Lord of the Oasis Chapter 4: .Psychological game

After fighting, the cavalry, already hot and sweating, walked down the dunes.

The peasants and recruits of Swadia are also headed towards the makeshift camp under the dunes, where they want their unfinished lunches and new chores.

But on the dunes, Kant was still standing under the scorching sun.

He is staring at the oasis of sentry on the horizon, the place of his fief, a place with fresh water.

"Some, troublesome."

Kant exhaled slowly, his eyes dignified.

Sweeping the side of the dunes, the corpses of the gnolls who had not been restrained, these despicable creatures that had died, still brought him a strong inner pressure.

Found the gnoll so close to the Sentinel Oasis.

The consequences are self-evident.

Kant couldn't help but bow his head and smile bitterly: "If you think about it, you know that the Sentinel Oasis cannot be barren forever."

The siege of the Lion Principality ten years ago was short-lived, and the gnoll tribes were back and re-occupied the Sentinel Oasis.

And according to the more than 50 gnolls they killed.

The number of the gnoll tribe that re-occupied the sentry oasis will definitely not be less than 300, and even the number of gnolls in the entire tribe is even more.

"What to do?"

Thinking of this, Kant felt a little pain in his head.

[Ding… Temporary task release]

[Temporary mission: exterminate the gnoll tribe]

[Reward: Desert Bandit Stronghold × 1]

[Introduction: The Sentinel Oasis is the pearl of the southern Narun Desert, but now there is a tribe of gnolls. These murderous races have defiled the beauty of the oasis, and as the future lord of the Naron Desert, you need to exterminate them. ]

Just when he didn't know what to do, the system prompt sounded.

On the retina, the system dialog has also been shown, which is a temporary task from the system release.

"Exterminate... the gnoll tribe?"

Kant repeated the mission requirements silently, but there was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

Even if there is no system quest, he still has to kill the gnoll tribe occupying the sentry oasis.

After all, in the southern part of the Nalen Desert, the Sentinel Oasis is basically the only oasis and the only place with water sources. If this area cannot be captured in a short time, waiting for Kant will be a miserable retreat.

According to the fresh water reserves that have reached the red line, whether they can return to the Principality of Lions alive is still in question.

In fact, even if he goes back, it is still a question for Kant, the youngest son of the duke, who is in an awkward position, whether he can continue to live in peace.

There are many people who don't want him to go back, it's better to die in the desert.

Kant couldn't help but grit his teeth, but he could only walk down the dune in silence.

The gnoll tribe, which numbered at least 300, was definitely dangerous for them.

If one is not observed, the whole army may even be wiped out.

In the battle just now, 50 gnolls were killed by them. The reason was that the system first reminded Kant, and with the help of the opponent's sneak attack, they in turn caught these gnolls by surprise!

What's more, the 20 cavalrymen of the Principality of Lions are already elite troops.

If you fight to the death, even a gnoll tribe of 300 people will have to lose a lot to destroy them.

"Maybe try."

Kant raised his head and looked at the shadows that were shadowing in the tent.

Her eyes narrowed slightly.

Whether or not the Sentinel Oasis can be captured is not actually on the Swadian recruits who have just been upgraded and are still young.

It is the cavalry of these 20 lion principalities!

"I know you will never agree, but I'm sorry, I can't help it."

Kant's face was calm, and he already had a plan in his heart.

Yes, these cavalrymen are loyal to Cameron, Duke of the Lion, and only have blood respect for Kant. In the actual combat command, they have the final say.

But Kant understands that since he can't command these cavalry to go all out, he must use reality to force these cavalry to go all out!

In the Naron Desert, there is only one reason for wanting to work hard.

- Water.

Without this thing, they can't help but work hard.

"Don't blame me." Kant was calm, but there was a hint of indifference in the depths of his eyes.

There is no trust between people.

Kant was supposed to walk toward the tent, but instead turned a corner and walked toward the carriage.

The surrounding Swadian farmers are busy.

The cavalry of the Lion Principality in the tent were also laughing happily, as if they were telling a joke.

No one noticed him.

Or rather, no outsider noticed him.

"Adult."

Two Swadian peasants guard the wagon's cargo.

"Quiet." Kant raised his hand, motioning them to mute.

Immediately afterwards, he opened the bottom plugs of all the water storage barrels on the carriage.

"gudonggudong..."

The clear fresh water quickly sprinkled along the small mouth on the ground composed of gravel. Within a few minutes, the wooden barrels on the entire water storage carriage were all empty, and there was not much water left, which completely added to this barren desert. A bit wet.

"Our water is all gone."

Looking at the two Swadian peasants who looked dazed, Kant said lightly, "Do you understand?"

"Yes, my lord." They responded.

"Very good."

With no expression on his face, Kant returned to his tent as usual.

Except for the Swadian peasants and recruits along the way, no cavalry from the Principality of Lions saw him go to the carriage.

But these cavalrymen would never have imagined that there was not a drop of water that could last three days.

If you run out of water, you will die.

If you want to survive, then go and fight with those gnolls.

This is Kant's plan, to persecute the cavalry of these lion principalities, obey his arrangements and go all out!

No drug, no husband.

Coming to this backward and mysterious world, Kant, as the youngest son of the Duke, has learned how to make the best use of others, which is a commonplace trifle for him in the aristocratic class.

If Kant didn't take advantage of these cavalry, he didn't think that these cavalry would be left desperate because of their status.

No one would foolishly work for someone else, let alone a baron who was exiled.

"Adult."

While Kant was meditating, a peasant in charge of cooking lifted the curtain with a wooden tray: "Lunch is ready."

"Well." Kant nodded and looked.

On a wooden plate are three slices of white bread, a small half of a smoked chicken, and three spoonfuls of stewed air-dried meat with rich black pepper.

This is a delicacy that can only be enjoyed by a baron.

White bread and black pepper are luxurious foods and condiments, not to mention their followers and cavalry, even in the Principality of Lions, those low-level nobles with small territories and poor fiefs can't afford it Spices and excellent fluffy white bread.

They all eat brown bread with wheat bran mixed with flour, and simple stewed air-dried meat.

"Black pepper stewed air-dried meat."

Kant took the plate and asked, "If I remember correctly, we should not have enough fresh water."

"Yes, but we're getting to the Sentinel Oasis, where there's plenty of fresh water," the farmer replied.

"I see."

Nodding, Kant said lightly, "Go and tell Captain Rowan to come to my tent after lunch."

"Yes sir." The farmer replied respectfully and left the tent.

Kant ate his lunch with a wooden spoon.

The white bread is soft and delicious, and the butler of the Lion Castle provided him with the best food before leaving. The same is true of those black peppers. As a noble, Kant, even if he is exiled, also represents the blood and honor of Cameron, the Duke of Lions.

A baron is always a baron, and deserves the decency.

At least now Kant doesn't have to worry about bad food. Compared to those cavalry and peasants, he eats quite well.

"Unfortunately, I won't be able to eat it in the future."

Using white bread to sip the last bit of soup clean in his mouth, Kant chewed and swallowed.

It's exactly ten minutes for lunch.

He heard footsteps outside the tent, and the leather boots smashed the slightly dry surface of the sand, sinking into the dullness of the dunes.

Obviously, Rowan is here~IndoMTL.com~ Lord Baron, I heard that you are looking for me? "

Captain Rowan's voice appeared outside the tent, with a bit of respect, but also a bit of impatience.

"Please come in." Kant's voice was calm, and he didn't seem to notice it.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, Rowan stooped and got in, looked at Kant, with a slight smile on his face: "Lord Baron, we are about to arrive at the sentry oasis, do you have any other arrangements?"

But before Kant could answer, he continued: "If there is no problem, we will leave."

"Leave?"

Kant seemed a little puzzled, looked at Rowan and asked, "Shouldn't we go to the sentry oasis?"

The destination is in sight, and Rowan has no patience to continue trudging in this harsh desert, and he is equally impatient to accompany the exiled baron to continue his post.

What's more, as the captain of the cavalry, Rowan has experienced many wars, how can he not understand?

"My lord, my cavalry can't wait."

He took a deep look at Kant and said in a normal tone: "I will ask you for them. If possible, we hope to get some drinking water, and we will start the return journey now."

This is a request for determination, not a request for discussion.

Already bordering on rude.

It also represents the current attitude of Rowan and those cavalry, which is almost out of control!

"Of course, if you want."

To Rowan's surprise, Kant nodded happily and thanked: "This journey also depends on your protection, which is worthy of gratitude."

"This is what we should do." Rowan nodded with a smile.

But next, Kant's words changed his face: "It's just our water, not much."