Lord of the Oasis Chapter 6: .Blood in the sunset

It was 5:00 p.m. and it was already dusk.

The west-sloping sun shone down on the dunes, printing a golden patch.

Kant stood at the top of the dune, bathed in the sun behind him like a tide, until it drowned him.

Less than a kilometer ahead is the sentry oasis.

He could see a patch of yellow sand, with some shimmering shimmering twilight.

It is the water source of the sentry oasis, a lake formed by the spouting of springs, but if you look at the area alone, it is only 25 by 6 meters, and it is more accurate to call it a pond.

"It's so beautiful." Kant couldn't help but sigh.

Around this pond, there are many lush desert shrubs and 6 tall poplar trees.

These green vegetation proudly stretched their branches and leaves in the evening sun, as if telling how the yellow sand invaded, and they still fought tenaciously.

The cavalry captain Rowan stood beside him and nodded indifferently: "Yes, it's beautiful."

Kant said calmly: "Then we can't let these gnolls occupy this place."

"Of course." Rowan continued to nod indifferently.

His eyes swept across the sentry oasis, and he had already seen the tents erected around the pond.

There are all kinds of tattered materials, linen, bark, and even hides from hunting, which look completely different from the tents they have set up before.

Because this is the tent of the gnolls, where their tribe lives!

Taking a deep breath, Rowan asked in a deep voice, "Lord Baron, when will we start?"

"Don't worry."

Kant turned his head and looked at the sun behind him, which was still releasing its last mighty power.

It was the dim light of the sun, passing over the two of them, and imprinting the dim yellow of the setting sun on the sentry oasis below, as well as in the gnoll tribe below.

As long as you raise your head from below, the sunlight that seems to be parallel to the dunes will make you unable to open your eyes.

Kant nodded: "It is now."

"Okay." Rowan nodded indifferently, clenching the spear in his hand and quickly retreated down the dune.

Right at the bottom of the dune, 20 fully-armed cavalry of the Principality of Lions are standing there leading their horses. They are fully prepared for battle, and only need orders from Rowan.

An inexorable battle is about to begin, their faces are equally indifferent, and there is resentment deep in their eyes.

They all understand who brought this.

Kant.

The baron of the Lion Principality.

The **** came here to take up the post in the Naluun Desert. He had been trekking for 6 days, but at noon he learned that there was no fresh water for the return trip.

And then they're going to be desperate.

So they will be angry.

"The great **** of war Edmund is watching us."

Rowan came to them and took the reins of his warhorse, his face was very solemn: "Let these inferior races, the gnolls who can only eat sand in the desert know, what is the heroism of the lion principality!" /

"Victory!" The cavalry responded neatly.

The Principality of Lions is established by force, and the gods they believe in are Edmund, the **** of war, who represents war.

So they were not afraid and turned their anger into strength.

"It started."

Kant watched as the 20 cavalrymen turned on their horses, crossed the dunes and rushed towards the sentry oasis.

The hard horseshoe slammed the sand layer heavily, raising the sand and dust in the sky behind him like a whirlwind. Before the gnolls in the sentry oasis could react, they rushed in with their spears fiercely. !

The point of the spear pierced the gnoll's chest under the startled gaze.

Blood flowed out, but the 20 cavalrymen of the Principality of Lions had no intention of giving up their spears.

Gritting his teeth and supporting his arms, he continued to bear these gourd-like gnolls, and continued to rush into the deeper tribe.

They know that what they want to do is to cause even more chaos!

"It's our turn!"

Kant shouted in a deep voice, holding the light crossbow in his hand, and strode forward.

10 Swadian recruits follow him with spears.

Twenty Swadian peasants were deployed on either side with scythes.

Their speed is also not slow, almost trotting, but the murderous feeling in their eyes has been revealed, because for their own territory, the sentry oasis of life in the future, they are bound to win!

"For the Principality of Lions!"

Rowan and the 20 cavalrymen were still rushing towards the depths of the tribe.

The spears in their hands were broken, but they pulled out the long swords around their waists and slashed fiercely at the gnolls who appeared in a hurry.

The raid works surprisingly well.

These gnolls didn't even know they would be attacked by the enemy, and even when there was chaos outside, most of the gnolls stared at their green eyes and stood in confusion.

Even if they want to find the enemy, it is difficult to do so.

Whenever they look to the west side where the screams are coming from, the dim yellow sunlight is shining directly from the top of their heads, and they can't open their eyes at all!

"Da da da da da-"

The sound of the hooves is getting closer and closer, and only then can they find out that it is a human cavalry.

But now, it's too late.

Rowan led his cavalry, raising the long sword in his hand and slashing through the bodies of these gnolls.

Only blood splatters.

These gnolls with long fangs and gray fur finally began to collapse, and a look of fear appeared on their wolf-like heads.

"Stay in formation and follow me!"

The light crossbow in Kant's hand made a light "hum" sound, and a gnoll not far away fell to the ground.

The crossbow bolts on its back have pierced through its spine and into its heart.

But Kant didn't care, his face was grim, his eyes scanned the depths of the gnoll tribe, Rowan and the 19 cavalry of the lion principality were still raging with long swords, continuing to cause panic among these gnolls, spreading the Gore and death.

"Keep dashing!"

Kant drew his short sword and moved forward with 30 soldiers behind him.

The gnoll tribe, which has fallen into chaos, cannot organize an effective counterattack at all, and their advance is very fast.

Countless shrill screams appeared in my ears.

The gnolls are fleeing in all directions.

The old, the young, and those in their prime are all running away in fear.

Confront the sudden appearance of cavalry.

And the Swadian recruits armed with spears.

Memories from ten years ago reappeared in the minds of these gnolls.

That was the slaughter of the Lion Principality.

But it is the worst nightmare of these gnolls!

Even now, these gnolls who have experienced massacres still dare not continue to resist.

"We don't need prisoners."

Kant's voice resounded in the sentry oasis, announcing the tragic end of these gnolls.

The cavalry are still hunting down the fleeing gnolls.

The peasants and recruits of Swadia, around the lakes of the sentry oasis, began to clear the tents of the gnoll tribe, and it was time to clear the battlefield, because they won!

The gnoll, who lost the will to resist, became a lamb that was easily slaughtered.

What's more, these ruthless primitive races can't compare with humans in terms of tactics and weapons and equipment.

The sun sets over the dunes.

The battle is also over.

In the dim sky, the afterglow of the sun is still struggling, releasing the last ray of light as it sinks.

But in the sky, a bright moon is already faintly visible at this time.

A night sky full of stars appeared, and the high temperature during the day seemed to fade away quickly. Even the wind blowing from the depths of the desert brought a chilly chill. After a few hours, the Nalen Desert will enter below zero. 20°C cold.

Of course, it's not that cold yet.

The cavalry came back from the fight just now, and the cool breeze made them feel very comfortable.

"Lord Baron, your territory is in hand."

The cavalry captain Rowan jumped off his horse, his expression still indifferent.

Including him and the cavalry behind him, the linen robes over the chainmail were stained with a large amount of blood, as if dye was spilled on them, which looked quite strange.

There were four or five other unlucky guys who hung up, drooping their arms, or limping.

Apparently the battle wasn't that easy.

Some gnolls erupted under the threat of death, still inflicting light wounds on the cavalry who charged ahead.

"Maybe you can wash the wound first."

Kant looked at the wounded and nodded to Rowan: "If you don't mind, I can bandage you personally. After all, I have learned first aid knowledge on the battlefield from the veterans."

"No need." Rowan directly vetoed.

They are veterans from the barracks themselves. Cleaning and dressing wounds can be done easily by themselves.

The cavalry captain Rowan said to Kant coldly: "We will leave immediately."

The cavalry behind him all looked at Kant indifferently. Even if he lowered his identity so much, he still did not make the cavalry have the slightest favorable impression on his face.

Everyone understands ~IndoMTL.com~ why this battle started.

"Leave now?"

Kant frowned slightly and said helplessly: "This is indeed unexpected, you should rest here for a few days."

And the night in the Narun desert is not a good time.

The low temperature of -20°C can threaten their lives without sufficient warmth.

"We don't need to rest, we will leave immediately after replenishing fresh water."

Wiping the blood on his face, Rowan's voice was not a discussion at all, but an affirmation.

He turned his head and scolded the cavalry behind him: "They are still in a daze? Hurry up and get some water bags and clothes from the carriage. After filling up the water, we are ready to return, so be quick!"

"Understood!" The cavalrymen responded and left at the same time.

The division of labor was clear, and they quickly brought their own tents and warm wool sweaters on the carriage, as well as 5 extra water bladders per person, all of which filled the pond with water.

"Well, I wish you all to go back early and enjoy the light beer in the pub."

Kant shrugged helplessly: "At that time, you may be able to show off about me and today's battle."

Rowan narrowed his eyes, the cavalry behind him looked indifferent.

No one cares about Kant's cold joke. They should be busy with their own business. When everything is ready, they immediately leave the horse, and they don't want to talk to Kant and say goodbye at all.

In their eyes, Kant is no different from a stranger.

"Goodbye."

But Kant still waved goodbye, his face calm.

As a nobleman, a respected baron, he has learned how to be shameless when it matters.

This is the norm of survival for the nobles.