On the towers and walls, Vecchia archers and Swadian crossbowmen were ready to shoot.

The longbow was drawn into a full moon, the crossbow was tightened, and the iron diamond-shaped arrows of the feathered arrows and crossbow arrows were already aimed at the lower part of the city wall, opposite the small lake 30 meters wide, and the low-ranking gnolls were kneeling on the shore, scrambling to drink water.

The sound of splashing, the roar of werewolves fighting for their places.

And the anxious howl of not drinking water.

Outside the lake is noisy like a vegetable market, but there is silence on the walls and arrow towers.

All are waiting for orders.

Kant's command.

He stood on the top floor of the Consulate, but moved from the north side to the west side, standing behind the concave and convex style arrow wall, quietly watching the low-level gnolls who had lost control and were fighting for water despite the neatness of the formation.

Especially looking at the appearance of picking up maces and beating each other in order to drink water, I still want to laugh.

"This is the enemy we are waiting for."

The corners of Kant's mouth curled up slightly, as if mocking, as if disdainful.

But in the depths of his eyes, there was a coldness like winter, which made his teeth clench, and his voice seemed to come out between his teeth: "This joke can't help but make people think it's too funny." ”

Fatis and Manid's faces were equally unsightly.

It's been so many days of work.

Be cautious for fear that something will go wrong.

Even the most important agricultural foundation at present, the 5 acres of date palm groves, have been completely cut down.

In exchange for the present.

A group of chaotic, untactically unruly low-level gnolls, kneeling by the lake and gulping water, did not care about the crossbowmen on the city wall in front of them, and only knew that their thirsty and smoking throats were frantically filling their stomachs with lake water.

They are not troops at all, and they are not soldiers.

It's just a bunch of humble beggars who fled here and wanted to live.

Ordering to shoot is a waste of arrows!

More low-level gnolls broke away from the already impetuous queue, rushed over, and smothered in the lake, gulping down the cold lake water, their stomachs were extremely round, and they were unwilling to give way to the gnolls behind.

Their physiological thirst for water has made them lose their minds.

Selectively forgetting the current situation.

Even more if you can't see the wall on the other side of the lake, there are human crossbowmen who have bent their bows and arrows, and they only know who is hindering them from drinking, so they slam them with their maces, regardless of them, even if they are once of the same kind.

Blood was flowing, and even jackals fainted from being smashed, and gradually lost their lives in the stampede.

The smell of blood began to thicken.

Even more exciting is the ferocity of the low-level gnolls who don't have time to drink the water.

The mace waved wildly, and these gnolls who were eager to drink water didn't care about the life and death of their companions around them, they only knew that if they fell, they would be able to take a step forward and drink water, and they could live!

In just ten minutes, there was a crazy fight by the lake.

Those low-level gnolls are red-eyed and regard any of their kind around them as an enemy that hinders their survival.

"Your Excellency."

Fatis spoke slowly, and said in a calm tone: "This battle is over. ”

Manid's face was the same.

Nearly 500 gnolls were frantically killing each other for water, even if there were crossbowmen shooting at any time above their heads, they still killed corpses all over the field like enemies, and in less than a few minutes, hundreds of gnolls had fallen in this fratricidal melee, and the blood stained the lake red.

Yes.

The battle is indeed over.

The expected tragic siege did not materialize.

The well-prepared fortifications of the city, as well as the united soldiers, are now useless.

It's like a joke.

They stood at the top of their walls and towers, watching the low-level gnolls killing each other, and in the large force of troops a thousand meters away, more and more gnolls, in order to drink water, rushed over with the gnolls without hesitation, and fought again with those gnolls who were still standing, and the shore was full of corpses and blood.

It's all a dead hand, just like a blood feud for generations.

Kant looked at all this with a cold eye.

A cold snort came out of his nose, and he waved his hand forward, "Shoot all." ”

He felt a little tired.

Now there is no need to continue looking, this group of low-level gnolls has lost the ability to attack the city, even if it is impossible to use the tactics of ant attachment, pile up the 7-meter-high city wall with corpses, and climb into the attic.

Cannibalism has exhausted the trust that this group of low-level gnolls has left.

"Shoot them all!"

The heralds shouted, conveying Kant's orders.

The Livingston Rangers stationed at the top of the Hall were the quickest to react.

Directly raised the heavy bow in his hand, condescended at the top of the Consulate, each aimed at their preset target, and mercilessly fired a volley at the gnolls who were still fighting each other by the lake.

The sound of the rain of arrows "whooshing" through the air is endless.

The crossbowmen on the walls and in the turrets were also given orders to pull the trigger or loosen the taut string.

The rain of arrows poured down like a waterfall.

Everywhere there was a mournful groan of the air torn apart by arrows.

"Puff puff-"

Arrows into the meat.

The gnolls, who were still red-eyed and killing each other by the lake, fell down in an instant.

Before these gnolls could react, the archers with a faster rate of fire bent their bows and arrows again, and shot a rain of arrows again, nailing those gnolls who had not yet fallen as dense as hedgehogs.

With a firing distance of less than 30 meters, you hardly need to aim too much.

The power of feather arrows and crossbow arrows is also at its strongest.

These low-level gnolls had no armor on their bodies, they were all tattered linen robes and animal skins, and at such a close distance, even the bones could be shot through, let alone the skin muscles.

The howl suddenly rang out.

The gnolls finally reacted.

Looking at the human crossbowmen on the city wall and the arrow tower in horror, he began to retreat incessantly.

But then the Svadia crossbowmen pulled the trigger again.

Heavy bolts came in an instant.

The sneolls who fled slowly were nailed through the back, and their bad luck pierced directly into their lungs, running and running, the blood foam in their mouths gushed up, and their legs fell directly to the ground as soon as they were weak, and their pupils were dilated.

The inferior gnoll cannot be called Kant's opponent at all.

"Fatis."

Kant's face was calm, and he commanded: "Lead all the heavy cavalry and prepare to attack." ”

"Understood." Fatis nodded.

Without hesitation, he turned around and left directly, walked out of the consulium quickly, gathered the heavy cavalry troops under his command, and with the opening of the southern gate, he rumbled on the horseshoe and stepped into the softer sand.

Behind Fatis, there was also a Svadia heavy cavalry holding the [Enemy Deterrence].

The golden lion with a red background fluttered in the wind behind him, which also set off the half of the palm-sized size on his chest, and the [Order of the Lion Knights], which was also a golden lion on a red background, became more and more conspicuous.

With the addition of two strange things, Fatis is full of confidence.

This is also the reason why Kant asked him to lead the heavy cavalry in attack.

………………

In the distance, the 300 gnoll pirates had been terrified by the dense rain of arrows to the point of despair, and the actions that were still preventing the disintegration of the troops had subconsciously slowed down a lot.

They are not stupid inferior gnolls.

They come from the shores of Mannheim, which of them is not a being who has made a name for themselves on the Sea of Stars.

Look at the human crossbowmen on the city walls.

The despair in their hearts grew stronger.

Even if the Graymane Kingdom is preparing to set off in the back, the Gnoll Expeditionary Force with siege equipment will be able to gnaw down at a certain price in the face of this fortress, with their 300 people, and more than 3,000 low-level gnolls who don't have much wisdom, even if they pounce on the corpse mountain and sea of blood, it is estimated that they will not be able to conquer this fortress.

Look at the way people kill each other in order to drink water, they have no confidence at all.

They are equally thirsty.

There was smoke in his throat as well.

But reason can make them understand that killing each other now will end up with death.

"We can't stay here any longer."

The gnoll's pirate leader spoke, his eyes filled with determination.

Turning his head to look at his pirate subordinates who had been with him for more than ten years, he slowly took half a step back: "Let's go, these natives in the desert, we can't control them anymore." ”

The low-ranking gnolls were all looking at the walls in fear, and some even began to flee.

The seemingly huge army was on the verge of collapse in an instant.

But this is not an army either.

The pirate leader could see it thoroughly, and even though it was smoking in its throat and the thirst in its stomach was making it weak, its head still told it that the most important thing to do now was to get out of here.

Stay away from the sentry oasis and the human forces in that fortress.

Or rather, run away.

Tormented by thirst and hunger, they were powerless to fight.

What's more, the group of cannon fodder he brought has lost control, and the appearance of cannibalism just now also gave them a warning.

"Listen to your arrangement, my lord!"

The pirates nodded.

So he gradually retreated, ignoring the low-level gnolls around him.

For them, these inferior races, even the language of the jackals are incomplete, they can't be counted as the same kind at all, just a group of similar-looking beasts, it is the right choice to be cannon fodder, but when they are compatriots, it is certainly impossible.

With the departure of the gnolls and pirates, the low-ranking gnolls, who have lost their command, are at a loss.

More and more low-level gnolls began to flee.

But there were many gnolls gathered together, looking at the sparkling lake under the city wall not far away, and their eyes were full of thirst for water, they had lost their minds.

Just leave, these low-level gnolls are not reconciled.