The battle ended just before noon.

The sun is scorching.

The rich smell of blood spreads with the heat.

Outside the walls on the west side, the corpses of jackals littered with arrows were everywhere, trampled by horses' hooves, like torn sacks, still lying at the edge of the lake.

Layer upon layer, like a jackal's slaughterhouse.

This is the corpse of nearly a thousand people.

The blood collects into a stream and flows down the soil beside the lake into the stream, so that the small lake, which should be called a pond, is dyed red throughout, and the canals that run through it enter the agricultural area, infecting the reclaimed wheat fields with layers of blood.

Everywhere was a bright and bewitching red, the blood that had only gathered from the corpses of countless jackals.

Brutal battlefields.

But at this time, there were no fighting troops.

Only the peasants from Swadia were holding their long-handled scythes and mending the corpse of the jackal on the ground, the scythe was shining with cold light, it had been sharpened, and when they pressed the throat, they cut the fragile throat and the muscles entirely, and carried Bai Sensen's cervical vertebrae, which was extremely terrifying.

Since he has fallen, then he will die quietly, and there is no need to get up.

Because Master Kant has already issued an order.

The fortress of "Drehem" does not need seriously wounded people of no value, and sending them away and giving them a good time is the only thing these good-hearted and simple peasants can do.

Oh yes.

It is also necessary to salvage all the corpses floating in the lake.

Rather than being left behind as a source of plague, these snolls were chopped up with long-handled scythes and buried in the fertile grass flats of the land, where the microorganisms contained quickly decomposed the fragments.

As long as there is sufficient water for irrigation.

After a month, a more dense grass will reappear on the 5 acres of grassy beach.

The young leaves and stems of the grass are the favorite green fodder for livestock.

But regrettably, the 5 acres of date palm grove that was originally in the northern part of the agricultural area and doubled as a spinning forest have all been cut down at this time, and the barren sandy land is bare with wooden stakes but no greenery.

It is difficult to grow date palms of this size.

It takes at least 5-10 years for a seedling to grow from a seedling to an adult tree.

It's a pity indeed.

Not far away, all the infantrymen who were responsible for escorting the captives looked at the bare date palm forest with a little annoyance, and when they were depressed, some people directly took out their scabbards and slapped the cheeks of those jackal captives.

The scabbard touched his cheek with a muffled "bang", and his arm was so hard that his lips were twitched in a few moments.

What's more, even the fangs have been directly removed.

37 Swadia light infantry, 50 Swadia infantry, although the number is only 87 people, but the elite power of the fully armed elite, but the intimidating jackals dare not speak out, obediently bow their heads and walk forward one by one.

These gnolloll captives had already had their hands bound with flax ropes.

In fact, he has no ability to resist.

The captives were captured, but for nearly a month, they did not have enough water and food.

Exhausted, to the limit of falling.

It is estimated that it is not the patience talent of the jackals, who have already starved to death or died of thirst.

When Kant occupied the sentry oasis, exterminated the tribes, and filled the wells, three desperate steps, these low-level gnolls completely lost their place to be supplied.

Although it can be replenished with water through other places.

You can live by eating the corpses of your own kind.

But thousands of gnolls have been able to hold on until now, absolutely to the limit.

The option of surrender, in their stupid minds, is not an unoptional option.

And so they really surrendered.

Lying in the desert, exposing their soft bellies and fragile throats, they are like their own kindred, and the defeated tribe will show their submission in the struggle for a certain water source.

If you're lucky, they'll be merged into the winner's clan.

If you're unlucky, it's food.

The Gnoll's recipes range from a wide range of ingredients to include their living kind.

This is their rule of survival.

But just outside the escort of these Swadia infantrymen, there were heavy cavalrymen on horseback, fully armored and staring at them coldly, warning the group of gnolls who chose to become prisoners not to do any tricks.

Just half an hour ago.

These heavily armed iron riders swept across the battlefield like a rake.

If it weren't for the fact that they surrendered quickly enough, the heavy cavalry would be severely outnumbered.

It is estimated that the corpses of jackals under the horse's hooves will be able to cover the desert by then!

For the enemy who dared to invade the sentry oasis, these heavy cavalry did not have the slightest possibility of leaving their hands, and the two-handed iron staff and mace in their hands directly hit the back of the head.

Although it was a blunt blow, it turned into a fatal blow with the shattered skull.

These heavy cavalry also had prisoners behind them.

It's the desert bandits.

They held close to 300 captives, but they were clearly different from the dirty-haired gnolls around them.

Even the linen robe on his body is clean and tidy.

These are the captured High Gnolls, the first advance party of pirates to arrive here from the Graymane Kingdom.

But now there is no difference from their humble fellow low-level gnolls.

If the gnolls and pirates were slow, the desert bandits on horseback swung their scimitars and slashed the back of their knives on the heads or shoulders of the group, viciously making them continue walking.

There are also jackals and pirates who are unruly and angry at the desert bandits who beat people.

It's just that this angry gaze is not exchanged for appreciation of backbone.

It's a scabbard that has been drawn again!

The hussars approached, found the gnolls who dared to look at them angrily, raised their scabbards and slammed them at their cheeks, and gave them several blows until their lips cracked, blood gushed from their mouths and noses, and most of their teeth were removed.

These desert bandits are not good people.

Those who dared to resist and wanted to break free from the ropes that bound their hands, and in response to these brave ones were the reversed scimitars, no longer with a scabbard and a back, but with a sharp blade.

From top to bottom, one cut in two.

The head fell to the ground and rolled around a few times before the body collapsed, twitching and spurting blood from its neck.

The eyes are dead.

Then it was trampled by the powerful iron hooves of the desert horse and burst open like a watermelon.

For the gnolls who had surrendered, such a cruel method did not provoke resistance, but made this group of frightened captives more cautious, completely abandoning their inner bravery, becoming soulless walking corpses who only knew how to obey, and became basically qualified captives so far.

Inside the Consulate.

Kant sat in his place, his face rather ugly.

His fingers tapped quickly on the table, and his mood was even worse, even if the task had given a dialog box for the task to be completed, Kant was still depressed, and he didn't have the slightest idea of being happy.

【Ding... After your bloody battles, you have finally completed your mission. 】

[Temporary Mission: Dark Tide Coming]

[Reward: 10,000 Dinars]

[Introduction: First of all, congratulations on winning this battle, like a solid reef to block the surging dark tide.] But you think this is the end? No, mind you, this is the beginning! Honorable lord, this is only the first wave to appear, and there are more and more terrifying waves that follow. Don't be proud of this victory, be careful! 】

The system dialog floats on the retina.

Kant frowned slightly.

10,000 dinars is no longer a huge amount of money for him now.

It's kind of a small occasion.

But even these dinars could not make up for the anger in his heart.

Thinking that in order to deal with the expeditionary force of the Graymane Kingdom, he erected the entire sentry oasis and cut down all the important date palm forests, and the anxiety in his heart turned into anger burning in his eyes.

It was the worst decision he had ever made, and it was a stain on his life.

"Lord Kant."

The guard at the door entered the door and reported, "Knight of Fatis, Mr. Manid has requested a meeting. ”

"Let them in." Kant replied.

The guard nodded and walked out.

With the wooden door being pushed open again, Fatis in cavalry chain mail and Manid in chain mail walked in at the same time and saluted Kant respectfully: "My lord, we have won this battle. ”

"I already knew."

Kant's eyes were slightly gloomy, and he said lightly: "How is the result?" ”

"It's still being calculated." Fatis replied.

Manid shrugged his shoulders slightly, and said in a calm tone: "All the prisoners have been escorted to the fortress, and the corpses of the enemies killed are being disposed of by the peasants, and it will take a while to report back on the convergence and calculation." ”

"Not bad." Kant nodded.

At this time, the dialog box on the retina suddenly refreshed.

A new dialog appears on the retina.

【Ding... Because of this battle, you won more with less, and achieved remarkable results. 】

[Rating: Epic Victory.] 】

[Gain Fame× 500 points. 】

[Honors× 5 points. 】

Kant narrowed slightly, which relieved his mood slightly.

Epic victories.

This assessment is indeed worthy of its name.

Before he could take a closer look, the dialog box from the system reappeared on the retina.

【Ding... Someone in your unit can level up]

After a terrible fight, the soldiers have gained the experience they desperately need.

There may be some differences in saying this.

It's not a tragic fight.

It's a massacre!

The troops of the Sentry Oasis only slaughtered a group of beggars who lacked water and food, and gained enough experience for them to upgrade, and their own side did not even have the number of casualties, how can it be called miserable?

The battle was really easy.

PS:The recent update is unstable.,Maybe you don't believe it.,I blew the air conditioner and caught a cold and hit the 2-day hanging bottle.,Endure the code of the basic 2 more... Uh, it'll be fine tomorrow will resume the update...