After fighting, the already hot and sweaty cavalry walked down the sand dunes.
The farmers and recruits in Swadia also headed towards the temporary camp under the sand dunes, where they still had their unfinished lunches and new tedious tasks.
But on the sand dunes, Kant was still standing under the scorching sun.
He was gazing at the sentry oasis on the horizon, his fiefdom, a place with fresh water.
"Some, troublesome."
Kant exhaled slowly, his eyes were serious.
Sweeping across the side of the sand dunes, the corpses of those wolf men that no one restrained, these despicable creatures that have died, still brought him strong psychological pressure.
Spotted gnolls so close to Sentry Oasis.
The consequences are self-evident.
Kant couldn't help but bowed his head and smiled wryly: "If you think about it, you will know that the sentry oasis cannot be barren all the time."
The purge of the Lion Principality ten years ago was only short-lived, and those gnoll tribes came back and occupied the sentry oasis again.
And judging from the more than 50 jackals they killed.
The number of the wolf man tribe that reoccupied the sentry oasis will definitely not be less than 300, and the number of wolf men in the entire tribe will be even more.
"what to do?"
Thinking of this, Kant felt a little pain in his head.
[Ding...Temporary task release]
[Temporary task: Destroy the wolf man tribe]
[Reward: Desert Bandit Stronghold x 1]
[Introduction: The Sentinel Oasis is the pearl in the southern part of the Nalun Desert, but now there is a tribe of gnolls. These ferocious races have polluted the beauty of the oasis. As the future lord of the Nalun Desert, you need to destroy them.]
Just when he didn't know what to do, the system prompt sound appeared.
On Retina, the system dialog has also appeared, which is a temporary task from the system release.
"Destroy...the Gnoll tribe?"
Kant repeated the mission requirements silently, but there was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.
Even if there is no system task, he still wants to kill the gnoll tribe occupying the sentry oasis.
After all, in the southern part of the Nalun Desert, the sentry oasis is basically the only oasis, and it is the only place with water sources. If this area cannot be captured in a short period of time, what awaits Kant is a miserable retreat.
According to the fresh water reserves that have reached the red line, it is still unclear whether they can return to the Principality of Lions alive.
In fact, even if he goes back, it is still a question of whether Kant, the embarrassing young son of the duke, can continue to live in peace.
There are many people who don't want him to go back, it's better to die in the desert.
Kant couldn't help gritting his teeth, but he could only walk down the sand dune silently.
A tribe of wolf men with at least 300 people is definitely dangerous for people like them.
If one is not observed, the entire army may even be wiped out.
In the battle just now, 50 gnolls were killed by them. The reason was that the system first gave Kant a reminder. With the help of the opponent's sneak attack, they caught these gnolls by surprise!
What's more, the 20 cavalry of the Principality of Lions are originally elite troops.
If they fought desperately, even a tribe of gnolls with 300 people would have to suffer heavy losses to wipe them out.
"Maybe you can try."
Kant raised his head and looked at the shadowy shadows in the tent.
His eyes narrowed involuntarily.
Whether or not the sentry oasis can be captured does not actually depend on these young Swadian recruits who have just upgraded.
It's these 20 cavalry from the Principality of Lions!
"I know you will never agree, but I'm sorry, I can't help it."
Kant's face was calm, and he already had a plan in mind.
Yes, these cavalry are loyal to Cameron, the Duke of the Lion, and they only have blood respect for Kant. In terms of actual combat command, they still have the final say.
But Kant understood that since he couldn't command these cavalrymen to go all out, he had to use reality to force these cavalrymen to go all out on their own!
In the Nalun Desert, there is only one reason to go all out.
-water.
Without this thing, they couldn't help but not work hard.
"Don't blame me." Kant was calm, but a trace of indifference flashed deep in his eyes.
There is no trust between people.
Kant was supposed to walk towards the tent, but instead turned a corner and walked towards the carriage.
The surrounding Swadian farmers are busy.
The cavalrymen of the Lion Principality in the tent were also laughing happily, as if they were telling some joke.
No one noticed him.
In other words, no outsiders noticed him.
"grown ups."
Watching the wagon cargo were two Swadian peasants.
"Quiet." Kant raised his hand, motioning them to silence.
Immediately afterwards, he opened the bottom plugs of all the water storage barrels on the carriage.
"Gudong Gudong..."
The clear fresh water was quickly sprinkled on the gravel ground along the small mouth. Within a few minutes, the wooden barrels on the entire water storage carriage were all empty, and there was not much water left, which completely added a bit of humidity to this barren desert. meaning.
"We've run out of water."
Looking at the two Swadian farmers who looked dazed, Kant said lightly, "Do you understand?"
"Yes, my lord," they answered.
"very good."
Kant had no expression on his face, and returned to his tent as usual.
Along the way, except for those Swadian farmers and recruits, no cavalry from the Lion Principality saw him heading for the carriage.
But these cavalry never thought that there was not a drop of water left that could last three days.
If you lack water, you will die.
If you want to survive, go fight those jackals.
This is Kant's strategy, forcing the cavalry of the Lion Principality to obey his arrangement and then desperately!
Non-toxic no husband.
Coming to this backward and mysterious world, Kant, as the youngest son of a duke, has learned how to make the most of others, which is commonplace for him in the aristocratic class.
If Kant didn't use these cavalry, he didn't think these cavalry would stay desperate because of their status.
No one would foolishly work for others, let alone him, an exiled baron.
"grown ups."
While Kant was meditating, a farmer in charge of cooking lifted the curtain with a wooden tray: "Lunch is ready."
"Yeah." Kant nodded and looked.
On the wooden tray were three slices of white bread, half a smoked chicken, and three spoonfuls of stewed air-dried meat with rich black pepper sauce.
This is a delicacy that can only be enjoyed by a baron.
White bread and black pepper are both luxurious food and condiments, let alone their followers and cavalry, even in the Principality of Lions, those low-level nobles with smaller territories and poorer fiefs cannot afford spices and condiments. Waiting for fluffy white bread.
What they ate were black bread mixed with wheat bran, and simple stewed air-dried meat.
"Black Pepper Stewed Air-Dried Meat."
Kant took the plate and asked, "If I remember correctly, we should be running out of fresh water."
"Yes, but we are approaching the Sentinel Oasis, where there is plenty of fresh water," the farmer replied.
"That's it."
Nodding his head, Kant ordered lightly: "Go and tell Captain Rowan to come to my tent after lunch."
"Yes, sir." The farmer replied respectfully and left the tent.
Kant ate his lunch with a wooden spoon.
The white bread is soft and delicious, and the steward of the Lion Castle provided him with the best food before leaving. The same is true for those black peppers. As a nobleman, Kant, even if he is exiled, still represents the blood and honor of the Lion Duke Cameron.
A baron will always be a baron, with the decency he deserves.
At least now Kant doesn't have to worry about bad food. Compared with those cavalry and peasants, he eats quite well.
"Unfortunately, I won't be able to eat it in the future."
Sipping the last bit of soup with white bread and putting it in his mouth, Kant chewed and swallowed.
It's exactly ten minutes before lunch.
He heard footsteps outside the tent, and his leather boots crushed the slightly dry sand surface, sinking into the dullness of the dunes.
Apparently, Rowan is coming.
"Master Baron, I heard that you are looking for me?"
Captain Luo Wen's voice appeared outside the tent, with a bit of respect, but also a bit of impatience.
"Please come in." Kant's voice was calm, as if he didn't notice it.
The curtain of the tent was lifted, and Rowan came in bent over, looked at Kant, and squeezed out a few smiles on his face: "Master Baron, we are about to arrive at the sentry oasis, do you have any other arrangements?"
But before Kant could reply, he continued: "If there is no problem, we will leave."
"leave?"
Kant seemed a little puzzled, looked at Luo Wen and asked, "Shouldn't we go to the sentry oasis?"
The destination is in sight, and Rowan has no patience to continue trekking in this harsh desert, and he also has no patience to accompany the exiled baron to continue his post.
What's more, as the captain of the cavalry, Luo Wen has experienced many wars, how could he not understand
"Lord Baron, my cavalry can't wait."
He took a deep look at Kant, and said in a normal tone: "They let me make a request to you. If possible, we hope to get some drinking water, and we will start our return journey now."
This represents a firm request, not a plea for discussion.
It's almost rude.
It also represents the current attitude of Rowan and those cavalrymen who are almost out of control!
"Of course, if you want."
To Rowan's surprise, Kant nodded happily and expressed his gratitude: "This journey also depends on your protection, which is worthy of gratitude."
"This is what we should do." Rowan nodded with a smile.
But then, Kant's words made his face change drastically: "It's just our water, not much."
(end of this chapter)