This is an extremely brutal battle.
A desperate battle broke out between races for living space.
Nearly 500 Jackals gradually approached, their beast-like heads carried an anthropomorphic murderous intent.
This sentry oasis is the place where their ancestors have thrived for generations, but now it is occupied by humans, which is equivalent to taking away their hometown and occupying their land.
This is an irreconcilable contradiction.
Any race that wants to survive in this desert must expel and massacre the race that previously occupied the desert oasis.
Kant wanted to survive, so he had to exterminate these gnolls.
Dherim wanted to develop, so he had to let these gnolls die.
It's that simple.
The law of the forest is annexation, and the law of the desert is extinction.
Look at the Middle East on the earth, the two river basins surrounded by deserts, no matter how many splendid civilizations have been created, once they decline and are occupied by other nations and civilizations, they will completely disappear in the long river of history, cutting off civilizations and nations Inheritance, only a few historical relics are left, which still prove their existence.
Therefore, Kant will not show mercy. In essence, he belongs to the aggressor.
That's where things come in.
Not to back down!
The jackals were still lurking forward, and more than 500 people were crushed into pieces, which brought these ignorant and cruel primitive races a fanatical self-confidence from the heart.
Superiority in numbers brings self-confidence, and the complacency of being undetected while lurking.
But these gnolls never thought that they were still exposed. The humans who were still sleeping soundly were waiting for work at this time. When they approached, they blatantly tore off their disguise and launched a fierce counterattack against them!
The counterattack was effective.
These jackals were almost caught off guard.
The Gnoll warriors at the front could only stare in astonishment with their green eyes, watching the row of sharp spears coming towards them, and then felt severe pain in their abdomen, and they were directly thrown to the ground by the sharp spears.
In vain, he widened his eyes and opened his mouth full of sharp teeth.
Howling in a low voice, with misery and despair, he fell to the ground and completely lost his life.
Because the 2-meter-long spear had left deep and irreparable damage in their bodies, and the mace in the hands of these jackals could not cause harm to the humans at the end of the spear.
Under the bright moonlight, the spearheads that were shining coldly were all dyed red.
These 30 Swadian infantry armed with spears are the main force of this battle!
The iron spearhead carefully crafted by the blacksmith easily pierced into the wolf man's body. With the slight twist of the hand holding the spear, it caused the internal organs to tear and hemorrhage, and then quickly pulled out, and then stabbed hard again.
Blood was splashing, and the strong smell of blood began to permeate the cold desert.
The spear phalanx was originally the infantry tactics of the Kingdom of Swadia.
As the continent of Calradia, once the strongest old kingdom, when the southwest mountain rebellion had not occurred in Swadia, the mountain people from the Rhodok Mountains were the best candidates to form the spear phalanx to maintain the front.
But even without the stony Rhodoks, these Swadians could still form a phalanx of spears.
With his skillful training skills, he stabbed those jackals to pieces!
"Long live Swadia!"
Kant was shouting, and at the same time, the sharp blade cut the throat of the Gnoll who fell to the ground but was not yet dead.
He's lifting everyone's morale.
Because on the battlefield, there is no sound comparable to the lord's encouragement, which means that they are still fighting with their lord, and there are enough comrades beside them to fight with them.
This proves that they are not defeated yet.
"Long live!"
The peasants of Swadia also shouted.
Following closely on both sides of these infantrymen, the long-handled sickles transformed from agricultural tools slashed like flying knives and halberds, leaving bloody wounds on those jackals who had never been equipped with armor. .
At the moment of close combat, at least 30 wolf men were killed.
However, Kant and his infantry were not complacent, and they still moved forward firmly.
They also suffered casualties.
"No, save me...uh..."
On both sides, the screams of Swadian farmers appeared.
Someone was approached by a wolf man, and the mace full of iron nails was smashed down heavily. These peasants who were also not wearing armor could only use their own bodies to resist.
The consequences were dire.
"Hmm... help me..."
Another person was knocked to the ground by the jackal's mace, and the wound was bloody and bloody from the nails.
But what is more, is the blunt injury caused by the mace's own weight, which has already hurt the bones of these farmers, but they don't need to worry about subsequent injuries, because the next Jackal has already used his fangs. tore their throats.
Seven Swadian farmers collapsed, completely lifeless.
"Hold on, hold on!"
Kant's eyes were red. These farmers are his capital, and it is a pity that they are all wasted here.
But these casualties can still be borne by him.
Gritting his teeth, Kant said loudly: "Keep a tight formation and move forward."
"Yes!" Beside him, the infantrymen holding spears echoed loudly.
Although the peasants suffered losses, the main force of these battles still firmly controlled the whole field.
They haven't been damaged yet.
On the contrary, just in front of the advancing spear phalanx, the jackals no longer dared to continue fighting recklessly, and after leaving behind more than 20 corpses, they began to spread out to both sides.
These jackals knew that without armor and shields, they couldn't get through the front of the spear phalanx!
But even if they went to the two sides, those peasants were still gritting their teeth and slashing fiercely with their long-handled sickles.
For their own homes.
for their own village.
For their own kingdom.
These Swadian farmers are also desperate!
They also had to work hard!
The fierce counterattack will stun these jackals. This is the opportunity that Kant expected. Only by relying on the huge casualties in a short period of time to make these jackals feel chilly and lose their morale to continue fighting is the key to their victory.
A man's courage is not constant.
These flesh-and-blood jackals are not fearless.
They are also afraid.
The sudden counterattack made these stunned jackals unable to react at all. Looking at their companions who were stabbed to the ground in front of them, those lucky ones who escaped from the tribe before seemed to recall the fear of last night.
The sound of horseshoes, shouts, fighting, the sound of the long sword cutting across the neck, and the sound of blood gushing.
All with great fear.
"Da da... da da... da da..."
And those jackals backed away in horror, and the rough maces made of wood and iron nails in their hands fell to the ground subconsciously, but they still didn't know it, as if they were about to see the most terrifying thing.
Yes, this is the sound of hooves.
The scariest sound when they ran away in the desert last night!
"kill!"
Several shouts appeared, and in the darkness, 6 cavalrymen who roared appeared out of nowhere.
At the same time, there are heavy short javelins.
"Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo—"
The air was torn apart, and the sharp short javelins swept over a distance of more than ten meters, nailing the six Jackals who couldn't dodge to death.
Then came the 6 of them holding their spears, hitting the messy formation of gnolls from the side like falling from the sky, the huge inertia knocked a few unlucky ghosts into the air, and the sharp spears The spear pierced through several gnolls fiercely, nailing them to the sand, writhing in pain, but couldn't do anything.
It is Kant's only cavalry, and the desert bandits are here!
"Long live Swadia!"
The appearance of these six desert robbers made the infantry around Kant extremely excited and cheered with high morale.
The spear in his hand was already covered with blood, and the corpses of the wolf man in front of him had covered the ground.
"Just now."
Kant looked at the wavering gnolls with a solemn face.
He understood that because of the appearance of the cavalry, these jackals were associated with yesterday's raid and the tragic death of their comrades, so their morale began to drop, and they even wanted to escape.
Once the troops that have experienced heavy losses face the same heavy losses again in a short period of time, their morale will collapse very quickly.
Those gnolls are like this now.
More than 100 wolf men retreated in horror. At night, they also didn't know if there were other cavalry hidden somewhere, so they all retreated quickly, even throwing away the mace in their hands. He just fell into panic and didn't have the courage to continue fighting.
Even the other wolf men who were mobilized backed away in horror.
Panic and demoralization can spread.
Hundreds of wolf man corpses were left in the desert, but more of those wolf men chose to flee.
The battle ended quickly.
"Stop chasing, come back."
Kant's order was issued, and the request of the desert robbers who wanted to ride their horses to pursue was not allowed.
He only has these 6 desert robbers.
Even if one person is lost, it is a huge loss. What's more, these desert bandits are only light cavalry capable of assaulting. Compared with the well-trained Lion Principality cavalry wearing chain mail, their defensive capabilities are obviously less.
Standing on the edge of the oasis, Kant watched the Gnoll disappear among the dunes, and part of the solemnity on his face dissipated.
He won.
Shaking his head, he said, "Clean the battlefield."
At the same time, Kant looked up at the farmers next to him, each with a sad face, and exhaled heavily: "Remember to count the war damage, and hand it over to me when it's done."
"Understood." A desert bandit nodded, which meant he accepted the task.
Kant stood where he was, and a data frame appeared on his retina.
But his face was extremely embarrassing, he couldn't help clenching his fists, and said: "It's a fluke."
(end of this chapter)