Lord of the Oasis Chapter 78: .In the desert again

The next day, at dawn.

Kant had finished his breakfast, packed his bags and headed to the street.

Manid is waiting for him.

Five Sarandian riders in chainmail and linen robes were waiting, followed by ten desert robbers in leather armor and armed with spears, but their unruly appearance was caught by these salamanders. Rand rider restrained.

This is the difference between a regular army and a bandit.

Although desert robbers are not afraid of death, they still have to bow their heads in the face of well-equipped and skilled Salander riders.

Both are light cavalry, but have very different roles.

The role of the desert robber is to use the mobility of the desert horse under the crotch to harass the array of enemy infantry with short javelins, or to attack the enemy's supply line, causing a psychological blow to the enemy, rather than fighting head-on.

The thin leather armor on their bodies is not enough to sustain the brutal hand-to-hand combat after the charge.

The Sarandian cavalry is a true assault cavalry, capable of inflicting a terrifying destruction effect on the enemy's line. Although it can't match the Swadian heavy cavalry in the cavalry, the effect is still powerful.

"Looks like you're all set."

Kant opened his mouth and looked at them and nodded with satisfaction: "Then let's set off as soon as possible."

"Understood." Manid and the others responded.

"Good luck, Lord."

Fatis and the soldiers in the sentry oasis, as long as there is no important duty to stand guard, come to say goodbye to Kant, and even the more than 200 construction workers are reluctant to part.

After all, Kant is the lord of the Sentinel Oasis, the stalwart existence in their hearts.

"Okay."

Kant waved his hand and rode his horse forward.

Manid shakes the reins to follow.

5 Salander riders and 10 desert robbers followed unhurriedly, while their eyes watched the surrounding sand dunes vigilantly, always paying attention to any abnormality.

As escorts, they are much more serious than Rowan, who was in charge of escorting when Kant came.

The sound of hoofs.

Led by a Sarandian rider.

These tribesmen from the desert also have special knowledge about dealing with the Naron Desert.

Proceed along the dunes at a fast pace.

"That's how it feels."

Kant tightened the hood on his head, sweating profusely from the scorching midday sun.

But this reminded Kant of the pain he felt when he first left the Stone Pass and came to the Naron Desert. Thinking about the foundation he had created in the Sentinel Oasis, all kinds of feelings came to his mind at this moment.

Starting a business is difficult, not to mention starting a business in the desert, it is even more like moving forward in a raging fire.

"Sir, it's almost noon, find a place to rest at the back of the dune."

The Sarand rider who led the way in front restrained the Sarand horse under his crotch, slowed down and came to Kant's side, looked at the continuous sand sea ahead, and discouraged: "When marching in the desert, you can't fully pursue speed."

"I understand the truth." Kant nodded, licked his dry mouth subconsciously, and said, "Listen to you, set up a tent and rest first."

"Understood."

The Sarandian rider who led the way was relieved and rode on, looking for a suitable dune.

Soon, they found a slightly larger sand dune, and when they came to the back, they dismounted, quickly unfolded the tent in the package, propped it up with spears, and dug out a cool sand pit, forming a temporary camp.

When marching in the desert, you cannot simply pursue speed and distance.

Also ensure physical strength and hydration.

Those guys who don't know these truths have already formed mummified corpses in the desert, buried miserably in the sand, and can't see the light of the sun. Maybe when the storm hits and the dunes move, they can see the sun again.

Replenish fresh water in time under the tent.

Lunch is also roughly settled with bread, dried meat and dates.

After resting for 2 hours, when the sun was not so hot, Kant led the team to move on.

According to the plan, they will arrive at Stone Pass within 3 days.

All cavalry marches, naturally fast.

If there are infantry to follow, plus the accompanying supply wagon, it will take 7 days.

Continuing to move forward in the face of the scorching sun, Kant and the others are not slow, especially as the sun slants to the west and the heat brought by the sun decreases, they are even more like a duck to water.

Dusk is approaching.

It's getting dark.

The horses who had been trekking in the desert all afternoon were also snorting and tiredness in their eyes.

"Two hours off."

Kant exhaled and raised his hand to stop advancing: "Let the horses rest as well."

The team behind them stopped.

Manid, who was a businessman, was lying on the back of a horse and slowly descended to the ground. After a bumpy day, his legs were quite sore, and he walked strangely.

"Are you alright?" Kant asked, he valued his business operation very much.

Manid smiled bitterly: "It's okay."

"Just get used to it." Kant nodded and said thoughtfully: "In the evening, put something under it."

"Thank you." Manid sighed, "I hope you don't delay things."

In reality, people with poor riding skills ride bumpy military horses, and it is still a long journey. I am afraid that the whole body will be torn apart, and even the inner thighs will be ground with large blood bags. Law to walk.

Manid is a businessman, so naturally he doesn't have the riding skills that Phatis has trained since he was a child.

Not even Kant, the second son of a nobleman, can compare.

After all, in Kant's studies, swordsmanship, riding, and etiquette are all necessary. Although the professor's scholar is perfunctory because he is the second son, he is much better than Manid, a pure businessman.

You know, when Manid first came to Sentinel Oasis, he was riding a docile Thomas.

Set up tents, have dinner, and rest.

Old three, then continue on.

Although the nights in the Narun desert were cold, they were bearable.

It's better than the scorching heat of the day, at least if you wrap it tightly, you can effectively resist the cold wave.

The team moves on.

The bright moonlight and the bright starry sky bring a lot of light.

The Narun Desert has no clouds, so it is very bright.

Kant rode on the horse, exhaling white mist from his nose and mouth, his whole body was already cold, and he swallowed and spit without much warmth, and the tiredness brought by the late night had also come to his heart, and he felt a little exhausted. .

"Not yet at the limit."

He swallowed and looked at Manid and the cavalry who followed him.

His thoughts gradually emerged from the exhaustion of the trek. Seeing that the moon in the sky had reached the center, he asked, "Who knows, what time is it?"

His voice was hoarse and a little weak.

This is the case for long marches, not to mention that they are still marching in the Naron desert, which consumes more physical strength.

"It's almost midnight." A Sarand rider replied.

"In the early morning." Kant took off his hood, exhaled the low-temperature condensed white mist, and said, "So, we have already covered a day and a night?"

"About half," the Salander rider reckoned, then said.

Manid also nodded weakly and said, "According to the distance, we have already walked half the distance."

"Okay." Kant swallowed.

Closing his eyes slightly, his thoughts quickly connected to the system in his mind: "Is it possible to build a post station and a water well here?"

"You can build a post station, but you cannot build a well." The system replied.

This answer made Kant frown: "Why can't a well be built?"

"There is a lack of water veins underground." The system's answer was still straightforward.

Kant was stunned.

Well construction requirements ~IndoMTL.com~ does have such a rule.

But he looked at the vast sea of ​​sand around him, which stretched into pieces under the bright moonlight, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "How can there be groundwater in such a ghost place?"

Manid and the others behind him were also silent.

Even Salander riders and desert robbers, as races in the desert, cannot quickly locate the groundwater in this cruel desert.

Locating groundwater is an esoteric subject and requires luck.

Want to find shallow groundwater?

It's like looking for a needle in a haystack!

But the system gave an answer: "There is an underground lake 3 miles ahead, and a well can be built."

At the same time, a little weirdness appeared on Kant's retina.

A light blue line runs under Kant all the way to the south, as if that's where the system says, 3 miles away, where the underlying lake is.

"Let's go."

Kant swallowed and gave the order.

Of course he chose to trust the system.

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