Lord of the Oasis Chapter 139: .Unexpected surrender
"Ow--"
Finally, a gnoll couldn't hold back his hunger and thirst. He ran quickly and continued to rush towards the lake that was full of corpses, and even the water was stained red with blood. He gulps down the **** lake water.
Hundreds of thousands, this group of low-level gnolls continued to swarm up.
The thirst drives them crazy.
Even on the city walls and arrow towers, the Wikia archers and the Swadian crossbowmen kept shooting arrows one after another, so that the arrows and crossbow bolts filled the corpses by the lake, like layers of white Straw, still can't stop that more and more, more and more crowded low-level gnolls drinking water.
Even in order to save on the more advanced conical arrows, the Ravenston Rangers have closed their bows and stopped shooting.
But the rain of arrows fired is much denser.
50 archers and 50 crossbowmen have all gathered on the west wall and arrow tower.
The continuous rain of arrows made the corpses of low-level gnolls everywhere on the shore of the lake 30 meters away. .
This group of low-level gnolls without armor can't stop the arrows and crossbows!
"Crazy."
Manid couldn't help but speak.
The low-level gnolls in the front were shot to death, and those in the back were also scrambling to move forward.
For the sake of drinking water.
Or come into contact with the blood-stained lake water.
This purpose of survival made all the low-level gnolls red-eyed, and the entire queue collapsed completely. , completely dissipated into the invisible.
Cannibalism continues.
The mace slammed into the head of the companion next to him.
Brains burst, blood flowed.
In addition to the rain of arrows overhead, death is everywhere.
Makes them even crazier.
These gnolls are crazy!
Kant stood on the spot, looking calmly at the bank of the **** river below. With the shooting of the archers on the city wall, the gnolls with arrows fell every moment, but there were still More gnolls rushed up, layer upon layer, seemingly fearless, but in the end, even the corpses floated in the lake, and hundreds of people died.
This is a farce.
A laugh-worthy farce.
Kant's face was calm, with a bit of anger in his eyes.
When he saw more and more of these low-level gnolls die, the anger in his heart only increased.
Slightly clenched his fists, Kant said slowly: "This is the enemy I require to strictly ensure the defense. It really didn't make me think that my enemy turned out to be some humble gnolls, garbage that even recruits can contend with."
Manid smiled wryly: "They are indeed vulnerable." He also had nothing to say.
"Yes."
Kant nodded and sighed softly: "It's really vulnerable."
At the beginning, he chose to leave this lake outside the city wall, leaving only the spring water inside the city wall, in order to lure those enemy troops who were extremely short of water after a long journey to come to drink water and take advantage of the city wall and arrow towers , consumes the enemy's living strength.
This is a decision made by him personally.
But I didn't expect it to be so good now.
Physical dehydration drives these gnolls to the point of madness and total irrationality.
It stands to reason that Kant should be happy and appreciate this battle where the enemy is dying, but he can't be happy, because he has no intention of being an opponent to these low-level gnolls at all.
From the campaign where he took over 300 low-level infantry and destroyed the gnoll tribe.
Now that he has more elite troops, why should he regard these lowly gnolls as enemies of life and death?
Prepared by Kant.
It should only be enjoyed by those advanced gnolls!
For Greymane's expedition, those high gnolls from the coast of Mannheim!
"Report back to me when you're done."
Kant turned around and left the top floor of the Consulate without hesitation.
Fatis, not far away, has already prepared with 5 Mamluks and 50 Swadian heavy cavalry, and the charge route is aimed at the low-level jackals who are fighting for water in the lake. person's profile.
Although there are only 50 people, the effect of the charge will not be too bad.
This is not a rivalry between armies.
It's 56 regular heavy cavalry, about to slaughter a group of beggars who have lost the will to fight.
It was a massacre!
The horse's hooves stepped heavily into the sand, and the soft gravel dented instantly, but it brought effective strength to set off the horse's gallop, and its galloping speed was getting faster and faster. In just a few seconds, it rushed over four At a distance of fifty meters, they entered the mode of charging at full speed and slammed into their target heavily!
"Long live Lord Kant!"
Fatis charged at the front, with the knight sword in his hand held high, and charged first.
The sound of horses' hoofs erupted behind him, and even when he stepped on the sand layer, there was a roar like faint thunder and lightning.
The 5 Mamluks guarded the Fatis on both sides, while the 50 Swadian heavy cavalry behind him lined up in order, shoulder to shoulder, stepping on a neat charging pace, and violently began to charge and crush .
The crushing of heavy cavalry against light infantry!
"Boom bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang-"
The fully armored warhorse easily knocked away the gnolls who couldn't dodge.
The sharp lance easily pierced through the guy who was trying to resist.
The warhorse under the crotch stepped, the horseshoe stepped heavily on the corpse, and the muscles were broken. Even if there were still unlucky ghosts alive, they had lost their life completely because of the continuous horseshoes and spitting blood.
The most straightforward, perhaps the guy whose head was directly stomped on by a horse's hoof.
At least don't suffer!
The power of this charge, even the well-made lances, could not hold up, and they were broken.
But whether it was the Mamluks or the Swadian heavy cavalry, they didn't care at all. They pulled out their two-handed iron rods and mace, and headed towards the low-level gnolls who were scrambling for a way out in a panic. Waving and smashing it.
The heads are sunken in, and the brains are directly smashed and splashed out.
A gnoll with a height of more than 2 meters seems to be the best target. It is not necessary for these heavy cavalry to bend over. They only need to wave their arms to complete the kills one by one.
As for the counterattack of those lesser gnolls.
A beggar who hasn't had enough water for a long time can't break the chain armor's defense even if he raises his mace!
For a while.
The 56-man heavy cavalry force was slaughtering thousands of gnolls.
Following the horseshoe's path, there are **** corpses that have fallen and been trampled everywhere.
【Deterrence of the enemy】flying.
The golden lion on the red background is like coming to life.
This is the feature being activated.
Looking at the gnolls that are collapsing more and more thoroughly, you can see that their morale has been reduced to the bottom of terror, even close to the bottom line, and they have no intention of continuing to resist, and only know to flee aimlessly.
Fearing, like the deepest abyss, they are opening their bloodthirsty mouths towards them.
As Kant said, this cannot be a battle.
Just slaughter.
And in the dunes on the west side, the 300 gnoll pirates who left as soon as possible and broke away from those lower ethnic groups, their faces have become gloomy, raised their tomahawks in both hands, gathered together, breathing rapid.
Desert bandits have surrounded this group of gnoll pirates.
80 light cavalry, surrounded by 300 heavy infantry, a bit ridiculous.
But it is.
When these gnolls wear chainmail and have two-handed tomahawks in their hands, they can tell they are elite gnolls by their appearance, and they are stared at by desert robbers. When they escape quietly, they will be surrounded by people. got them.
Not far away, several short javelins were inserted into the sand, which did not appear to have done any good.
Still let these gnoll pirates dare not do anything.
Because in their queue, 2 companions are sitting on the ground, the chest and lower abdomen, 2 short javelins have been deeply pierced, and the chain mail they are wearing has not played any role. effect.
Because of the huge inertia contained in the short javelin, the wound was stabbed so deeply that I didn't dare to pull it out.
These gnoll pirates have a lot of experience in the sea of stars.
Of course, if you pull out these javelins that pierce your body at this time, it will definitely cause massive bleeding. If you don't prepare, it will kill people.
But there's nothing they can do.
The pirate chief has tyranny and despair in his eyes.
Same for other pirates.
Looking at the desert robbers, they have noticed that these humans on war horses have become so strong, so fast, and so terrifying in lethality!
Even the elves riding the moon deer are not as fast as these human cavalry!
"These humans...how are they different."
Endless doubts arose in the hearts of the gnoll pirates, but this doubt made them more and more desperate.
After walking a distance of more than ten meters, they wanted to rush over to fight, but these human cavalry did not give them this opportunity to approach at all. Let their 2 comrades lose their combat effectiveness in an instant, and there may be the possibility of death.
They want to go, but these desert robbers ride their horses around them~IndoMTL.com~ It feels like a pack of wolves.
As long as there is any chance, they will pounce on them and bite a piece of meat fiercely. Every time they throw a javelin, a pirate comrade who gets along with each other will fall down, waiting for the countdown to death.
Common cavalry tactic from the Khugeites that can overwhelm all infantry.
Now the gnoll pirates are restless and desperate and have no choice.
Because when they moved, revealing vacancies and flaws, it was the dozen short javelins that roared, piercing their armor, and humiliating the elite pirates who used to be brave and skilled in the sea of stars.
In a short period of time, more than a dozen gnoll pirates were shot down by short javelins.
"Humanity...we surrender!"
The pirate leader looked at his subordinates, who were full of despair and had no hope, but he sighed softly, swallowed his saliva, and said in a hoarse, smoking voice: "We surrendered... "