Gnolls are the most common humanoid race in the Nalun Desert.
It used to be a scale, crossing the Sangwaya Mountains from the Nalun Desert, taking advantage of the long-term war between the Lion Principality and other principalities, and invading the land on the northern border, it has been a disaster for nearly three years.
Like a nasty ulcer, there is a tendency to continue to spread further into the center.
That's why, after the Principality of Lions ended its war with other principalities, it immediately began to suppress the wolf man.
The purge lasted for a year.
Invading the Lion Principality, like a tribe of wolf men who came to heaven, was quickly defeated.
Without excellent weapons and armor, the wolf tribe is no match for human troops.
On the battlefield, the Gnoll was easily strangled by the proud cavalry of the Lion Principality.
It is said that the severed heads of jackals were planted on both sides of the road ten years ago.
However, the brutal suppression had completely turned into a massacre. From the northern border of the Lion Principality to the entire southern part of the Nalun Desert, the major large-scale wolf man tribes were almost completely slaughtered.
The surviving Gnoll tribe also chose to migrate to the northern desert in fear.
But there are also scattered gnolls.
There are even many wolf man tribes in the Sanwaya Mountains, because several villages on the northern border of the Lion Principality are attacked by wolf men from time to time.
As for the southern part of the Nalun Desert, after ten years of recuperation, it is estimated that there are more wolf tribes!
"There's no turning back."
Kant pursed his chapped lips, with a resolute look on his face.
Come here, then he will build his own village here, with the "Kingdom of Swadia" in the system as his golden finger, he definitely does not have nothing.
The sand dunes referred to in advance are just ahead, which is the default point for their camp.
They were to pitch their tents in the shade of the dunes.
"Boys, get busy!"
The command of the cavalry is still in Luo Wen's hands, and he also made arrangements for himself: "Go and search the surroundings carefully, I don't want to be gnawed off by jackals or wild beasts when I fall asleep!"
Following his order, 20 cavalrymen were thrown out immediately.
However, some people didn't take it seriously. It had been 6 days and they hadn't seen the wolf man yet.
So these cavalrymen didn't search very carefully. After confirming that there was nothing unusual about the sand dune, they all came back, eager to set up their tents and take a good rest.
"Pitch up a tent."
Kant also arranged for the peasants to act.
There are camping supplies in the three carriages, including more than a dozen tents, wooden sticks and flax ropes for support.
Some farmers are taking out their long sickles and quickly digging up the sand, piling up all the 30 centimeters of yellow sand on the surface, exposing the cooler sand layer below.
This is a little trick in the desert, lying in it can effectively avoid the scorching heat.
It is also the skill of the wolf man to survive in the desert, which was learned by the soldiers of the Lion Principality ten years ago, and was recorded by scholars in their books after the war.
Before Kant left, he specifically consulted various books in the Nalun Desert.
20 tents were quickly set up at the bunker, with wooden sticks as the skeleton and long linen ropes fixed, allowing all 51 people to rest in it, including the 27 horses.
"I'll leave the rest to you, Rowan."
Standing in front of his exclusive small tent, Kant also breathed a sigh of relief.
After basically finishing their work, Rowan nodded in response and said, "Of course, Lord Baron."
The next job is to feed the horses with water. At the same time, assign people to start making lunch and distribute everyone's drinking water for the next half day. Although it is easy, it can't be sloppy. Rowan, who has a calm personality, is the best choice.
The tent blocks the sun, and the shallow pit brings the coolness of the earth.
Kant spread the linen mat underneath and lay down in it, as if the hard journey along the way seemed to dissipate.
"Perhaps a light beer at this time would be the best."
Kant closed his eyes and couldn't help sighing softly: "I just don't know when I can enjoy it in the future."
He's in a rags-to-riches situation.
Light beer is basically a luxury, and it is impossible to enjoy it, because no caravan will come to the sentry oasis to provide these supposedly cheap drinks to his fief.
This is the Nalun Desert.
A barren land where no humans will appear at all!
Shaking his head, Kant didn't think much about it.
However, his nose sniffed slightly, and the smell of food came from outside the tent.
It was also lunch time, but just as Kant was about to squat in the shallow pit for a while, the familiar system beep woke him up.
At the same time, a dialog box appeared on the retina.
[Ding...Temporary task release]
[Temporary mission: Gnoll's sneak attack]
[Reward: Date palm tree × 20 (full fruit period)]
[Introduction: The aroma of cooking has attracted a group of gnolls with a keen sense of smell, and you need to defeat them.]
Kant stood up directly in the shallow pit.
His face was a little solemn, because this is a temporary task of the system, and it will be released from time to time and from time to time.
But this temporary task of the system just proved one thing.
That is, around the sand dunes where they camped, there was a group of jackals who did not know the exact number lurking, and they had already spotted them and were about to launch a surprise attack on them!
"Careless."
Kant was also a little helpless towards the cavalry, but without command authority, he couldn't order them at all.
Walking out of the tent quickly, there are more than a dozen farmers preparing lunch outside.
As for the cavalry sent by the Principality of Lions to protect them, they were all huddled in their tents and bunkers, and there were no sentinels, and their defenses were quite lax.
Kant frowned on this.
If it wasn't for the system prompt, it is estimated that those jackals would not have been found near the tent!
No fuss.
Kant came to the carriage and found his own box.
Inside is a fixed light crossbow and matching quiver, neatly stacking 20 relatively thick and short iron crossbow arrows.
The Gnoll had to be discovered by himself, because Kant couldn't explain how he knew that the Gnoll was about to attack. Although he could be regarded as a half-scholar, he was definitely not a magician with mysterious powers.
With three Swadian farmers, they walked quickly towards the top of the dunes where they camped.
Squatting carefully, Kant scanned his surroundings.
"There, I found them."
A farmer's voice sounded, pressing his throat and pointing to the north: "Look, there are a lot of gnolls!"
"Yeah." Kant nodded.
Just to the north of the sand dunes, on the sand dunes more than 700 meters away, about 50 wolf men in tattered clothes were quietly touching them, crouching down, as if they were hunting.
But this is indeed hunting. Those ferocious wolf men have human flesh in their recipes.
"Stand back, wake everyone up, and prepare to fight."
Kant squatted and stepped back. Although his face was solemn, he was much more relaxed.
From the looks of it, more than 50 Jackals seemed to be a lot in number, equal to the number of their team.
But in reality, it doesn't pose much of a threat.
In the tent under the sand dunes, the 20 cavalrymen from the Lion Principality who were still resting could easily kill all these gnolls, and their own losses would definitely not be too great.
Well-trained cavalry, dealing with these primitive humanoid races is simply not too simple.
Quickly running down the sand dunes, Kant held his light crossbow and said in a deep voice: "Captain Rowan, we are in trouble, it is best to let everyone come out and prepare for battle, there will be more than 50 jackals who will sneak attack on us in a short while." camp."
"Gnoll?"
Captain Rowan's voice was a little startled.
At the same time, the 20 cavalrymen in the tent quickly ran out with their weapons in hand, their faces solemn. But when they scanned the surrounding sand dunes, they found nothing unusual.
But Rowan didn't question it, instead he asked Kant: "Lord Baron, where are they?"
"There, it's coming soon." Kant pointed to the north of the sand dunes.
"Get on your horse and get ready to fight."
Rowan gritted his teeth, glared at the cavalrymen behind him, and said harshly, "Damn it, you cleaned everyone's boots for four nights and scouted around, but you didn't even find so many gnolls."
The four cavalrymen looked ugly, but did not refute.
In fact, this was their mistake, because the four of them were responsible for scouting the northern cavalry.
"Lord Baron, I'm sorry about this matter, but we will defeat those gnolls."
Luo Wen led all the cavalry on their horses, holding their spears and swords tightly, and said solemnly to Kant: "We are all dispatched, there may be no way to protect you here, please be more careful."
"Don't worry." Kant nodded.
These cavalry were not used for defense. They would take the initiative to attack and defeat those gnolls head-on.
Once the sneak attack is discovered, it has no effect at all.
Watching the 20 cavalrymen, led by Rowan, ride their horses quickly around the dunes and rush towards the north, Kant also commanded: "Everyone, prepare for battle and follow me."
"clear!"
The 30 Swadian farmers answered in unison.
Although their main job is to work in the fields, they are no strangers to fighting.
The specially modified sickle head was inserted on a two-meter-long wooden stick to form a long-handled sickle like a war halberd, which can be poked or chopped. Although it is a bit awkward, it is still a lethal self-defense weapon.
What's more, 30 Swadian farmers held long-handled sickles and formed two rows of phalanxes.
"After this battle, someone should upgrade."
Kant took the Swadian peasants to the top of the dunes.
And just over 200 meters away, 20 cavalrymen from the Principality of Lions, holding spears more than two meters long, roared and rode their horses, launching a fearless charge against the more than 50 messy jackals.
"Long live the Lion Principality!"
The cavalry shouted their slogans, and the horses under their crotches were also galloping rapidly.
Although the gravel limited their absolute speed, the charge of these cavalry still made the jackals at a loss.
In the Nalun Desert, these gnoll tribes are the kings, so they dared to touch the fragrant place here without fear, although they didn't know who the enemy they encountered was.
But when they saw that it was human cavalry rushing down the sand dune, all the jackals started to flee in panic.
The massacre ten years ago has always been in their heads.
(end of this chapter)