It was 5 p.m. and it was dusk.

The sun on the west slanted down on the dunes, imprinting a full patch of gold.

Kant stood at the top of a sand dune, bathed in the sunlight that flooded him in like a tidal wave.

Less than a kilometer ahead, is the sentry oasis.

He could see a patch of yellow sand, a little sparkling with the light of dusk.

It is the source of water for the Sentry Oasis, a lake formed by the thinning of the spring, but it is more accurate to call it a pond if you look at the area alone, which is only 25 by 6 meters.

"It's beautiful." Kant couldn't help but sigh.

Around this pond, there are quite a few lush desert shrubs and 6 tall poplar trees.

These green vegetation proudly stretches their branches and leaves in the twilight sun, as if telling how the yellow sand invades, and they still resist stubbornly.

Cavalry Captain Rowan stood beside him and nodded indifferently: "Yes, it's beautiful." ”

Kant said calmly: "Then we can't let these gnolls occupy this place." ”

"Of course." Rowan continued to nod indifferently.

His eyes swept over the sentry oasis, and he could already see the tents that had been erected around the pond.

The tattered and tattered of all materials, linen, bark, and even animal skins from hunting, looked nothing different from the tents they had set up before.

Because this is the tent of the gnolls, where their tribe is!

Taking a deep breath, Rowan asked in a deep voice, "Lord Baron, when are we starting?" ”

"Don't rush."

Kant turned his head to look at the sun behind him, which was still releasing its last might.

It was the dusk of the sun, passing past the two of them, imprinting the dusk of the setting sun on the sentry oasis below, and also on the tribe of the gnolls below.

As long as you look up below, the sun that seems to be parallel to the sand dunes will shine brightly.

Kant nodded: "It's now." ”

"Okay." Rowan nodded indifferently, clenched the spear in his hand and quickly retreated from the dunes.

Right at the bottom of the dunes, 20 heavily armed cavalrymen of the Duchy of Lion were standing with their horses, fully prepared for battle, and only needed orders from Rowan.

A battle that could not be backed down was about to begin, and their faces were equally cold and their eyes filled with resentment.

They all understand who brought it.

Kant.

The Barony of the Duchy of Lion.

The escort had been on a six-day trek to the Naren Desert, but at noon he learned that there was no fresh water to return to.

And then they have to fight hard.

So they will be angry.

"Edmund, the great god of war, is watching us."

Rowan came to them and took the reins of his war horse, his face was very solemn: "Let these inferior races, the gnolls who can only eat sand in the desert, know what is the bravery of the lion principality!" ”

"Victory!" The cavalry responded in a neat voice.

The Duchy of Lion was founded by force, and the gods of worship were Edmund, the god of war who represented war.

So they were undaunted and turned the anger in their hearts into strength.

"Here we go."

Kant watched as the 20 cavalrymen rolled over their horses, crossed the sand dunes, and rushed towards the sentry oasis.

The hard horseshoe pounded heavily on the sand, raising the sand and dust in the sky behind him, like a whirlwind, and before the gnolls in the sentry oasis could react, they rushed in with their spears fiercely!

The tip of the spear pierced through the gnoll's chest under the stunned gaze.

Blood flowed out, but the 20 cavalrymen of the Duchy of Lion had no intention of giving up their spears.

Gritting his teeth and bracing his arms, he continued to stand up to these gourd-like gnolls and continued to rush deeper into the tribe.

They know that what they have to do is cause even more chaos!

"It's our turn!"

Kant shouted in a deep voice, holding the light crossbow in his hand, and strode forward.

Ten Swadia recruits followed him with spears in hand.

Twenty Swadia peasants are armed with long-handled scythes and deployed on either side.

Their speed is also not slow, almost trotting, but the killing in their eyes has been undoubtedly revealed, because for their own territory, the sentry oasis of future life, they are bound to win!

"For the Lion Principality!"

Rowan and the 20 cavalrymen were still gritting their teeth and rushing towards the depths of the tribe.

The spears in their hands were broken, but they drew their swords from their waists and slashed at the gnolls that had appeared in a hurry.

The raid works surprisingly well.

These gnolls had no idea that they would be attacked by enemy troops, and even when the periphery was in chaos, most of the gnolls still stood in place with their green eyes in confusion.

Even if they wanted to find the enemy, it would be difficult to do so.

Every time they looked to the west where the screams came, the dim sunlight from overhead was shining directly, and they couldn't open their eyes at all!

"Dada-Da-"

The sound of horses' hooves got closer and closer, and only then did they realize that it was a human cavalry.

But by this time, it was too late.

Rowan led his cavalry, raising his sword and slashing through the bodies of the gnolls.

Only blood splattered.

These gnolls with long fangs and gray fur finally began to crumble, and a look of fear appeared on their wolf-like heads.

"Stay in formation, follow me!"

The light crossbow in Kant's hand made a soft "buzzing" sound, and a gnoll not far away fell to the ground.

The bolt on its back had pierced its spine and pierced its heart.

But Kant didn't care, his face was grim, and his eyes scanned the depths of the gnoll tribe, Rowan and the 19 cavalrymen of the lion principality, still holding long swords and raging, continuing to cause panic among these gnolls, sowing blood and death.

"Keep rushing!"

Kant drew his short sword and stepped forward with the 30 fighters behind him.

The Gnoll tribe, which had fallen into chaos, could not organize an effective counterattack at all, and their advance was fast.

Countless terrible howls appeared in my ears.

The gnolls scattered and fled.

The old, the young, and the young in the prime of life, all rushed to flee in fear.

Faced with the sudden appearance of cavalry.

and Swadia recruits with spears.

Memories that were once ten years ago have reappeared in the minds of these gnolls.

It was the massacre of the Duchy of Lion.

But it's the deepest nightmare of these gnolls!

Even now, these gnolls who have experienced slaughter do not dare to continue to resist.

"We don't need captives without leaving them alive."

Kant's voice rang out in the sentry oasis, announcing the tragic fate of the gnolls.

The cavalry was still chasing the fleeing gnolls.

The peasants and recruits of Swadia began to clear the tents of the gnolls around the lake in the sentry oasis, and by this time they could already clean up the battlefield, because they had won!

The gnolls, who have lost their will to resist, have become lambs to be slaughtered lightly.

What's more, these murderous primitive races cannot be compared with humans in terms of warfare, whether in terms of tactics or weaponry.

The sun sets over the dunes.

The battle is also over.

In the dim sky, the afterglow of the sun still struggles, releasing the last rays of light as it sinks.

But in the sky, a bright moon was already faintly visible at this time.

The night sky full of stars appeared, and the high temperature of the day seemed to fade quickly, and even the wind blowing from the depths of the desert carried a cold chill, and after a few hours, the Narun Desert would enter the cold of minus 20 °C.

Of course, it's not that cold yet.

The cavalrymen who had just fought had come back on horseback, and the cool breeze that blew made them feel comfortable.

"Lord Baron, your territory is in hand."

Cavalry captain Rowan jumped off his horse, his face still cold.

Including him, as well as the cavalry behind him, the linen robes on the outside of the chain mail were stained with large patches of blood, as if dye had been spilled on them, which looked quite weird.

There were also four or five unlucky fellows who hung their colors, drooped their arms, or limped.

Obviously, the battle was not so easy.

Some of the gnolls erupted under the threat of death, still inflicting minor injuries on the cavalry that rushed at the front.

"Maybe you can clean the wound first."

Kant looked at the wounded and nodded to Rowan: "If you don't mind, I can bandage you personally, after all, I have learned first aid knowledge on the battlefield from veterans." ”

"No, I don't." Rowan vetoed it directly.

They themselves are veterans from the barracks, and cleaning and bandaging wounds can be easily done by their own people.

The cavalry captain Rowan said coldly to Kant: "We will leave immediately now." ”

The cavalry behind him, everyone looked at Kant indifferently, even if he lowered his status so much, it still didn't make these cavalrymen have a good impression on their faces.

Everyone understands why this battle started.

"Leave now?"

Kant frowned slightly, and said helplessly: "This is indeed unexpected, you should rest here for a few days." ”

And the night in the Narun Desert is not a good time.

Low temperatures of -20°C, if not adequate warmth, can also threaten their lives.

"We don't need to rest, we leave as soon as we refill the fresh water."

Wiping a handful of blood stained on his face, Rowan's voice was not a discussion at all, but an affirmation.

He turned his head and scolded the cavalrymen behind him: "Are you still stunned? Go get some water bladders and clothes from the wagon, fill it with water and we'll be ready to go back, so let's get it! ”

"Understood!" The cavalrymen responded, and at the same time said that they would go.

The division of labor was clear, and they quickly brought their own tents and warm woolen sweaters from the wagon, as well as five additional water bladders per person, all filled with water in the pond.

"Well, I wish you all a quick return and enjoy the pale ales in the tavern."

Kant shrugged helplessly: "When the time comes, you will probably be able to talk about me and talk about today's battle in a show-off manner." ”

Rowan narrowed his eyes, and the cavalry behind him looked indifferent.

No one cared about Kant's bad joke, whether they should be busy with themselves or their own, and when everything was ready, they immediately rode away, not wanting to talk to Kant at all and say goodbye.

In their eyes, Kant was no different from a stranger.

"Goodbye."

But Kant waved goodbye and his face was calm.

As a nobleman, a respected baron, he has learned how to be shameless when it matters most.

This is the survival norm of the aristocracy.