Lord of the Oasis Chapter 54: .kill in fire and blood
The night was quiet and cold.
In the sand dunes of the Naron Desert, Fatis is walking quickly leading his warhorse to the west side.
The 17 elite desert robbers behind him, as well as the newly recruited desert robber, also held the desert horse silently and followed closely behind him, only with strong and crazy killing intent in their eyes.
It is undoubtedly crazy to use 19 cavalry to charge straight into the center of the enemy and behead him in an instant.
Luckily, the mission is completed, and everyone is happy.
If they are unlucky, not only will the task not be completed, but even they will fall into it.
But they don't care either.
Fatis looked at the night sky, the originally bright stars began to dim, and the bright moon gradually disappeared, only the solemn darkness enveloped the sky like ink, as if to forcibly block the reward of dawn.
"The light will eventually pierce through all darkness."
Softly speaking, Fatis thought of the poems that the bards said when they were in Suno.
His heart beat faster, and he clenched his teeth, turning over to his horse neatly.
"It's our turn."
Fatis spoke in a deep voice, flicking the reins and moving his horse forward.
Behind him, 18 cavalrymen, who were already familiar with desert raids, jumped on their horses as quickly as he did, raised their spears, and kicked the horse's belly to follow him.
The sound of the hooves is gradually rising, but when it hits the soft sand, it can only sink into a shallow pit and cannot be heard very far.
They are naturally not fast either.
The most suitable ride in the desert is the camel, and the horse is better at the plains.
However, for the current raid, these war horses can still play 70% of their usual speed. After all, the sand layer can also bear the weight of war horses, not quicksand that sinks to the bottom.
Down the dunes, the horseshoes hit the flat sand, making the horses go faster.
The sand here has been trodden by gnolls.
"It started."
Kant took a deep breath and clenched his fists.
Standing at the top of the sand dune, his eyes were fixed on the direction of the dune on the west side. When he noticed that there were more than a dozen black dots appearing, he was moving towards the gnoll tribe at a speed far faster than walking. The calmness on his face was overwhelmed. Dignified instead.
Everything is going according to the predetermined tactical plan.
Again, everything went well.
But now is not the time to relax, Kant turned his head to look at the soldiers who were already ready behind him, and said solemnly: "Everyone pay attention, prepare to attack."
"Yes." A chorus of answers rang out from the dunes.
The faces of these Swadian soldiers were solemn, and they looked at Kant standing on the sand dunes with enthusiasm and excitement, as if they were not facing a tragic battle, but a tournament worth boasting about.
The arrow is on the string and has to be fired.
Everyone understands this simple truth. There is no hesitation, only the determination to die generously.
The kingdom of Swadia has never been short of warriors.
On the west side, Fatis and 18 cavalry galloped and rushed into the gnoll tribe.
It's like a howling wind.
Holding the reins in their hands, the horses galloped wildly, and a shabby and dirty tent swept past them. Fatis and the others didn't care at all. , splashing **** the tents on both sides.
Although the night was dim, the starlight and moonlight could barely make out the brown liquid.
As they attacked in a straight line, the tents on both sides seemed to be drenched in rain.
However, the two elite desert robbers at the back directly stretched out their hands and pulled out two small barrel-shaped objects in their arms, tore open the blocked linen, and the silky red light appeared in them.
is a fire tank filled with charcoal.
The two of them didn't change their expressions, and the shriveled water bladder in their hands was thrown away, and the fire storage tank was immediately thrown behind them.
The charcoal spilled, contacting the tent that had been splashed by the water bladder before, and combining with the brown liquid, the originally dim red hot charcoal burst into a little open flame in an instant, contacting more brown liquid around it, turning into a mass of more and more Big fireball coming.
The water bag was not filled with spring water, but the oil that Kant had purchased before!
"Huhuhuhuhuhu——"
The brown oil was ignited, mixed with the tent made of tattered linen, and it turned into a ball of fire in just a few seconds.
And this fireball spreads towards the tents on both sides, and the fire is getting more and more intense!
The desert is dry and there is no moisture at all. These tents are gathered together in a mess, and there is no clear concept of fire prevention in the planning. With those oil-splashed lines, the fire rises.
"Ow—"
At this time, a gnoll with slack eyes finally stuck his head out.
For unknown reasons, he looked at the fire burning in the distance, as well as his companions who also rushed out of the tent due to the fire, all scorched all over.
In their heads, they can't imagine how the fire came.
However, there are also gnolls who have experienced the previous night attack battle. They pulled out their mace in the tent with a terrified face. The green eyes flashed not with ferocity, but with extreme fear.
Because they also saw the cavalry that was continuing to charge towards the center of the tribe.
It's the Fatis.
And the 18 murderous gangsters from the Sarand desert!
The speed of the warhorse under the crotch became faster and faster, and the tent in front of him was no longer bypassed. He stepped on it with his horse's hooves, and trampled the sleeping jackal inside.
Fatis raised his head, the larger tent was already less than a hundred meters in front of him.
But there were nearly forty or fifty gnolls in front of him, and he was raising the mace in his hand, trying to use his body to defend the safety of the big tent.
"For Lord Kant, kill!"
Fatis kicked the horse fiercely, and the long sword in his hand slashed mercilessly.
Blood splatters.
Several gnolls were knocked flying, and the heads of both gnolls were cut off by long swords.
The spears stood upright behind him, and 18 desert robbers roared to follow. The sharp spearheads directly pierced the gnoll's chest, like a string of gourds, pinning the gnolls together.
They have already tried their best, and they don't care about the swung mace.
It's completely a life-changing injury!
And they were in this crazy rush, completely approaching the big tent, and they even saw the gnoll shaman who was panicking, opened the big tent and escaped, holding a staff.
“Ow—”
The gnoll shaman is quite old, and his hair has changed from grey to white.
Slightly hunched over his waist, leaning on a cane and looking at the burning tent, the entire western tribe has been turned into a sea of flames, and countless gnolls are screaming and fleeing frantically, and they suddenly let out an angry howl: "Human !”
It speaks the lingua franca of mankind.
"Kill!"
But Fatis and those desert robbers had no intention of communicating at all.
The long sword in his hand slashed and the flanged hammer slammed, killing the gnolls who were blocking them in front of them. Even if three elite desert robbers were smashed to the ground by the mace, they were still moving towards the gnoll. The gnoll shaman charged forward.
Their mission was to kill the leader of the tribe.
This is the Gnoll shaman.
"I will pull out all your bones and hang them on my body as decoration!"
The old gnoll shaman's eyes are full of madness, and how could he who is far more intelligent than ordinary gnolls fail to notice that his tribe is being attacked by human troops?
"Let the bloodthirsty ancestors cover your hearts and kill these human cavalry!"
It grabbed a handful of colorful powder and threw it towards the surrounding gnolls, raising the staff in its hand and roaring: "Bloodthirst!"
"Roar—"
The surrounding gnolls were stained with powder, and their eyes instantly turned red.
But before these gnolls could pounce, the desert robbers who were still rushing towards this horse had more standard equipment they had already prepared—the short javelin.
"Whoosh whoosh-"
The javelin shrieked and ripped apart the air with the force of the throw.
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There are very few throwing weapons such as javelins and throwing axes in this world. Now facing the elite, precise and lethal javelin throwing of desert robbers, it is impossible to avoid them.
"Roar - no, my mighty power..."
Four short javelins pierce deeply into the body of the Gnoll shaman.
The old shaman roared, leaning on his staff and fell crookedly.
In its wisdom, as a powerful transcendent spell caster, it is impossible for him to die so easily, not to mention the surrounding gnoll warriors who have cast bloodthirsty spells, are extremely manic and fearless.
"Let's go!"
Fatis watched the gnoll shaman fall, and immediately reined in the horse's reins.
The long sword in his hand slashed to death a red-eyed gnoll, and he instigated the horses under his crotch to continue to charge forward, because according to the original plan, they would not return to the west, but abruptly Interspersed with the entire gnoll tribe, heading towards the east, where Kant led his troops to attack.
And now, Kant has led the troops to attack.
A rain of arrows filled the sky, densely covering the tents on the east side, and the heads of the gnolls who fled in a panic.
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