Someone in your army can upgrade]
Soldiers have gained much-needed experience from the horrific battles.
That may be a little different.
Not a brutal fight.
But massacre!
The troops in the sentry oasis just slaughtered a group of beggars who were short of water and food, and gained enough experience to upgrade them. How could it be called tragic if there were no deaths on their own side
This battle is really easy.
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