"Buzz—"

The bowstrings vibrated violently, and the arrows sprang through the air.

Under the city wall, the arrow feathers all over the ground bloomed like white flowers, mixed with the strong smell of blood, which became more and more demonic.

The strong, burly gnoll warrior was screaming and striding forward.

The arrows all over their bodies made them like hedgehogs, even if they tried their best to move forward, they were like returning to the light, and finally they could no longer hold on in the continuous rain of arrows, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Stop shooting!"

On the city walls, the voice of Fatis rang out.

In the arrow tower and city walls, all ranged units have stopped pulling the strings.

And the originally dense rain of arrows also came to an abrupt end.

Prohibited.

Just outside the city wall, the 100-strong team of gnolls that had been lined up in a neat formation had been wiped out in the rain of arrows, and their bodies were full of arrows, and the blood oozing out had already stained the sand behind them.

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

This is a war to the death.

Commiseration? Inexistent.

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

In this short 50 meters, the 650 archers with long-range bows and crossbows on the city wall have already let those gnolls know what it means to rain arrows, looking at the silent jackals in the sand dunes in the distance, these archers quickly checked the bows and crossbows in their hands, and after making sure that their weapons were not damaged in the slightest, they continued to draw out their feather arrows and crossbow arrows in the quivers behind them, and re-prepared to shoot.

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

He had a dry mouth.

This is the calm before the storm, and the gnolls from the coast of Mannheim will not be afraid of such a dense rain of arrows, and they will not give up the attack because of the stubborn resistance of the fortress "Dreheim".

Both sides are in the same situation.

Kant and "Drehem" had no way out.

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

"Whew-"

The almost terrible wolf howl was long, containing irrepressible anger and despair.

More of the Gnoll Centurion began to howl.

It makes people's hearts clenched, just like rushing in the night and encountering hungry wolves, the howl seems to be to cut the soul, ordinary people just listen to their legs and can't stand steadily.

It's a tragedy in despair.

Kant looked at the gnoll standing a thousand meters away and howling with his head up, and his breath was slightly short.

Even the compatriots of the Naren Desert, those low-level gnolls can't send it out, because this is the sorrow of the civilized race, the despair of the road ahead, and even if it is broken, it must be completely desperate!

These gnolls are indeed going to start fighting hard!

It's no wonder they don't work hard.

The Greymane Kingdom is in the southern part of the Narun Desert, and the strategic layout that has been prepared in advance at a huge cost and with countless manpower and material resources has been completely destroyed by Kant.

For example, the salt mines of Asechi.

A well of a lower gnoll tribe.

Inferior gnolls scattered across the southern deserts.

And, crucially, being able to serve as an outpost, an oasis of sentry in an enclave!

Kant was banished by the Duchy of Lions in the Naren Desert, but instead it was like a real lion, entrenched in the sentry oasis, established the fortress of "Drehem", destroyed the gnoll tribe, and killed Aseqi.

Intentionally or unintentionally, the layout of the Greymane Kingdom was easily solved in this way.

It was less than 3 months since Kant came to the Narun Desert.

However, due to the difficulty in information transmission, the information could not be learned by the Graymane Kingdom in time, so these high-level gnolls had no idea at all, and the strategic planning they had worked so hard to plan was easily erased by others, and it was very important, and it was impossible to even reverse the southern part of the Naren Desert.

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

You can't retreat.

Without food and water for the return journey, they insisted on retreating and could only be dried in the desert.

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

That's why they have been hiding on the coast of Mannheim for so long, and have given up most of the interests of the Sea of Stars, in order to cross the Naren Desert and come to the edge of the desert bordering the human kingdoms in the south, and successfully develop the colony of the Graymane Kingdom, which will become the retreat of their race on the coast of Mannheim, as well as the vital rear.

The arrow had to be fired.

The gnolls of these expeditionary forces had no choice but to attack and fight desperately.

This is the only way to survive!

"Roar—"

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

The 2,900 gnolls are all soldiers who can go into battle, and now they launch a general attack, even if they are exhausted, but the heavy infantry phalanx that was once invincible on the coast of Mannheim and can crush everything still brings a soaring momentum.

Step by step in the sand, the dull sound was like the slow running of a group of heavy cavalry.

The faint sound of "bang-la-la-la" is endless.

It was the crisp sound of chain mail colliding with each other as they walked, but it was not pleasant, more like death carrying a small bell, shaking like a toy, waiting for the final harvest of life.

The tentative offensive is over, and now it's a brazen and desperate all-out general offensive!

"Everyone!"

At the top of the attic of the city wall, Manid looked at the silver troops in front of him slowly pressing over, his expression was quite solemn.

He was holding a light crossbow that originally belonged to Kant, commanding the 500 Swadian militia who were 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 to the militiamen next to him: "Shoot ready!" ”

The 500 Swadian recruits took their wound crossbows and aimed them at the slowly pressing troops ahead.

That kind of united power brought them great psychological oppression.

Don't say it's these militias.

Even the battle-tested Vekian archers and Svadian crossbowmen in the attic of the city wall had changed slightly, and they immediately gritted their teeth, and their faces were ready to fight desperately.

"Here we are." Fatis's breathing was also slightly rapid.

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

At the same time, he turned his head and commanded him: "Fatis, go and command all our cavalry troops, assemble at the south gate, and if you find an opportunity, or if there is a crisis in the city wall, you will lead the charge!" ”

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