Lord of the Oasis Chapter 16: .No reconcilable contradictions

This is an extremely brutal battle.

A desperate battle between races for living space.

The number of gnolls approaching 500 gradually approached, with an anthropomorphic murderous intent on their beast-like heads.

This sentry oasis, where their ancestors have lived and thrived for generations, is now occupied by humans, which is equivalent to taking away their hometown and occupying their land.

This is an irreconcilable contradiction.

If any race wants to survive in this desert, it must expel and slaughter the races that occupied the desert oasis before.

Kant wanted to live, so he had to kill these gnolls.

Dehrim wants to grow, so he will 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 brilliant civilizations have been created, but once they decline and are occupied by other nations and civilizations, they will completely disappear in the long river of history and be cut off. The inheritance of civilization and nation, leaving only a few historical relics, also proves their existence.

Therefore, Kant will not have mercy, in essence, he belongs to the aggressor.

It's getting to this point.

I won't back down!

The gnolls are still lurking and advancing, and the scale of more than 500 people is crushed into pieces, bringing these ignorant and cruel primitive races, the fanatical self-confidence from their hearts.

The advantage of numbers brings confidence, and complacency about going undetected in the lurking process.

But these gnolls never thought that they were actually still exposed. The humans who were still sleeping soundly were waiting for their work at this time. When they approached, they brazenly tore off their disguise and launched a vicious attack on them. Fight back!

The counterattack was effective.

Take these gnolls by surprise.

The gnoll warriors at the front had to stare at the green eyes in astonishment, watching the row of sharp spears stab over, and then there was severe pain in the abdomen, and they were directly stabbed to the ground by the sharp spears. on the ground.

He widened his eyes in vain, and opened his mouth full of sharp teeth.

Letting out a low howl, with misery and despair, he fell to the ground and completely lost his life.

Because the 2-meter-long spear has deeply left irreparable damage in their bodies, and the mace in the hands of these gnolls cannot cause harm to the humans at the tail of the spear.

Under the bright moonlight, the spearheads, which shone coldly, had all been dyed red.

These 30 Swadian infantrymen armed with spears are the main force of this battle!

The iron spear head, carefully crafted by a blacksmith, easily stabbed into the gnoll's body. With the slight twist of the hand holding the spear, the internal organs were torn and hemorrhaged, and then it was quickly pulled out, and then again ruthlessly. Poke away.

Blood is splashing, and a strong smell of blood begins to permeate the cold desert.

The phalanx of spears is the infantry tactics of the Kingdom of Swadia.

As the continent of Calradia, once the strongest old kingdom, before the rebellion of the southwestern mountains occurred in Swadia, the mountain people from the Rhodok Mountains were the most important members of the spear phalanx to maintain the front. The best choice.

But even without the rock-solid Rhodoks, these Swadians can still form a phalanx of spears.

With the skillful training skills, the guts of those gnolls are pierced to pieces!

"Long live Swadia!"

Kant was screaming, while the sharp blade cut through the throat of the gnoll who fell to the ground under his feet, but was not dead.

He's boosting everyone's morale.

Because when on the battlefield, there is no voice comparable to the lord's inspiration, which means that they are still fighting with their lord, and there are enough comrades around to fight with them.

This proves that they are not yet defeated.

"Hooray!"

The peasants of Swadia cry out.

Followed closely on both sides of these infantrymen, the long-handled scythes transformed from agricultural implements slashed like flying swords and halberds, leaving flesh and blood on those gnolls who had never been equipped with armor. Fuzzy wound.

At least 30 gnolls were killed at the moment of close combat.

However, Kant and his infantry were not complacent, and continued to move forward firmly.

They also suffered casualties.

"No, save me... uh..."

On both sides, the screams of Swadian peasants appeared.

Someone was approached by a gnoll, and the mace full of iron nails slammed down heavily. These peasants, who were also not wearing armor, could only use their own flesh to resist.

The consequences were dire.

"Um...help me..."

Another person was smashed to the ground by the gnoll's mace, and the wounds were blurred with stabs and stabs.

But more, it is the blunt injury caused by the mace's own weight, which has injured the bones of these farmers, but they don't need to worry about subsequent injuries, because the next gnoll has already Ripped their throats with fangs.

Seven Swadian peasants fell, completely dead.

"Hold on, hold on!"

Kant's eyes are red. These farmers are his capital, and it's a pity to waste all of them here.

But these casualties can still be endured by him.

Grinning his teeth, Kant said loudly, "Keep a tight formation and keep moving forward."

"Yes!" Beside him, the infantrymen with spears responded loudly.

Although the peasants suffered losses, the main force of these battles was still firmly in control of the audience.

They haven't been damaged yet.

On the contrary, just in front of the advancing spear phalanx, the gnolls no longer dared to fight recklessly, and after leaving behind more than 20 corpses, they began to spread out to the sides.

These gnolls know that without their armor and shields, they can't get past the front of the phalanx of spears!

But even if they went to both sides, those peasants were still clenching their teeth and slashing fiercely with long-handled scythes.

For my own home.

For their own village.

For their own kingdom.

These Swadian peasants are also desperate!

They had to fight too!

A ferocious counterattack will stun these gnolls. This is the opportunity that Kant expected. Only with the huge casualties in a short period of time, making these gnolls heartbroken and losing their morale to continue fighting is the key to their victory.

A person's courage is not constant.

These flesh-and-blood gnolls are not fearless.

They are also afraid.

The sudden counterattack made these stunned gnolls not react at all. Looking at the companions who were stabbed to the ground in front of them, the lucky ones who had fled the tribe before, seemed to remember the fear last night.

The sound of hooves, shouting, fighting, the sound of a long sword slashing across the neck, the sound of blood gushing.

Everything comes with great fear.

"Da Da... Da Da... Da Da..."

And those gnolls retreated back in horror. The rough mace 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 feared thing .

Yes, it's the sound of hooves.

The most terrifying sound when they ran away in the desert last night!

"Kill!"

A few shouts appeared, and in the darkness of the night, six cavalry roaring came out of nowhere.

At the same time, there is a heavy short javelin.

"Huhuhuhuhuhu——"

The air was torn apart, and the sharp short javelin swept a distance of more than ten meters, nailing the 6 gnolls who couldn't dodge.

Immediately, the six of them were holding their spears, and they slammed into the messy formation of the gnolls from the side like a skyfall. The huge inertia hit a few unlucky ghosts, and that The sharp spear pierced through several gnolls fiercely, nailing them to the sand, twisting in pain, but unable to do anything.

It is Kant's only cavalry, desert robbers are here!

"Long live Swadia!"

The appearance of these six desert robbers made the infantrymen around Kant extremely excited and cheered with high morale.

The spear in his hand was already full of blood, and the gnoll corpse in front of him had already covered the ground.

"Just now."

Kant looked at the shaken gnolls with a solemn expression on his face.

He understood that because of the cavalry, these gnolls thought of yesterday's raid and the tragic deaths of their comrades, so their morale began to drop, and they even wanted to flee.

A unit that has experienced heavy damage~IndoMTL.com~ Once faced with the same heavy damage again in a short period of time, the morale will collapse quickly.

That's how the gnolls are now.

More than 100 gnolls retreated in horror. At night, they also did not know whether there were other cavalry hidden somewhere, and they retreated quickly, even if they threw away the mace in their hands. Regardless, he was completely in a panic, and he didn't have the courage to continue fighting.

Even the other gnolls that he led backed away in horror.

Panic and low morale can spread.

Hundreds of gnoll corpses were left in the desert, but more gnolls chose to flee.

The battle ended quickly.

"Stop the pursuit and come back."

Kant's order was issued, and there was no request to allow the desert robbers to pursue horses.

He only has these 6 desert robbers.

Even the loss of one person is a huge loss, not to mention that these desert robbers are only light cavalry capable of assault. Compared with the well-trained cavalry of the Lion Principality in chain armor, their defensive capabilities are obviously less.

Kant stood on the edge of the oasis, watching the gnoll disappearing among the dunes, the solemnity on his face also dissipated.

He won.

Shaking his head, he said, "Clean up 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 battle damage, and hand it over to me when it's done."

"Understood." A desert robber nodded, indicating that he accepted the task.

Kant stands still, and the data frame appears on the retina.

But his face was extremely embarrassing, he couldn't help clenching his fists, and said, "I won by luck."