Lord of the Oasis Chapter 154: .Another attack

The Swadian crossbowman slammed down the khaki clay pot.

It hit the head of the Gnoll at the front, and it shattered into countless pieces.

Amber-colored oil splattered with the broken pottery in an instant, but more oil was splashed on the corpse ladder outside the city wall, as well as those who were still stepping on the corpses of their companions. Howling on the gnoll climbing up.

The torch is thrown straight out the window.

In just a moment, the oil-soaked corpse stairs burst into flames.

The heat wave is extremely stressful.

The flames were spreading, and the linen robes and hair on the corpses contributed to the fire. The crackling sound continued, and the fire became more violent with the smashing of several cans of oil. A large amount of flames burned, causing the gnolls who were still climbing below to start retreating with a miserable howl.

The fear of fire is imprinted deep in the soul, even these gnolls.

The fire spread, and the raging flames caused a rolling heat wave.

The gnoll who was still surrounded by the bottom, with bloodshot eyes, had regained a little clarity in time. He was timid and did not dare to continue to climb the corpse stairs covered in flames, but he subconsciously retreated.

The siege was thwarted, and the gnoll's offensive weakened.

Brumbling and then bulging and waning.

As the madness fades away, so does fear in these gnolls.

No one wants to continue to die, and no one wants to climb the still-burning corpse ladder.

“Ow—”

A mournful wolf howl appeared, the commander's order to retreat.

The entire gnoll army is no longer enough to continue the previous crazy attack. When the offensive is frustrated and the violent attack fails, it is a wise choice to temporarily retreat, otherwise the morale of the army will be seriously low as the attack cannot be continued for a long time. Under the threat of , the original madness will also turn into a desperate situation that completely loses hope, which will directly lead to the collapse of all members.

The troops of the expeditionary force began to retreat. Before 30 minutes of siege time, they dropped the bodies of more than 600 companions and retreated in great strides. The original neat formation had already begun to form. scattered traces.

The wild gnoll offensive dissipated.

The archers in the attic of the city wall suddenly felt that the pressure they were facing was instantly relieved, and they secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But these crossbowmen have not let up. The longbow and crossbow in their hands are still shooting arrows one after another. Even the Swadian militiamen holding hunting crossbows at the top of the attic are also shooting arrows again and again. Shoot out, chasing the retreating troops.

Now is the time to beat the underdogs and take advantage of the opportunity to kill the enemy's living force!

The "whoosh" sound of breaking through the air is still shrill.

These gnoll troops quickly retreated, but they still threw more than 30 corpses in the retreat, and finally left 200 meters away, which is considered to have completely left the city wall, beyond the effective shooting distance of those human shooters.

Kant looked at the gnolls who had returned to the bottom of the dunes and began to rearrange the army, and the awe in his eyes eased slightly.

This means that the opponent will not continue to attack for the time being.

At least one needs to stabilize morale and re-encourage these desperate gnolls before they can attack the city again, but even so, the troops who have been frustrated in the siege, want to continue to enter that forgetful, only know how to climb up desperately Climbing, even if it becomes a corpse, is a crazy state of being used as a stepping stone for companions, and it is impossible to appear again.

Thinking of the madness that sacrificed his life, the depths of Kant's eyes were a bit impressive.

He turned his head slightly, and the golden lion with a red background was flying behind him.

Kant perceives a fact.

Just as the group of gnolls attacked frantically, this banner, which can be called a battlefield artifact, failed to successfully reduce the morale of the opponent. Whether it was the first round of morale reduction, or the morale reduction as the number of casualties increased, it was very important. Difficulty, just like these gnolls who have fallen into a state of madness, simply cannot reduce their morale.

Only when the attack was frustrated and they retreated, did they finally succeed in reducing the morale of some gnolls, but the reduction was not strong at all, and it did not even cause the enemy's troops to fall into a state of low morale.

"In madness, will it automatically keep morale constant and can't be cut?"

Kant quickly concluded that his guess was accurate.

It's just that this accurate conclusion is not a good thing, and he can't help but sigh.

He turned his head to look at the archers who were mobilizing their arms and massaging their arm muscles, and his mind calmed down a little. After all, his soldiers fought back brazenly, and they were not afraid of the opponent's madness at all, which made him quite gratified.

"Go ahead and be vigilant, the enemy won't give us too long."

Kant gave the order to the messenger, then turned and walked towards the stairs.

Instead of leaving the city walls, he climbed up to the top of the attic and watched the rows of Swadian militiamen resting on the ground. He found Manid, who was still busy, and asked, "How are you doing here? like.”

"Everything is fine." Manid saluted, but still said solemnly: "It's just that there are not enough crossbow arrows."

"So soon?" Kant frowned.

Manid sighed: "That's right, in the battle just now, these militiamen shot all their quivers. After all, these militiamen only had 20 crossbow arrows in their quivers, and they couldn't maintain the high-intensity defense at all. city ​​battle."

"I see." Kant nodded, and Manid was telling the truth.

It's not just these Swadian militias, presumably.

Even for other bowmen, the quiver should be empty by now, and there are not many left.

In the frantic siege just now, the archers played an absolute role. The 600+ gnoll corpses below were almost all caused by these archers, and the retreating gnolls were very large. Some people also have wounds that are not serious or serious. If there is no dense arrow rain, this situation will never be caused.

After a little thought, Kant said, "This problem is easy to solve."

"That's great." Manid breathed a sigh of relief.

Kant's solution to the problem is, of course, the [Ammo Replenishment Technique × 3] obtained in the previous lottery.

Thinking communication system.

With his affirmation, the golden card in his mind suddenly scattered.

The number of suffixes has also changed from 3 to 2.

But just below the city walls, inside and outside the arrow towers, in the quivers of the Vician archers, Reston Rangers, Swadian crossbowmen, and Swadian militias, the data stream began to spread and drift, blinking an eye. The kung fu, instantly became re-inflated.

The feather arrows are inserted in the quiver in an orderly manner, and the crossbow arrows are neatly stacked in the quiver.

All ammo for bowmen is restored.

But Kant frowned slightly.

Although the arrows have all recovered to the previous number, the physical strength of these archers has gone through a lot of consumption, especially the archers who need to draw bows to shoot arrows, fierce wars, and continuous shooting of bows and arrows~IndoMTL. com~ will seriously strain the arm muscles.

At this time, Kant missed the salvo card that he had used up.

After all, 500 Vicia marksmen fired 3 salvos, covered with arrows, and could kill a large number of gnolls in an instant.

“Ow—”

At this moment, the mournful wolf howl reappeared.

The Swadian militiamen who were still sitting at the top of the attic all stood up again, with their hunting crossbows aimed at the outside world, their faces still indifferent, and their determination to guard their homes.

Manid is holding a light crossbow, his face is solemn: "This attack may be more crazy."

The gnolls howled loudly.

These guys, who have been re-energized, have completely turned into outlaws.

The stairs of the corpse are still burning, but the foundation still remains under the city wall to form a slope. As long as you rush up against the arrow rain and continue to raise the slope, the gnolls behind can even roll directly into the city wall from the window. go up.

At that time, there will be a fierce battle for the city wall.

This is the most direct hand-to-hand combat, but for bowmen who are not good at melee combat, it is their own weakness.

Playing against a 2.3-meter strong gnoll is like hitting a stone with an egg.

"I already have an arrangement."

Kant narrowed his eyes slightly, and his eyes showed a little bit of ferocity.

But he wouldn't use this arrangement until the end. He turned around and walked into the attic, while exhorting Manid: "If the city wall below begins to fall, you and the militia you lead will immediately leave the other stairs. On the top floor of the attic, line up with those Swadian infantry behind the city gate, and fight in the street!"

"Understood!" Manid nodded.

"Hmm." Kant turned and walked down the stairs, back to the attic of the city wall.

Under the sand dunes not far away.

The gnolls rearranged and started to attack again.