Lord of the Oasis Chapter 112: .The invincible charge

The neatly groomed hair, strong and burly body, piercing eyes, and thick, powerful arms are the hallmarks of the higher gnolls who formed the kingdom of Greymane on the shores of Mannheim.

This is the characteristic of a wise man, a civilized race, and an understanding of shame and etiquette.

And Kant's eyes tell him the truth.

The power of Greymane Kingdom, who was still in an unknown place, did not know the location, and did not know when it would arrive, has spread its tentacles to the southern side of the Naron Desert, and carefully explored it here.

"Damn."

Kant squinted slightly, lowered his head and cursed softly.

The dozen or so brand-new tents are enough to represent that the crisis has struck again.

Even without the businessman Asage, according to the map and route map they obtained, they successfully reached this place, and contacted the previously defeated gnolls, settled here again, and established the prototype of the outpost.

Even thinking about it carefully, Kant can be sure that when the real expeditionary force arrives, it is time to attack the sentry oasis.

"Lord Lord."

The Salander rider beside him spoke with a heavy tone: "Do you need to be ready for battle?"

"Need." Kant's eyes were gloomy: "I mean, immediately."

"Understood." The hussars waiting behind nodded silently, packed up their weapons, sorted out their armor, continued to wait for orders from Kant, clenched their spears and machetes, and they were ready to fight. Prepare.

The killing will continue. This is a war for survival.

Kant will not allow the Kingdom of Greymane to occupy the Sentinel Oasis and then attack the Duchy of Lions.

It is not the responsibility of the noble class of the Lion Principality, the Baron of the Desert of Nalen.

Not for the affection of his father, Cameron the Lion.

This is for myself.

Losing the Sentinel Oasis means losing the Naluun Desert, losing the Naluun Desert means losing the fief, losing the fief means losing the title of nobility, and losing the title of nobility means that his life has come to an end.

The gallows will eventually appear before Kant.

Those noble forces in the Principality of Lions, who looked at him with resentment, would put the noose on Kant's neck with their own hands, then pull down the door, and let the corpse die from suffocation, like a pendulum like a pendulum. shake.

Kant's face returned to calm, but there was an incomparable haze in his eyes.

This is the consequence of losing the Sentinel Oasis.

"It is impossible."

With his chest heaving, Kant reached for the flag in a special long bag.

Turn his head to look at the Sarandian light cavalry who are ready, their faces are indifferent and excited, he said solemnly: "Come on my cavalry, let these friends of ours know who is the desert of Nalen The real...master!"

The flag made of velvet was pulled out, and the golden lion on the red background instantly began to flutter in the wind.

[Deterrence of the enemy], activate!

"All Charge!"

Kant jerked the reins with one hand and roared forward.

"Charge!"

Behind him, 20 Salander riders and 25 elite desert robbers also roared violently at the reins, with their straight spears under their armpits, galloping with their horses under their crotch, quickly crossing Kant, Cone shaped to protect him.

Conical formation, the most famous formation of cavalry in the age of cold weapons.

Like a sharp arrow, like a long cone.

The 20 Sarandian riders in full armor are sharp, and the 25 elite desert robbers with spears are the main force.

Without the slow movement speed of the rudimentary soldiers, the entire cavalry unit fiercely rushed down the dunes, pierced the enemy's body with sharp edges, and smashed the cavalry like a raging rush, completely smashing the enemy's idea of ​​​​resisting.

Break down the enemy before they can react!

"Rumble Rumble Rumble—"

The sound of rolling thunder is constant, especially in this arid desert.

The higher gnolls, accustomed to the warm climate on the coast of Mannheim, walked out of their tents and looked up at the sky in surprise, but the expected thick dark clouds, rolling thunder, and pouring rain did not appear.

This made them extremely stunned when they came to the southern part of the Nalen Desert, because the heat and barrenness were driving them crazy.

"Isn't it raining?"

A higher gnoll asks in their language.

But the answers were all the astonishment and doubts of the accompanying companions, as well as the extreme anxiety in the face of the high temperature.

They didn't see the panic and fear on the faces of the low-level gnolls who looked down on the ragged tents next to them. With their high-level status, they didn't pay attention to their uncivilized compatriots. became extremely apprehensive.

There is a feeling of vibration underfoot, and it is getting bigger and bigger.

The rolling thunder is also getting clearer in my ears.

It even reminded them subconsciously of the continuous dull thunder when there was a storm on the Sea of ​​Stars.

Unfortunately, when the lizardmen's privateers and the elf council's maritime anti-smuggling ships became more and more strict, the Greymane Kingdom, which had not much overseas trade and ports, had basically lost the possibility of going to sea on its own, and could no longer see it. In the Xingchen Sea, the storm that made countless captains and sailors fear comes from the supreme power of the **** Storm Lord.

"Ow--"

The panicked howls of the lesser gnolls interrupted their musings.

The higher gnolls turned their heads in confusion.

The vibrations under their feet became more and more intense, and the sound from their ears became louder and louder, even making them feel that something was wrong. They turned their heads in amazement and looked at the dozens of figures rushing down from the sand dunes. His eyes narrowed instantly.

They finally reacted, what exactly was this rolling thunder.

The cavalry of the Terran!

An extremely rare unit on the coast of Mannheim.

The only similar ones may be the moon deer cavalry archers of the elves, but they have never been so heavily armored as humans, riding horses and guns, rushing like a flood of broken embankments, thinking about killing them fiercely Crushed to scum!

"Ow, Oooo!"

A low-level gnoll's terrified cry could be heard in his ears, and even a gnoll turned his head and fled.

They have lost the confidence to fight.

This made the high-level gnolls who were still in the same place stunned to come back to their senses. All of them gathered with a dignified expression, holding the tomahawk in both hands, this heavy weapon clenched tightly, and their confidence was also lifted.

They are not ignorant, uncivilized, low-level gnolls.

Looking at the charging speed of the Terran cavalry, you can tell that you can't escape very far with your own two legs.

Only fight back!

With their burly and strong bodies, the strongest melee races on the coast of Mannheim, high-level gnoll warriors who are invincible with two-handed tomahawks, how could they lose to those weaker humans?

Even on horse-like creatures, these strong gnoll warriors are only hideous and fearless.

Head-on confrontation, they have never been afraid of anyone!

But...

The human cavalry was getting closer and closer, and the muffled sound of thunder swept through my mind.

The fairly solid sand that has been trampled underfoot has made the faint vibration stronger and stronger, and even the soles of their feet can feel the violent vibration.

This made them suddenly lose their confidence for some reason.

The hearts of these 30 or so gnoll warriors holding battle axes in both hands and wearing chainmail and linen robes are beating fast.

Being dry mouth.

The urge to urinate is also condensed in the lower abdomen.

Looking at it getting closer and clearer, and even seeing the human cavalry holding the red flag, these high-level jackals only feel ashamed...become cowardly.

But they don't change anything.

The human cavalry is getting faster and faster, the rolling muffled thunder is getting louder and louder, and the vibration is getting more and more violent.

The sharp spears approaching 3 meters are getting closer.

Final contact between the two parties.

The raised spear took the lead in piercing the gnoll's chest. The seemingly sturdy chain mail could not stop the sharp spear head. It pierced the chests of the high-level gnolls behind them, pushing them to keep retreating, but looked at the front in despair, unable to fight back at all.

The spear that passed through the body in an instant also took away the strength of their whole body. Even the two-handed battle axe that was invincible on the coast of Mannheim could not hold, and could only be allowed to fall to the ground.

Horse neighs ring in their ears, and these gnolls can even see human faces on horseback.

Indifference, indifference, and disdain that is not concealed at all in the eyes.

Because they simply cannot fight back.

Because their bodies are continuing to retreat.

Because all of their chests were strung with spears, they were held up and rammed by those human cavalrymen, and they retreated helplessly, but they had no strength to fight back at all, and even their weapons were unable to hold tightly, and they fell shamefully. on the ground.

"Crack...click..."

Intensive crunching sounds appear.

The spears of gnolls were strung up and flew out for several meters. Finally, due to the momentary inertia and strength, these refined military spears completely declared that they could not bear their force, and broke with a click.

But the riders were prepared.

They are all well-trained, elite cavalry.

Abandoning the broken spear without hesitation, the horse smashed into the gnolls that were strung together, and continued to charge towards the open area behind, slowing down, turning the horse's head and reaching out to pull out the Senran scimitar from his waist.

The second charge was ready, but the cavalry tightened the reins and stood still.

Because of their charge...

The high-level gnolls that were still gathered have all been wiped out.

He fell miserably to the ground.

Broken spears were stuck in their chests, blood stained the sand.

No one can stand up.

No one will survive either.

The high-level gnoll headed by struggled and turned his head, using his last strength to look at the human cavalry with the machete, with extreme fear and disbelief in his eyes.

"Is this... a human... cavalry..."

It spoke slowly, but the blood gushing from its throat couldn't make it utter a word.

But it's terrified.

This is nothing like the human sailors they encounter on the Sea of ​​Stars ~IndoMTL.com~ or the port on the coast of Mannheim.

Those humans may be cunning, but they are not powerful.

There are no such warriors on horses on the merchant ships. When they are blackmailed by gnoll officials, they will only laugh with them. Even if they encounter gnoll pirates, they will at most just wave their long swords to resist.

I have never encountered such an outrageous, near-invincible charge.

"No...impossible..."

The heart, which has been pierced and destroyed by spearheads, cannot continue to supply blood, and its brain begins to suffocate.

Both eyes have also lost sight and can only be stuffed on the sand.

It's uncomfortable, but it doesn't matter anymore, and the last thought suddenly appeared in the consciousness, that is, the Greymane Kingdom has exhausted its strength to piece together, and the expedition force that will set off in a month's time seems to be Dangerous.

PS: There are two more updates tonight, so I'll make up for it!