Kant stood on the city wall with a calm face.
When Fatis led the cavalry to charge on the flanks and rushed directly towards the phalanx of the jackals, the curtain had already been drawn, announcing the end of the battle.
At the forefront are the Swadian knights.
Ten knights wearing double-layered heavy chain armor rode the most sturdy armored horses on their crotches, raised their heavy-duty cone-headed lances with thick arms, and easily pierced the bodies of those gnolls, chaining them together. into a gourd.
And by virtue of the inertia of the war horse, it roared and continued to rush towards the depths of the formation.
The Swadian knights are always at the forefront.
They are sharp, and on both sides are the top heavy riding horse Muruk from Salander.
The same fury of riding a horse, the strength of the charge is second only to the Swadian knights, and the two-handed iron staff swung with the speed of the horse, any wolf man that came into contact with it would have its muscles and bones shattered, and it would vomit blood and fall back. .
There were no obvious scars on the wound, but even the bones had been shattered and completely dented.
The gnolls fell in pieces.
And more Swadian heavy cavalry still followed behind on horseback.
Even the Salander rider behind him was galloping, charging into the enemy's formation with a spear in his hand.
There are also elite desert bandits who are light cavalry. Those desert bandits are all charging with their spears. Although the melee combat effect is poor, they can still kill the enemy with a machete.
What's more, the heavy cavalry in front have completely torn the enemy line apart.
All the cavalry are riding forward.
The horseshoes stomped heavily on the gnoll formation, hitting those gnolls who had no time to dodge, and following the swing of the knight's sword, scimitar, and mace, each gnoll groaned and fell to the ground in despair.
To break the surface.
All the troops rushed in frantically, and the center blossomed, completely crushing the Wolf man's resistance.
In fact, these jackals did not resist.
When Fatis led the cavalry directly to smash the phalanx of the gnolls, those exhausted gnolls began to break up. Without organizing an effective counterattack, they were completely trampled under the hooves of the horses, or were killed by the melee weapons of the cavalry. , One after another, they turned into corpses after hitting their heads hard.
Even the formation was directly penetrated by the cavalry from south to north.
Even when Fatis turned his horse's head, although the cavalry around him were wounded, none of them were killed.
The resistance received was extremely weak.
Even though those gnolls pierced their chests with spears and slashed with machetes, they still didn't raise their battle axes. They just stared blankly at their companions around them, being slaughtered, being slaughtered, at a loss, just waiting blankly.
They have lost the ability to fight on.
Morale collapsed to the extreme.
Physical strength is completely exhausted.
No one howled in encouragement, because they no longer wanted to continue fighting, and even the madness in their eyes before had completely disappeared. Looking at the cruel battlefield full of chaos, they finally bowed their heads in dejection and gave up resistance completely.
Even the most basic formation to meet the enemy has not been rearranged.
Kant narrowed his eyes slightly.
He saw clearly on the city wall, his breathing changed from tense and rapid to now calm, and he waved and said: "Everyone, stop shooting, stop attacking."
"Yes!" The messengers responded.
Then immediately turned away.
Stepping on the corpses all over the ground, passing through the blood-stained city walls and attics, conveying the lord's order.
The battlefield stopped.
The rain of arrows, which was still dense at first, also stopped shooting instantly at this moment.
Even Fatis and the others outside the city wall have been told by the messengers that the order to stop the attack is just waiting for orders in the desert flats on the north side, holding up the spears and spears in their hands, and looking indifferently at those who are standing slumped on the city wall. In addition, he is like a wolf man who has lost his soul and is like a walking corpse.
"The battle is over." Kant said: "There is no need to continue to attack."
Those jackals have lost the will to resist.
And for Kant, they are captives, wonderful dinars!
Living dinar.
Jocelyn, the caravan leader who was still waiting in the "Drehem" fortress with his guards and sentries to help defend the governing hall, could buy these high-level gnolls for 50 dinars each.
Kant would not think that he is now rich enough to ignore this huge sum of money.
So many high-level gnolls are ready captives.
And the dead Gnoll...
But there is no value at all, just a pile of corpses that are disgusting to clean up!
... ... ...
Kant's order to take prisoners was also transmitted.
This task is undoubtedly the job of the cavalry outside, and these cavalry who have just entered the battlefield and completely defeated the psychological defense of these gnolls are very happy.
There is nothing better to enjoy the beauty of being a victor than to capture your enemies after you have defeated them.
"Put down your weapons, surrender and avoid death!"
"Put down your weapons, surrender and avoid death!"
"Put down your weapons, surrender and avoid death!"
Fatis did not continue to give the order to charge again, and the unscathed cavalry circled the battlefield to surround the gnolls, and anyone who tried to escape would be slaughtered by them.
And the nimble light cavalry of the desert bandits, with their scimitars in their hands, swept their wings quickly around, shouting loudly to persuade them to surrender, but looking at the flickering scimitars, they should be more threatening.
But it's the same for those Jackals who have completely lost their fighting spirit and hope.
Confused, what they need may be an excuse.
"Bang bang bang bang..."
The two-handed battle ax fell to the sand under his feet.
All these jackals fell to their knees. There was no madness in their bewildered eyes, only the bewilderment of the future and the deepest despair, so deep that these jackals who were once invincible on the coast of Mannheim did not have the slightest desire to resist. thought.
He just knelt down on the battlefield full of the corpses of his comrades, and the sand was already stained red with blood.
It's so bright red that it's an eyesore.
The closer to the city wall, the thicker the blood and the more corpses.
There are also those two corpse stairs that are still burning, releasing billowing scorched black smoke, which shows the cruelty of this battle and how amazing the madness of those wolf men was when they were in a desperate situation.
Even one's own life can be given up without taking it seriously.
Even if you are trampled to death, smashed to death, or burned to death, you have to become a stepping stone for your companions behind you.
Just watch it now.
This casualty of self-giving seems somewhat comical.
Because all the surviving Gnolls chose to surrender, using the most shameful method of the army, surrendering to their enemies without any conditions, in order to survive and not die on the battlefield.
"Manid."
Kant turned his head and said calmly: "You are in charge of handling the prisoners, you should be the best at it."
After a pause, he reminded at the same time: "Tell Fatis to let him clean the battlefield, and I will notify Jocelyn to come and help you later. After you have finished handling your own affairs, remember to come to the governing hall to report the results to me."
"Understood." Manid nodded immediately.
"Okay." Kant also nodded, turned and left.
Let's explain things.
The two can handle it well.
"Master Kant!" Leaving the city wall, the city gate was covered in blood, and the wounded Swadian infantry hurriedly stood up straight to salute Kant, and at the same time quickly sent out 10 infantry to follow him and continue to act as guards.
"Yeah." Kant nodded.
Although his face was calm, there was a gloomy look in his eyes.
Originally, there were less than 20 of his own 50 Swadian infantrymen, and everyone was injured.
Even for the 10 infantrymen who were assigned to serve as guards, their equipment was no longer as heroic as before. There were cut marks on the fan-shaped shield, the outer iron-inlaid leather armor was torn, and the chain armor inside was cut to pieces.
Blood oozed red to the torn linen robe.
When those crazy gnolls broke down the gates, it was these fifty Swadian infantry who went up to them.
In just a short while, 30 people were killed. If hundreds of Swadian militiamen hadn't come to help defend, it is estimated that these infantry would have been beaten and wiped out, even if the city gate was broken through.
Those crazy wolf man warriors are definitely not comparable to low-level wolf men.
Even in Kant's view.
These high-level gnolls from the coast of Mannheim, who have been taught combat skills and have fought on the battlefield, can be called level 5 arms, and they need Swadian sergeants who belong to the same level 5 arms to resist.
The combat power bonus of racial advantage is really too terrifying.
After all, the height and weight of human beings, as well as their own strength, are no match for these high-level gnolls!
"Pay attention to rest after cleaning the battlefield."
Kant told the infantry and militiamen at the city gate to turn around and continue walking towards the governing hall.
The corpses of the dead had been collected and placed neatly beside the city gate. At the same time, the militiamen cooperated with each other to lift the corpses of more crossbowmen from the city wall. Towels to wipe their bloody faces and pay them a final respect.
It is an honorable death to die in defense of one's homeland.
"My lord."
Those strong peasant women came over, wanting to help Kant.
But Kant frowned and said, "No need."
These peasant women retreated shyly, with a bit of shyness on their fleshy faces: "My lord, the way you lead the troops to guard the fort bravely is like a legendary hero."
"Hehe." Kant just chuckled without answering.
Seeing these peasant women still holding pitchforks and kitchen knives, he calmly ordered: "Now go prepare lunch, it's almost noon, and our soldiers haven't even had time to eat breakfast."
"Yes, my lord." The peasant women nodded.
They are not good at combat, but in life, they can still handle it very well.
Kant returned to the executive hall.
It didn't take too long for the aroma of cooking food to appear, and lunch was being prepared. It was an accelerated type, which could quickly replenish the stamina consumed during the war.
Supplies in the sentry oasis can be quite sufficient.
PS: I came back late today, so I will update it for now, and I will make it up on 5th tomorrow. Do what you say, if you can't do this book, you will be directly eunuch.
(end of this chapter)