At 5 pm, it was dusk.
The west slanting sun sprinkled the sand dunes, printing a full piece of golden yellow.
Kant stood on the top of the sand dune, and behind him was bathed in the sunlight that flooded in like a tide until he was submerged.
Less than a kilometer ahead is the sentry oasis.
He could see the light of dusk sparkling in a piece of yellow sand.
That is the water source of the sentry oasis, a lake formed by the eruption of springs, but if you only look at the area, it is only 25 by 6 meters, and it is more accurate to call it a pond.
"It's so beautiful." Kant couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Just around this pond, there are many lush desert shrubs and 6 tall Populus euphratica trees.
These green vegetation proudly stretched their branches and leaves in the evening sun, as if they were telling how the yellow sand invaded, and they still fought tenaciously.
Cavalry captain Luo Wen stood beside him, nodding indifferently: "Yes, it's beautiful."
Kant said calmly: "Then let these gnolls not occupy this place."
"Of course." Rowan continued to nod indifferently.
His eyes scanned the sentry oasis, and he had already seen tents built around the pond.
There are all kinds of tattered materials, linen, bark, and even animal skins obtained from hunting, which look completely different from the tents they built before.
Because this is the tent of the gnolls, where their tribe is!
Taking a deep breath, Rowan asked in a deep voice, "Master Baron, when shall we start?"
"Don't rush."
Kant turned his head and looked at the sun behind him, which was still releasing its last mighty power.
It was the dim light of the sun, passing over the figures of the two of them, printing the dim yellow of the setting sun on the sentry oasis below, and also on the tribe of wolf men below.
As long as you raise your head from below, the sun that seems to be parallel to the sand dunes will blind your eyes.
Kant nodded: "It's now."
"Okay." Rowan nodded indifferently, and quickly retreated down the dune with the spear in his hand.
At the bottom of the sand dunes, 20 heavily armed Lion Principality cavalry were standing there leading their horses. They were fully prepared for battle and only needed orders from Rowan.
A battle that cannot be flinched is about to begin, their faces are equally indifferent, and there is resentment deep in their eyes.
They all understand who brought this.
Kant.
The Lord Baron of the Lion Principality.
The escort came to this Nalun Desert to take up the post, and had trekked for 6 days, but at noon, he learned that there was no fresh water for the return journey.
Then they have to fight hard.
So they get angry.
"Edmund, the great god of war, is watching us."
Rowan came to them, took the reins of his war horse, and said with a solemn expression, "Let these inferior races, the jackals who can only eat sand in the desert, know what the heroism of the Lion Principality is!"
"Victory!" The cavalry responded neatly.
The Principality of Lions is established by force, and the gods they believe in are Edmund, the god of war who represents war.
So they are not afraid, turning the anger in their hearts into strength.
"here we go."
Kant watched the 20 cavalry get on their horses, cross the dunes and rush towards the sentry oasis.
The hard horseshoe hit the sand layer heavily, raising the sand and dust behind him like a whirlwind. Before the gnolls in the sentinel oasis could react, they rushed in fiercely with their spears!
The tip of the spear pierced the Gnoll's chest under the astonished gaze.
Blood flowed out, but the 20 cavalry from the Principality of Lions did not give up their spears at all.
Gritting his teeth and supporting his arms, he continued to push against these gourd-like gnolls, and continued to rush deeper into the tribe.
They know that what they want to do is to cause even greater chaos!
"It's our turn!"
Kant shouted in a deep voice, holding the light crossbow in his hand, and strode forward.
Ten Swadian recruits followed behind him, armed with pistols.
Twenty Swadian peasants were deployed on either side with long-handled scythes.
Their speed is also not slow, almost trotting, but the murderous feeling in their eyes has been revealed, because they are bound to win their own territory, the sentry oasis in which they will live in the future!
"For the Lion Principality!"
Rowan and the 20 cavalry were still gritting their teeth and rushing towards the depths of the tribe.
The spears in their hands were broken, but they pulled out the long swords around their waists, and slashed fiercely at the wolf men who appeared hastily.
The Raid works surprisingly well.
These jackals had no idea that they would be attacked by the enemy army. Even when the surrounding area was in chaos, most jackals stared at their green eyes and stood there in a daze.
Even if they want to find the enemy, it is difficult to do so.
Whenever they looked towards the side where the screams appeared on the west side, the dim yellow sunlight from above their heads was shining directly, and they couldn't open their eyes at all!
"Da da da da da da—"
The sound of horseshoes was getting closer and closer, and only then did they realize that it was a human cavalry.
But by this time, it was too late.
Rowan led his cavalry, and raised the long sword in his hand to slice through the bodies of these gnolls.
Only blood spattered.
These wolf men with long fangs and gray fur finally began to collapse, and a look of fear appeared on their wolf-like heads.
"Stay in formation, follow me!"
The light crossbow in Kant's hand made a soft "buzz", and a jackal not far away fell to the ground.
The crossbow bolts on its back have penetrated its spine and pierced its heart.
But Kant didn't care, his face was stern, and his eyes scanned the depths of the wolf man tribe. Rowan and the 19 cavalry from the Lion Principality were still raging with long swords, continuing to cause panic among these wolf men, spreading blood and death .
"Continue to advance!"
Kant drew out his dagger and moved forward with the 30 soldiers behind him.
The wolf man tribe, which had already fallen into chaos, could not organize an effective counterattack at all, and their advance speed was very fast.
Countless miserable howls emerged in my ears.
The gnolls were scattered and fled.
The old, the young, and those in their prime all fled away in fear.
Facing the cavalry who suddenly appeared.
And the Swadian recruits with spears.
Memories from ten years ago reappeared in the minds of these gnolls.
That was the massacre of the Lion Principality.
But it is the deepest nightmare of these gnolls!
Even now, these jackals who have experienced massacres still dare not continue to resist.
"Leave no one alive, we don't need prisoners."
Kant's voice sounded in the sentinel oasis, announcing the tragic end of these gnolls.
The cavalry were still chasing and killing the fleeing gnolls.
The farmers and recruits in Swadia surrounded the lake in the sentry oasis and began to clean up the tents in the wolf tribe. At this time, they could already clean up the battlefield because they won!
The wolf man who lost the will to resist became a lamb that was easily slaughtered.
What's more, these ferocious primitive races are still incomparable with humans in terms of tactics and weaponry.
Sunset over the dunes.
The battle is also over.
In the dark sky, the afterglow of the sun is still struggling, releasing the last ray of light as it sinks.
But in the sky, a bright moon was already faintly visible at this time.
The night sky full of stars appeared, and the high temperature during the day seemed to fade away quickly. Even the wind blowing from the depths of the desert carried a chill. After a few hours down, the Nalun Desert will enter minus 20 degrees Celsius. cold.
Of course, it's not that cold yet.
The cavalry who had just fought back rode back, and the cool wind blowing made them feel very comfortable.
"Lord Baron, your territory has been acquired."
Cavalry captain Luo Wen jumped off his horse, his face still indifferent.
Including him, and the cavalry behind him, the linen robe over the chain mail was stained with a large amount of blood, as if dye had been splashed on them, which looked quite weird.
There were four or five more unlucky fellows who failed, with floppy arms or limps.
Obviously this battle is not so easy.
Some Jackals broke out under the threat of death, still causing minor injuries to the cavalry who rushed to the front.
"Perhaps the wound can be cleaned first."
Kant looked at the wounded, nodded to Luo Wen and said, "If you don't mind, I can bandage you myself. After all, I have learned first aid knowledge on the battlefield from veterans."
"No need." Rowan directly vetoed it.
They themselves are veterans from the barracks, and they can easily clean and bandage their wounds by themselves.
The cavalry captain Luo Wen said to Kant coldly: "We will leave immediately."
The cavalry behind him all looked at Kant indifferently. Even if he lowered his status so much, he still didn't make these cavalry look good.
Everyone knows why this battle started.
"Leave now?"
Kant frowned slightly, and said helplessly: "This is indeed unexpected, you should rest here for a few days."
And the night in the Nalun Desert is not a good time.
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The low temperature of 20°C can also threaten their lives if they do not have sufficient warmth.
"We don't need to rest, we will leave immediately after replenishing fresh water."
After wiping the blood stained on his face, Luo Wen's voice was not a discussion at all, but an affirmation.
He turned his head and yelled at the cavalry behind him: "Are you still in a daze? Go to the carriage and get some water bags and clothes. After filling the water, we are ready to return. Be quick!"
"Understood!" The cavalry responded, and at the same time walked away.
The division of labor was clear, and they also quickly brought their own tents and warm woolen sweaters on the carriage, as well as 5 extra water bladders per person, all of which were filled with water in the pond.
"Well, I hope you go back early and enjoy the light beer in the tavern."
Kant shrugged helplessly: "At that time, you may still be able to talk about me and today's battle in a bragging manner."
Rowan narrowed his eyes, and the faces of the cavalry behind him were indifferent.
No one cared about Kant's cold joke. They should be busy with their own business. After everything was ready, they immediately rode away without any intention of saying goodbye to Kant.
In their eyes, Kant was no different from a stranger.
"goodbye."
But Kant still waved goodbye with a calm face.
As a nobleman, a respected Lord Baron, he has learned how to be shameless at critical times.
This is the living standard of nobles.
(end of this chapter)