Lord of the Oasis

"Buzzing—"

The bowstring vibrated violently, and the arrows shuttled rapidly through the air.

Under the city wall, the arrow feathers all over the ground bloomed like white flowers, mixed with a strong bloody smell, which became more and more strange.

The strong and burly gnoll warrior strode forward with a howl.

The arrows all over their bodies made them look like hedgehogs. Even if they tried their best to move forward, it was like a flashback. In the end, the continuous rain of arrows could no longer hold on, and they fell heavily to the ground.

"Stop shooting!"

On the city wall, the voice of Fatis sounded.

Arrow towers and city walls, all the long-range units all stopped and were still pulling strings.

And the arrow rain that was dense like a torrential rain also stopped abruptly.

Prohibited by order.

Just outside the city wall, the 100-strong team of jackals that were still lined up in a neat formation had been wiped out by the arrow rain, arrows were sticking all over their bodies, and the seeping blood had dyed the sand behind them red.

The scene was extremely tragic, but the expressions of many soldiers on the city wall were still indifferent.

This is a life-and-death war.

mercy? nonexistent.

They all understand that pity for the enemy is cruelty to themselves!

Just 50 meters away, the 650 archers holding long-range bows and crossbows on the city wall have already let the gnoll warriors know what it means to rain down arrows. Looking at most of the gnolls in the distant sand dunes, these archers quickly checked. The bow and crossbow in his hand, after confirming that his weapon was not damaged in the slightest, continued to draw feather arrows and crossbow arrows from the quiver behind him, and re-ready for shooting.

Standing on the city wall, Kant clenched his fists, and his face was also extremely solemn.

His mouth was dry.

This is the calm before the storm. Those gnolls from the coast of Mannheim will not be timid because of such a dense rain of arrows, nor will they give up the attack because of the stubborn resistance of the "Drehem" fortress.

Both are in the same situation.

Kant and "Drehem" have no way out.

These gnolls from the Greymane Kingdom also have no way out!

"Ow—"

The almost mournful wolf howl was pulled for a long time, containing uncontrollable anger and despair.

More gnoll centurions began to howl.

People's hearts are clenched, just like walking in the night and encountering hungry wolves, the howl seems to cut their hearts and souls, ordinary people will have their legs weak just listening to it, and they can't even stand. stable.

This is a sad song of despair.

Kant looked at the gnoll standing a thousand meters away, his head raised and howling, his breathing was a little short.

Even the compatriots in the Naron Desert, those low-level gnolls cannot send it out, because this is the grief of the Ming race, the despair of the road ahead, and even if it is broken, it must be completely and decisively!

These gnolls are indeed going to start desperately!

It is also impossible for them not to work hard.

The Greymane Kingdom in the southern part of the Naron Desert, which cost a lot of money and invested countless manpower and material resources to prepare in advance, has been completely destroyed by Kant.

Such as the Asage of the Salt Mine.

The well of the lower gnoll tribe.

A lowly gnoll scattered throughout the southern deserts.

It is also crucial that it can be used as an outpost, which can be called an oasis of sentry in the enclave!

Kant was exiled by the Principality of Lions in the Naron Desert. Instead, he seemed to have released a real lion, entrenched in the Sentinel Oasis, established the "Drehem" fortress, destroyed the gnoll tribe, and killed Asage.

Intentionally or unintentionally, the layout of the Greymane Kingdom was easily resolved.

It was less than 3 months from Kant to the Nalen Desert.

However, due to the difficulty in transmitting information, the information could not be known in time by the Greymane Kingdom, so these high-level gnolls had no idea at all. The strategic plan they worked so hard to plan was easily erased, and it is very important. , the southern part of the Nalen Desert, where even remorse is impossible.

Because of this ignorance, step by step into the current desperate situation.

Can't go back.

Without food and water for the return journey, insisting on retreating can only be dried into mummified corpses in the desert.

In fact, in order to carry out this strategic plan, they have been planning from beginning to end for nearly 10 years, and even began to plan when the low-level gnolls appeared within their sphere of influence and knew about the human kingdoms in the south.

That's why they hid for so long on the coast of Mannheim, and abandoned most of the interests of Xingchenhai, in order to cross the Naron Desert to the southern edge of the desert bordering the human kingdoms, and successfully develop a colony of the Graymane Kingdom. , as their race's retreat on the coast of Mannheim, as well as the crucial rear.

The arrow had to be fired on the string.

These expedition gnolls had no choice but to attack and fight hard.

This is the only way to live!

"Ow--"

The thousand commander let out a roar of general attack, and the five phalanxes began to advance neatly.

All 2,900 gnolls are soldiers that can be put into the battlefield. Now they launch a general attack. Even if they are exhausted, they were once invincible in the land battle on the coast of Mannheim, and they can crush the heavy infantry phalanx. momentum.

Stepping on the sand layer step by step, the dull sound was like the slow running of a group of heavy cavalry.

The faint sound of "crashing" could be heard incessantly.

It was the crisp sound of chainmails colliding with each other when walking, but it was not pleasant to the ear, more like the god of death holding a small bell, shaking like a toy, waiting for the final harvest of life.

The tentative attack has ended, and now it is a full-scale attack that is brazenly and desperately!

"Everyone!"

At the top of the attic of the city wall, Manid watched the silver-colored troops in front of him slowly press over, and his expression was quite dignified.

He was holding a light crossbow that originally belonged to Kant, commanding the 500 Swadian militiamen standing at the top of the attic to fight, but now he couldn't help but take a half step back, gritted his teeth and shouted at the militiamen beside him Said: "Prepare to shoot!"

The 500 Swadian recruits picked up their crossbows and aimed at the slowly pressing troops in front.

The power of that kind of unity brought great pressure to their hearts.

Not to mention these militias.

Even the battle-tested Vikya archers and Swadian crossbowmen in the city wall attic had their faces slightly changed, and they gritted their teeth with determination that they were ready to go all out.

"Come on." Fatis' breathing was also slightly rapid.

But at this urgent moment, Kant stood directly in front of him and took over his command of the city wall at the same time.

At the same time, he turned his head and instructed him: "Fatis, go to command all our cavalry troops and gather at the south gate. If you find an opportunity, or when the city wall is in crisis, you will lead the charge!"

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