Lord of the Oasis Chapter 120: The happy soldiers

The four desert robbers galloped on horseback and soon appeared at the top of the dune.

Reining the desert horses under their crotch, they looked forward, cold sweat dripping down their temples instantly, the hand holding the reins slowly supported the hilt of the knife at the waist, but not impulsive, swallowed and spit, quietly The horses stand on the top of the dunes.

Just outside the sand dunes at the foot, within a range of nearly 100 meters, hundreds of bowmen have lined up.

Feather arrows and crossbow arrows were also aimed at them at this time.

Although the bow has not been fully drawn or the trigger has not been pulled, these gangsters who have fought on the battlefield for a long time know that if they have the slightest hostility, or they draw their machetes and charge their horses, they will be in a short period of time. In a second, the overwhelming rain of arrows will cover the top of the dune where the four of them are, turning them into living hedgehogs with feather arrows or crossbow arrows.

The indifferent gazes of the hundreds of bowmen were already staring at the four of them.

A little movement is a rain of arrows.

Even if you turn around and run away, you can't do it, and you don't dare to run away without authorization.

The four-legged desert horse is really fast, but it's nowhere near as fast as a rain of arrows that can fly through the air.

Besides, there are still tasks at hand.

"Don't be impulsive." The desert robber headed slowly opened his mouth.

And his hand also loosened from the handle of the knife around his waist. He moved very slowly. He clenched the reins again and lightly knocked the horse's belly to let the desert horse under his crotch take two steps forward. He also said: " This is the land of Lord Kant's fief, strange troops from the kingdoms of Vikya and Swadia, please tell me your purpose."

His words seem to be working.

The longbow and crossbow that were originally aimed at them were all lowered, also showing their goodwill.

The four desert robbers breathed a sigh of relief.

It doesn't seem like the enemy really.

And among the hundreds of people in the team, two people looked at each other and seemed to be the leaders. They came out at the same time, put down their weapons completely, and spoke in unison.

"We are fifty crossbowmen from the kingdom of Swadia who have come to follow Lord Kant."

"We are 50 archers from the kingdom of Vikya, who have come to follow Lord Kant."

This sentence officially identifies them.

The 4 elite desert robbers were completely relaxed, shaking the reins and walking down the dunes, nodding to them with a smile: "We're here to greet you, new friends from Swadia and Vikya, welcome to Miracles Land!"

Since it is not an enemy, it is a friend.

Both sides put away their weapons, after all, they still know the Salanders well.

Soon, the elite desert bandits take them back to the Sentinel Oasis.

The Swadian light infantrymen who were standing guard at the city gate saw them with a smile on their faces. Without any hesitation, they directly opened the city gate and put all these bowmen in.

Both are the arms of the Kingdom of Swadia, and you can tell the truth at a glance.

"Welcome."

Fatis also came out of the street to greet him.

Looking at these energetic bowmen, he nodded with satisfaction: "With your presence, our defense system can finally be used." With a slight shrug, he pointed at the city walls, attics and arrows with a smile. Tower: "Without you archers and crossbowmen, our fortifications are useless."

"I'm glad we could help," the bowmen answered modestly.

The atmosphere has become harmonious.

These bowmen from the kingdoms of Vyya and Swadia have also heard rumors of Phatis.

This former wandering knight is one of the few nobles on the mainland.

There are many lords who want to recruit this knight who has noble blood and has honed his own in wandering. However, due to the reason of philosophy, Fatis did not accept the canonization. Instead, he came to the Land of Miracles to serve as Lord Kant allegiance.

And for everyone, it's the highest honor.

The banquet continues.

More chairs and tables were moved out, and new friends were welcomed.

Joslin, the caravan leader from Zhivadin, was also entrusted by Manid to help greet the Vicya archers who had just arrived here. After chatting with each other, the atmosphere became more and more cheerful.

Just like the tense atmosphere just now, there is no such thing as a war.

Actually, that was a misunderstanding.

"Dangdangdang."

There is a knock on Kant's door.

"Lord Kant, I hope your rest is not disturbed."

Manid stood outside the door and heard a voice from inside, so he whispered: "The banquet is about to start, and just now, 50 archers from the Kingdom of Vikya, and the Kingdom of Swadia 50 crossbowmen from here are here to follow you."

In the room, Kant opened his eyes in a daze.

The room is dark as there are no candles lit.

Looking along the narrow window, I saw a bright star and a seemingly solidified darkness.

"Well, I fell asleep?"

Kant suddenly opened his sleepy eyes and woke up instantly.

It was only then that I discovered that my mind had risen to the sky at that time, and after building the building with God's perspective, I actually fell asleep on the bed in a drowsy state, and only woke up when Manid came to knock on the door.

"Lord Kant?" Outside the door, Manid knocked on the door twice again.

"Well, I heard it." Kant replied.

Fortunately, he didn't take off his clothes, he stood up straight, stretched, walked over to open the door, and saw Manid smiled bitterly: "This is a mistake worth remembering, I actually fell asleep."

"This is due to exhaustion."

Manid bowed his head slightly, took a half step back, looked at Kant and said, "Sir, the banquet will begin soon."

"Let's go now." Kant took the lead.

Manid quickly followed.

There are candles lit in the stairs of the Consulate, and the light is sufficient.

Walking down the stairs quickly, Kant came to the outside of the Consulate.

The torches are burning, releasing more light. The whole street is like daytime. Kant walked out of the slightly dim hall, and his eyes couldn't even adapt. seconds.

But on the street in front of them, the soldiers who were still bragging and laughing burst into cheers.

"Good evening, laudable Lord Kant!"

"I wish you well, my lord!"

"Great Lord Kant, I am so excited to see you!"

They all looked at Kant fervently, with the highest respect in their eyes, and even when they looked at the king of their own country, they did not have such fervent and reverent eyes, as if they were treating the only belief and reverence in the world and spirit. rely on.

This is a constant loyalty from the system.

There is also the legend of Kant's miracles in Calradia.

"Hello."

Kant nodded and reached out to respond.

With a smile on his face, he walked to his seat and sat down: "Sit down, let's make this banquet more lively." At the same time, he said to Manid and Fatis: "And our new Friends, I hope there is enough food."

"Enough." Manid nodded affirmatively.

In the kitchen, the new desert antelope has been pulled out and roasted. Although there are more than 100 people, the number is definitely enough.

Desert antelopes, which appear at the end of each month, are rich prey resources.

"Let's get started."

Kant stretched out his hand, signaling the start of the banquet.

Suddenly cheers erupted in the mouths of those soldiers, peasants and peasant women.

And the sound of gobbling also appeared instantly. The roast lamb and air-dried meat, as well as sausages, bread and other items on the long table in front of them were torn and smashed by these hungry people.

The lid of the ale was also opened.

One bowl per person.

Although there are not many, and you won't even get drunk, for safety's sake, each person is limited to only one bowl of ale.

No one is allowed to drink too much.

Even Kant set an example. After drinking the malt wine in his own bowl, he did not continue to drink these spirit-numbing beverages. For safety reasons, things with high alcohol content must be restrained.

Danger looms around you, and only the fool will rejoice.

This is a lively banquet.

But it is also a yearning for a better life in the future.

Want to eat this delicious food every day.

In addition to hard work, there are endless brutal fights.

A piece of roasted browned lamb was inserted with a knife, and Kant was dipped in salt sprinkled with crushed spices. It tasted great after the mouth. Take a breath out.

It's a delicious treat, and he loves it.

The banquet ended with excitement.

The peasant women clean up a mess of tables, chairs and grounds.

He doesn't want his sentry oasis to turn into the dirty look inside the stone pass, which is unacceptable to him from modern times, not to mention the poor hygiene conditions, which can lead to plagues.

The Oasis is the only gathering place in the desert.

If there is a plague, there is no way to hide in this place.

So hygiene has always been a key issue emphasized by Kant.

Fatis continued to patrol the city walls before going to bed.

Manid urges the work of boiling salt.

And Jocelyn, the caravan leader who finished the banquet, stopped at the city gate.

Not far away, is his nephew and 12 sentinels as his entourage.

The three carriages took the lead in the return journey, sending more than 500 gnoll slaves that Kant had captured back to Zhivadin.

"Well developed."

Kant stands at the top of the Consulate, next to the 20 Ravenston Rangers.

With a slight smile, he exhorted the rangers: "Although I have arranged for Vicya archers and Swadian crossbowmen to garrison in the attic of the city wall and the arrow tower, your task is still arduous."

"We'll be vigilant~IndoMTL.com~ Rangers firmly answer.

"Very good." Kant nodded.

These Ravenston Rangers are, after all, level 5.

Although it looks like it's only one level away from level 4 units, it's actually a far cry from the dividing line.

Have these rangers stationed at the top of the Consulate, and Kant sleeps comfortably.

Go down the stairs.

Kant returns to his room.

Looking at the dark outside the window, he lay on the bed and thought: "Tomorrow is the day when the caravan set off. This week, all the trivial matters can be sorted out, just wait quietly for those expeditions from the Greymane Kingdom to arrive. ."

Frowning slightly.

Kant's mouth also showed a cold smile.

Whoever wins and who loses, who can gain the hegemony of the Naron Desert, he still has the confidence.