"Roar—"

At last the gnoll man could not hold back his hunger and thirst, and ran briskly and continued to rush to the lake full of corpses, and even the water was red with blood, and drank the bloody water with a big gulp.

Hundreds, if not thousands, of these low-level gnolls continued to swarm up.

Thirst drives them crazy.

Even on the walls and towers, the Vecchian archers and Svadian crossbowmen shot arrows one after another, so that the arrows and crossbow arrows were stuck all over the corpses by the lake, like layers of white straw, still could not stop the more and more, more and more crowded low-level gnolls drinking water.

Even in order to save on the more advanced cone-headed arrows, the Ravston rangers have taken their bows and stopped shooting.

But the rain of arrows was even more intense.

50 archers and 50 crossbowmen, all gathered on the western wall and the arrow tower.

The rain of arrows continued continuously, so that the shore of the lake 30 meters away was littered with the corpses of low-level gnolls, layer upon layer, and the blood had flowed into the lake, rendering the originally crystal clear lake water pink.

This group of unarmored low-level gnolls can't stop the shooting of bows and crossbows at all!

"Crazy."

Manid couldn't help but speak.

The low-level gnolls in front were shot to death, and those behind were also scrambling forward.

Just to drink water.

Or touching the blood-stained waters.

This purpose of survival made all the low-level gnolls red-eyed, and the entire queue completely collapsed, and the original appearance of being pressed into pieces completely dissipated into invisibility as more and more low-level gnolls fell into the frenzied scramble.

Cannibalism continues to appear.

The mace slammed into the head of the companion next to him.

Brains cracked, blood flowed.

Coupled with the rain of arrows that could be poured down at any moment, death was everywhere.

can make them even crazier.

These gnolls aren't crazy!

Kant stood where he was, looking calmly at the bleeding bank below, and with the shooting of the crossbowmen on the city walls, every moment the jackals who were hit by arrows fell, but there were many more gnolls who pounced, layer upon layer, as if fearless, but in the end even the corpses were floating in the lake, and hundreds of people died.

It's a farce.

A farce that makes people laugh out loud.

But Kant's face was calm, and there was a bit of anger in his eyes.

When he saw that these low-level gnolls were dying more and more, the anger in his heart accumulated more and more.

Clenching his fists slightly, Kant said slowly: "This is the enemy I ask to strictly ensure defense, I really didn't expect that my enemy is actually some lowly jackals, garbage that even recruits can contend with." ”

Manid smiled wryly, "They are indeed vulnerable. He had nothing to say.

"yes."

Kant nodded and sighed softly: "It's really vulnerable." ”

At first, he chose to set aside this lake outside the city walls, leaving only the spring water inside the city walls, in order to lure the enemy troops who were desperately short of water after a long journey to come to drink, and use the advantages of the city walls and arrow towers to consume the enemy's living forces.

This is a decision made by him personally.

But I didn't expect it to be so good now.

The lack of water in their physiology has led these gnolls to the point of madness, and they have completely lost their minds.

It stands to reason that Kant should be happy and appreciate this battle in which the enemy is dying, but he cannot be happy, because he has no intention of treating these inferior gnolls as opponents at all.

It originated from the campaign in which he led more than 300 low-ranking infantry to destroy the Gnoll tribe.

Now that he has more elite troops, why does he still regard these low-level gnolls as his mortal enemies?

What Kant prepared.

It should be enjoyed by those high-ranking gnolls!

For the expeditionary force of the Greymane Kingdom, those high-ranking gnolls from the shores of Mannheim!

"Report back to me when you're done."

Kant turned around and left the top floor of the Consulate without hesitation.

Not far away, Fatis was already in formation with 5 Mamluks and 50 Swadian heavy cavalry, and the route of the charge was aimed at the flank of the low-ranking gnolls fighting for water in the lake.

Although there are only 50 people, the charging effect will not be too bad.

This is not a hostile fight between armies.

Rather, it was 56 regular heavy cavalry, about to slaughter a group of beggars who had lost their will to fight.

It's a massacre!

The horse's hooves stepped heavily into the sand, and the soft sand and gravel instantly dented, but it brought effective strength, setting off the horse's running, and galloping faster and faster, in just a few seconds, rushed through the distance of forty or fifty meters, entered the mode of charging at full speed, and crashed into their target!

"Long live Lord Kant!"

Fatis rushed to the front, the knight's sword in his hand held high, and he was the first to charge.

Behind him, the sound of horses' hooves was loud, and even when they stepped on the sand, they roared like faint thunder and lightning.

Five Mamluks were on either side of Fathis, while the 50 Swadian heavy cavalry behind them lined up directly in turn, shoulder to shoulder, stepping together in a neat charge, and began to charge furiously.

The crushing of light infantry by heavy cavalry!

"Bang bang-"

The armored war horse easily knocked away the jackals who couldn't dodge one by one.

The sharp riding spear easily pierced the guy who didn't have long eyes and tried to resist.

The war horse under the crotch stepped forward, the horseshoe stepped heavily on the corpse, the muscles and flesh were broken, even if there were still living unlucky ghosts, because of the continuous horses' hooves, the mouth spit blood, and completely lost their life.

The most simple thing may be the guy who was directly trampled on by the horse's hooves and exploded in the head.

At least don't suffer!

The force of this charge, which could not even hold up the well-made cavalry spears, broke one after another.

But neither the Mamluks nor the Swadiya heavy cavalry cared at all, and drew their two-handed iron rods and maces with their backhands, and smashed them at the low-level gnolls who were scrambling for survival in a panic.

The skulls were sunken in, and the brains were directly smashed and splashed out.

The gnolls, who are more than 2 meters tall, seem to be the best quality targets, so that these heavy cavalrymen don't need to bend down, they only need to wave their arms to complete the kills one by one.

As for those inferior gnolls who fight back.

A beggar who has not drunk water and eaten for a long time, even if he raises his mace, will not be able to break the defense of the chain mail at all!

Time.

The 56-man heavy cavalry chased thousands of gnolls to slaughter.

After the horse's hoof's path, there were bloody corpses everywhere that had fallen and been trampled.

[Enemy intimidation] fluttering.

The golden lion with a red background is like coming to life, automatic without wind, showing its might.

This is the trait at work.

Just look at the more and more completely collapsed gnolls, their morale has been reduced to the bottom of the terror, even close to the bottom line, and they have no intention of continuing to resist, only aimlessly fleeing.

Scrambling, fearing like the deepest abyss, opening its bloodthirsty maws towards them.

As Kant said, this cannot be a battle.

Just slaughter.

And just among the sand dunes on the west side, the 300 gnolls and pirates who had left as soon as possible and separated from those lower races had become gloomy and uncertain, raising their two-handed battle axes in their hands, gathering together with each other, breathing heavily.

The desert bandits have surrounded this group of gnolla pirates.

80 hussars, surrounded by 300 heavy infantry, somewhat ridiculous.

But it's true.

When these gnolls wearing chain mail and holding two-handed battle axes in their hands, they knew that they were elite gnolls by their appearance, and when they quietly fled, they directly led people to surround them.

Not far away, several short javelins were stuck in the sand, and it seemed that they had not done anything.

But these gnolls and pirates still don't dare to make any moves.

Because in their queue, the two companions were sitting on the ground, and in the chest and lower abdomen, two short javelins had been pierced deeply, and the chain mail on their bodies had no effect in the slightest.

The wound was also because of the huge inertia contained in the short javelin, and it was pierced very deeply, and he did not dare to pull it out.

These gnolls and pirates have a lot of experience fighting for their lives on the sea of the stars.

Of course, I know that if you pull out these javelins directly into your body at this time, it will definitely cause heavy bleeding, and if you don't prepare, this will kill you.

But they couldn't do anything.

The pirate leader had tyranny and despair in his eyes.

The other pirates were similar.

Looking at those desert bandits, they had already sensed that these humans on war horses had become so strong, so fast, and so terrifying!

Even the elves riding the moon deer are not as fast as these human cavalry!

"These humans... How different. ”

Endless doubts rose in the hearts of the gnolls and pirates, but this doubt made them more and more desperate.

After walking a distance of more than ten meters, they wanted to rush over and fight, but these human cavalry did not give them this chance to get close at all, just like nimble sparrows, hula and scattered around, but instead took the opportunity to throw short javelins, directly making their two comrades lose their combat effectiveness in an instant, and perhaps the possibility of death.

They wanted to go, but the desert robbers rode around them.

This sensation makes them feel like a pack of wolves.

Whenever there is any opportunity, they will pounce and bite a piece of meat fiercely, and with every javelin thrown, there will be pirate comrades who get along day and night to fall, waiting for the countdown to death.

Horse-mounted tactics common to the Kujits, capable of dragging down any infantry.

Now the gnolls and pirates are restless, and in despair, they can't make any choice.

Because when they moved, revealing gaps and flaws, a dozen short javelins whizzed in, piercing their armor and causing the once heroic pirate elite of the stars and seas to fall to the ground in humiliation.

In a short time, more than a dozen gnolll pirates were hit by short javelins and fell.

"Human... We surrender! ”

The pirate leader looked at the subordinates next to him who were covered with despair and had no hope, but sighed softly, swallowed not much saliva at all, and said in a smoky dry voice: "We surrendered..."