Kant stood on the city wall with a calm face.

By the time Fatis led the cavalry to charge on the flanks and pounce directly on the gnolls' phalanx, the curtain had already been drawn and the battle was over.

At the forefront were the Svadia knights.

Ten knights dressed in double heavy chain armor, riding the most powerful armored war horses under their crotches, raised their heavy cone-headed riding spears with the thickness of their arms, and easily pierced the bodies of those gnolls, stringing them into gourds.

And with the inertia of the war horse, he continued to rush to the depths of the formation with a roar.

The Svadian knights are always at the forefront.

They are sharp, while on either side are Muruk, a top-of-the-line heavy horse from Salander.

The same fury of the horse, the power of the charge was second only to that of the Swadia knight, and the two-handed iron staff that was picked up waved with the speed of the war horse, and any contact with the jackal was shattered, and the mouth spat blood and fell out.

The wound was not visibly scarred, but even the bones had been shattered and completely dented.

The gnolls fell in pieces.

More Svadian heavy cavalry rode their horses to follow.

Even the Salander riders behind him were galloping on their horses, spears in hand, charging into enemy lines.

There are also the elite desert bandits who are light cavalry, those desert bandits, all holding spears in a coordinated charge, although the hand-to-hand combat effect is poor, but with scimitars, they can also go into battle to kill the enemy.

What's more, the heavy cavalry in front has completely torn apart the enemy formation.

All the cavalry were riding forward.

The horses' hooves stamped heavily on the gnolls' formation, striking the gnolls who had no time to dodge, and with the swing of the knight's sword and scimitar, and the mace, the gnolls snorted and fell to the ground in despair.

Break the surface with a point.

All the troops rushed in frantically, and the center blossomed, completely crushing the gnoll's resistance.

In fact, these gnolls did not resist either.

When Fatis led the cavalry troops to directly break the galnoll's phalanx, those exhausted gnolls began to disperse, and at all, they were completely trampled under the horse's hooves, or the cavalrymen's melee weapons were forced to the head one by one, turning into corpses.

Even the formation was pierced directly by the cavalry from south to north.

Even Fatis turned his horse's head, and although some of the cavalry around him were wounded, no one was killed at all.

Resistance was unusually weak.

Even though those gnolls were spears piercing their chests and scimitars slashing, they still didn't raise the battle axes in their hands, they just looked blankly at their companions around them, slaughtered, slaughtered, at a loss, just waiting blankly.

They have lost the ability to fight.

Morale collapsed to the extreme.

The physical strength is completely exhausted.

No one howled in encouragement, because they didn't want to continue fighting, and even the madness in their eyes completely disappeared, and they finally bowed their heads and gave up resistance completely when they looked at the brutal battlefield full of messes.

Not even the most basic formation to meet the enemy was re-lined.

Kant narrowed slightly.

On the city wall, he saw it clearly, his breathing changed from nervous and rapid to now gentle, and waved his hand and ordered: "Everyone, stop shooting, stop attacking." ”

"Yes!" The heralds answered.

Then immediately turn around and leave.

Trampling on corpses on the ground, passing through blood-stained walls and attics, conveying the lord's orders.

The battlefield is at a standstill.

The rain of arrows, which was still dense, also stopped shooting instantly at this time.

Even Fatis outside the city walls had been told by the heralds that the order to stop the attack was just to stand by in the desert flat on the north side, raising the spears and spears in their hands, and looking indifferently at the gnolls who stood outside the city walls, like lost souls and walking corpses.

"The battle is over." Kant spoke: "There is no need to continue attacking. ”

The gnolls have lost the will to resist.

And for Kant, it was a captive, a wonderful dinar!

Living dinars.

Jocelyn, the leader of the caravan who was still waiting in the fortress of "Drehem", with his guards and sentinels to assist in defending the Consulate, was able to buy these high-ranking gnolls for 50 dinars each.

Kant would not have thought that he was now rich enough to ignore such a large sum of money.

So many high gnolls are ready-made captives.

And the dead gnolls...

But there is no value at all, just a pile of corpses that feel disgusting even when they are cleaned up!

………………

Kant's order to be taken prisoner was also conveyed.

This task is undoubtedly the work of the cavalry outside, and these cavalrymen who have just entered the battlefield and completely defeated the psychological defense line of these gnolls are very happy.

There is nothing better than to have the enemy crushed and then captured, and to enjoy the beauty of the victor.

"Lay down your arms and surrender to death!"

"Lay down your arms and surrender to death!"

"Lay down your arms and surrender to death!"

Fatis did not continue to give the order to charge again, and the unscathed cavalry surrounded the gnolls around the battlefield, and anyone who tried to escape would be slaughtered by them.

The agile light cavalry of the desert bandits, carrying scimitars, quickly swept their wings around, shouting loudly to persuade them to surrender, but looking at the cold flashing scimitars, there should be more threatening looks.

But it's the same for those gnolls who have completely lost their fighting spirit and hope.

Confused, what they need may be an excuse.

"Bang Bang ......"

The two-handed tomahawk fell on the sand beneath his feet.

The gnolls all fell to their knees, and there was no madness in their confused eyes, only a blank idea of the future, and the deepest despair, so deep that these gnolls, who had once been invincible on the coast of Mannheim, did not have the slightest desire to resist.

He fell to his knees on the battlefield strewn with the corpses of his companions, the sand stained red with blood.

Bright red to the eye.

The closer you get to the walls, the thicker the blood and the more corpses.

And the two stairs of corpses that are still burning, releasing billowing scorched black smoke, show the cruelty of this battle, and how amazing the madness of those gnolls erupted in a desperate situation.

Even your own life can be given up, and it is not taken seriously.

Let yourself be trampled to death, stoned, and burned to death, and you will also become a stepping stone for your companions behind you.

Just look at it now.

This casualty of self-sacrifice seems somewhat ridiculous.

For all the remaining gnolls have chosen to surrender, in the most shameful way of the army, to their enemies, without any conditions, in order to be able to live and not die on the battlefield.

"Manid."

Kant turned his head and said with a calm face: "You are in charge of handling the captives, you should be the best at it." ”

After a pause, he also admonished: "Tell Fatis to let him clean up the battlefield, and I will inform Jocelyn to come over to help you later, and after you have taken care of your own affairs, remember to come to the Consulate to report the results of the battle to me." ”

"Understood." Manid nodded immediately.

"Okay." Kant also nodded and turned to leave.

Explain the matter.

The two of them can handle it well.

"Lord Kant!" Leaving the city wall, the gate was covered in blood, and the scarred Svadian infantry hurriedly stood up straight and saluted Kant, while quickly detached 10 infantry to follow him and continue to act as escorts.

"Hmm." Kant nodded.

Although his face was calm, there was a gloomy look in his eyes.

Of the 50 Swadiya infantrymen of his own, there are now less than 20 left, and all of them are wounded.

Even the 10 infantrymen who were assigned to act as guards were no longer as heroic as they were at the beginning, with slash marks on the fan-shaped shield, tattered iron-inlaid armor on the outside, and chain mail on the inside being cut off.

Blood oozed red the torn linen robe.

When the frenzied gnolls broke down the gates, it was the 50 Swadia infantrymen who rose up.

30 people were killed in a short time, and if it weren't for the hundreds of Swadia militia who came desperately to help defend it, it is estimated that these infantry would have been completely annihilated, and it would be possible for the city gate to be breached.

Those crazy gnolls warriors are definitely not comparable to low-level gnolls.

Even in Kant's opinion.

These high-level gnolls from the coast of Mannheim, who have been taught combat skills and fought on the battlefield, can be called a level 5 class, and they need to be a Swadian sergeant who also belongs to the level 5 class to resist.

The combat power bonus of racial superiority is really too terrifying.

After all, the height and weight of human beings, as well as their own strength, cannot compare to these high-level gnolls!

"Take a break after cleaning up the battlefield."

Kant told the infantry and militia at the gate to turn around and continue walking towards the Consulate.

The bodies of the fallen had been gathered and placed neatly by the city gates, while the militia worked together to carry down the bodies of the more numerous crossbowmen from the walls, and the peasant women gave them the last respects by wiping their blood-stained faces with towels soaked in water.

Dying in battle to protect one's homeland is an honorable war death.

"Your Lord."

The able-bodied peasant women came to Kant and wanted to help him.

But Kant frowned and said, "No. ”

The peasant women retreated, their faces full of flesh with a little shyness: "My lord, the appearance of you leading your troops to bravely defend the fortress is just like the legendary hero. ”

"Huh." Kant just chuckled and didn't answer.

Seeing that these peasant women were still holding pitchforks and kitchen knives, he calmly ordered: "Now go and prepare lunch, it's almost noon, and our soldiers haven't even had time to eat breakfast." ”

Kant couldn't help but chuckle when he saw this scene, and ordered them: "Go and prepare lunch, it's almost noon, and our soldiers haven't even eaten breakfast yet."

"Yes, my lord." The peasant women nodded.

They are not good at fighting, but in life, they can still handle it very well.

Kant returned to the Consulate.

It didn't take long for the aroma of cooking food to appear, and the lunch was being prepared, which was quick-cut and could quickly replenish the physical strength consumed during the war.

Supplies in the Sentry Oasis can be quite adequate.

PS: I'm late to come back today, so I'll make up for it for the time being, and I'll make up for it tomorrow at 5 more. When it comes to doing it, if you can't do it, you will be a direct eunuch.