Lord of the Oasis Chapter 388: .interlaced at night

The troops set off, and the knights and squires of Fort Avilés lined up and galloped down the muddy and rugged dirt track.

The five horse-riding militiamen from Nali Village led the way. The group moved very fast. It didn't take long for the outline of Nali Village on the plain to come into view, including the grain drying yard, where the piles of bonfires reflected. Temporary camp.

The stars released a soft light, mixed with the bright moonlight, and the whole earth was shrouded in tulle.

The march of night is unhindered and troubled.

There is plenty of light.

What's more, as the knight attendants of Aviles Fort, the daily food quota they get is high-quality food, and there is no shortage of fresh meat and various fruits, so they do not suffer from night blindness like the poor.

In today's feudal era, the poor suffer from night blindness caused by lack of vitamins.

This is especially true in the most barren Northern Territory.

Of course, in comparison, the East County Leader and the South County Leader are much better.

After all, according to what scholars have seen and heard, the more prosperous free people in these two counties live much happier lives than the small squires, small landlords, and small businessmen in the northern county. Perhaps the difference is only the size of their rights. .

Only in the current era, no one cares about this, let alone the so-called human rights and living guarantees.

Civilians with an average life expectancy of less than 45 don't think much of it.

To survive is the greatest desire!

Viscount Gibran is already 67 years old, and he is also an old man in the Principality of Lions, but now he is still the backbone of the East County Territory. With the maintenance and exercise on weekdays, it is not completely twilight.

This is considered a long-lived person among the nobles, and a happy old age without serious injury or illness.

Ride the horse forward.

Ahead are dark buildings lining the plain.

It is the village of Nali, which belongs to Fort Avilés. It is not large in size, but it has all the internal organs. Occasionally, lights shine through the windows of the houses, which adds a bit of popularity to this quiet night.

But most conspicuous are the dozens of tents lit by piles of bonfires on the grain drying yard in front of the village.

It looks like a large team is stationed.

"Stop moving forward."

Viscount Gibran tightened the reins at this time, and the right hand holding the whip has also been raised.

Behind, many knight attendants restrained the reins one after another, controlling the warhorses under their crotch to slow down. Although there were more than 300 people, they were all orderly and orderly when they stopped, without the slightest panic.

Viscount Gibran nodded with satisfaction, after all, they were the servants he had carefully trained.

"Adult."

Bertram rode close.

Slightly puzzled, obviously puzzled by the order to stop advancing, he asked, "How many miles away from Nali Village, we will stop advancing here, I am afraid that it will take a moment to rush past. around the clock."

This is still in the wilderness, and the distance from Nali Village has to pass through a reclaimed farmland.

Viscount Gibran did not explain much, just said: "Lead the horse over."

"This..."

Not to mention Bertram, even the other three great knights hesitated.

It's not that close.

Now I'm wearing a full set of chain mail and chain mail, walking all the way, not to mention the excessive physical exertion in the place, just say that such a rugged dirt road, if it is smashed to the feet, it will be troublesome.

Although they are well-trained, most of them are fighting skills such as horsemanship, spearmanship, and swordsmanship.

Not much for a walking trek.

Aristocrats are all horses.

Only the humble poor and civilian armed, or those wandering mercenaries will walk, and all the civilians with a little money, rich free people, will buy their own pack horses to travel.

"Let's go."

Viscount Gibran did not mean to explain.

He immediately turned over and dismounted, and walked forward with his beloved horse. He was actually walking on this rugged dirt road, and strode towards Nali Village by the stars and moonlight.

Behind him, Bertram and his three senior brothers, all helplessly, also got off their horses and followed on foot.

Including the knight attendants in the rear.

All on foot.

The sound of footsteps was loud, but it was much quieter than the galloping horses in droves.

Especially at night, when they walk forward, not only the sound is low, but if they listen carefully, they can detect abnormal sounds around them in advance, and the concealment is greatly improved.

This is what Viscount Gibran meant, and he was curious.

Barbarian He knows something.

But being able to disguise as a mercenary is the first time.

If he simply went for a raid, Viscount Gibran was very familiar, but for the long-term stability of the Eastern County and the security of the western border, he decided to investigate and get the information he wanted.

If those savages really learned too much knowledge from the Lion Principality and the Silver Plate Kingdom, that's something to worry about.

As the only Viscount of the Eastern County Territory, Gibran will never show mercy.

The killing will bloom.

And will also kill towards the higher wasteland in the west.

When they united and began to learn all kinds of knowledge toward the human compatriots in the Principality of Lions, these barbarians were no longer the barbarians they once were, but civilized people who were about to become civilized.

At that time, the lion's Principality's East Commandery, which is bordered by most of the region, will usher in a new enemy.

This is really dangerous.

Approaching Nari Village gradually.

Looking at the bonfire ahead, the group moved forward quietly, their footsteps a little lighter.

The left hand is holding the reins, while the right hand is already on the hilt of the sword, and it is drawn out a little. Under the shining of the stars and moonlight, it emits a faint cold light, which is very terrifying.

Viscount Gibran, including all the knights, actually didn't let up.

I have prepared for the worst.

This is their traditional concern.

When the main force of the Silver Plate Kingdom was defeated in a **** battle on the north bank of the Reisniston River, it was only with full energy and preparation that he finally won the battle and achieved success.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

Now they don't have the slightest sloppiness.

A generation of famous generals in the East County, Viscount Gibran's reputation is by no means a vain name!

It's just that they were discovered quickly.

Pulling out a small half-length sword, it shone with cold light in the moonlight, like pieces of tiny glass mirrors. The desert robbers who had keen eyes and were vigilant against the East County Leader could perceive the strangeness from a distance. .

Although camped at the grain drying yard next to the village, vigilance is essential.

There are also many bright and dark ones.

It's all on a rotational basis.

When someone first noticed the abnormal reflection in the distance, they had already reported it.

The number of bright posts was reduced, and the patrol team disappeared in the tents. Only a few people seemed to be standing guard lazily, but in fact, they were all relying on obstacles and could get down at any time to avoid long-range attacks such as bows and arrows.

As for the dark whistle, it has all shrunk and hid inside the outer tent.

Even all sleeping personnel are awakened.

Left glove wears a skinned Buckler.

Right hands are holding their respective spears or machetes.

All of them curled up in the tent, but they could kick their legs and rush out of the tent at any time, brazenly launching a counter-charge, so that any enemy who dared to sneak attack on them in the dark would receive an unexpected counterattack.

Even Kant in the middle of the makeshift camp has woken up, wearing a linen robe over a chainmail coat.

A group of lion knights and lion attendants are also guarding the surroundings.

No problem with security.

There are 30 Sarion Lion Knights, and even the lion principality can't make up so many great knights.

Large-scale army battles may be a little bad, they also have to avoid the deadly rain of arrows, but small-scale military conflicts are the best place for them to play.

Just like now.

Although the desert robber elites are ready.

But these 6th-level great knights and 5th-level lion servants were equally prepared.

Only 80 of them are enough to **** Kant out, and they can take advantage of the night to slaughter all the more than 300 riders who came quietly, and they will never suffer too many casualties.

Kant was more cautious, and ordered in a deep voice: "Go on, stay alert, and wait for orders."

"Yes!"

The Sarion lion squire in chain mail nodded immediately.

At this time, they were the messengers, they left the tent lightly, walked quickly in the dark place where the bonfire could not shine, and conveyed Kant's order at the same time, so that everyone could make arrangements after receiving the order~IndoMTL.com~ At this time, the commander of the front row is naturally Rolfe.

He's in the tent at the front.

Through the gap, I looked at the cold light that flashed from time to time outside, and my eyes were also cold.

Especially looking at the village next to him, he couldn't help snorting coldly: "It seems that this Nali village is not an honest village, but a vicious bandit den."

Sleeping in a village is the way to go.

But at night in the village, a ghostly army approached.

Not only did he draw out his weapon, but he quietly touched it. If he wasn't a robber, he wouldn't be a good person.

Rolf is not a good general. Once in Calradia, he was a notorious villain and nobleman, specializing in solving problems for certain forces, such as bribing the informants in the village and killing them halfway in the dark , is equally commonplace.

Money moves people, not to mention the poor farmers in these villages.

"Prepare for Lao Tzu."

Rolf grinned.

Turn his head to look at the elite group of gangsters next to him, and scolded in a deep voice: "Lord Kant naturally said that those guys wouldn't make a sneak attack, so we don't need to attack, but those guys are obviously charging, so let me use them first. Your short javelins say hello for a round!"

"Understood!" The desert robbers replied in a low voice.

While speaking.

The spear and scimitar in his hand have also been replaced with a short javelin.

ps: Recommend a friend's "Legendary Psion", dnd flow novel. Mages are incomparable materialists, and they always want to use a set of absolutely correct formulas to interpret the world. But they also have to admit that there are some things they can't interpret - like those shining lights that lurk in the deepest part of everyone's heart.

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