Fatis agreed with Kant's proposal.

With the order given, the two gates of the fortress "Drehem" were reopened, and the light cavalry, with a grim smile on their faces, rode out of the horses, shouting at each other and shouting at their familiar comrades, and disappeared into the vast sand dunes.

They may not be so proficient in defensive warfare, which requires rigid tactics.

But they are lightly armed, as long as they are broken into pieces and scattered, they are like fish jumping into the sea, and all the means that were once in the Salander Desert can be easily used.

Although they were Kant's hussars.

But once, they were still the bandits of the Sand Sea who gave the entire Salander Sultanate a headache!

Dispersal raids.

It's their specialty!

The Salander Horse and the Desert Horse, who are good at living in the desert, move briskly between the sand dunes with brisk steps, and this speed is not much slower than moving in the plains.

Centered around 15 Salander riders.

25 elite desert bandits, and 40 desert bandits, spread out a wide range.

Almost dozens of meters away, the rest of the squad can be seen.

But in fact, distance is not a problem, they all have a set of ways to connect with each other, they are teammates in front of and behind, left and right, as long as someone rides up the sand dunes, shouts and greets a few tones that the Salander robbers know, with the tacit understanding cultivated in the past plundering career, they can make the other comrades have a clear mind and react quickly.

Or scatter and attack the enemy's troops.

Or assemble behind a sand dune somewhere, form a neat charge formation, and raise your spears and charge straight at the enemy.

However, what they are best at the moment is still hidden.

Kant stood on the top floor of the Consulate, Fatis and Manid following him, gazing to the north, and could clearly see the desert bandits spreading behind the dunes, like loaches, slick through the crevices at the bottom of the dunes.

"They're good." Kant's eyes were filled with satisfaction.

"Perhaps." Fatis nodded.

His tone was dismissive, this was the confidence brought by the state and the contempt brought by education.

For this Swadia knight, although the desert bandits were notorious in the Salander Sultanate and belonged to the feared light cavalry, he knew that these light cavalry did not play much role in the frontal battlefield.

Even the Salander riders could chase them and encircle them, let alone the Swadia heavy cavalry, who were all heavily armoured with men and horses.

After a pause, Fatis noticed that his tone of reply to Kant was rather rude, so he explained: "But these Salanders are quite good if they can cause some trouble and confusion to the enemy army. ”

"Yes, that's it."

Kant chuckled, not caring about the wrong words that had preceded Fatis.

He doesn't demand much from the desert bandits.

After all, in the division of troops, it also belongs to the cavalry of about level 3, to be precise, it should be about level 2.5, and the elite of desert bandits can be regarded as level 3 cavalry, and the combat effectiveness is not strong.

The troops capable of harassing the enemy are annoying, that is what he requires.

These desert bandits can do it.

Four short javelins per person may not be much, but 40 desert bandits are 160, which is a miracle for harassment.

Not to mention the 25 elite desert bandits.

Equipped with 6 short javelins per person, although there are only 25 people, the number of javelins has reached 150.

So Kant had faith.

These 300 short javelins with heavy gravity are thrown one by one, and the killing effect is much better than that of feather arrows and crossbow arrows, although the disadvantage is that the range is short, and the total calculation is only more than 10 meters, but it can't stand the lethality.

Moreover, people take advantage of the horse's momentum to quickly help their arm strength, and the short javelin thrown out is armor-piercing in the effect.

It is estimated that even the chain mail worn by Salander's riders can pierce a blood hole.

What's more, according to Kant's understanding, those high-level gnolls warriors in the Graymane Kingdom are generally equipped with chain mail, although they have a good defensive effect against swords and slashes, but they are a little worse off against stabbing defenses.

Due to structural problems, chain mail is not as effective as defending against bows and crossbows, as is armor, chain mail, or scale armor.

Now you have encountered a javelin that can destroy even shields and chain mail.

Those gnolls can only ask for more blessings for themselves!

"Here we are."

Fatis spoke suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

Kant and Manid's faces were also solemn, and they followed Fatis's gaze towards the north.

Just to the north, among the layers of sand dunes, countless black dots were appearing at the top of the dunes, seemingly slowly, but in fact, they were moving quickly towards the sentry oasis where they were, and the black pressure was continuous in patches, all occupying seven or eight sand dunes.

"Knock knock

The bronze bell was struck by the Swadia light infantry in charge, and the clear sound of the bell echoed through the fortress.

The soldiers who were still on standby all stood up.

The crossbowmen on the walls and on the turrets were all armed with their weapons aimed at the north side.

Crowds of civilians are also waiting in the open space under the walls, and if the walls are in a state of emergency and are about to be breached, the special effects of the bell tower will be activated, turning into 550 recruits with basic armament.

Although he couldn't withstand the powerful offend, he still had no problem barely holding the front with his own life.

"It's finally here."

Kant squinted slightly, supporting the concave and convex arrow wall with both hands, but his heart was calm: "The expeditionary force of the Graymane Kingdom." ”

He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

Since defeating the Gnoll tribe, capturing Assechi, discovering the northern part of the Naryn Desert and the coast of Mannheim, and knowing the Greymane Kingdom composed of high gnolls, Kant has understood that today's battle is absolutely unavoidable, because the other party has come with malicious intentions, and in essence, the intention is to plunder and war.

These high-ranking gnolls of the Greymane Kingdom have no idea of peace talks or trade.

Kant didn't have this idea either.

War is the best option.

If those high-ranking gnolls of the Greymane Kingdom really came in the spirit of friendship and chose peace, trade, and trade, then who could he, in the sentry oasis, the baron of the titular Lion Principality, represent?

He can't represent anyone!

On the contrary, because of the profits brought by the jackals, they will fall into an endless crisis.

Why did the nobles who had forced him to be banished to the desert allow Kant to reappear in high society, laughing and talking to them hypocritically, and then slitting their throats with a knife?

Just look at the heirs of the Lion Principality, who die every year for some reason.

To become a nobleman, no one is good!

And the most critical point is the natural salt mine, which is an extremely important resource point for Kant's future development, and it is absolutely impossible for him to let it go to anyone again, even if it is a war, he will not hesitate to do so.

This salt mine represents the future!

The barren Naren Desert, and perhaps valuable, is this salt mine.

Kant could not have let go.

The heart beat faster because of the spread of thought, not fear, not excitement, but simple throbbing, especially looking at the enemy troops that were getting closer and closer, and the light cavalry who condescendingly looked around and scattered, and had not yet emerged, but only carefully observed, Kant slowly held his hand and said in a deep voice: "Tell everyone, get ready." ”

The troops of the gnolls are already less than 2,000 meters away.

It's still a piece of black pressure.

The grey fur characteristic of the gnolls is quite conspicuous, with a slightly rickety back, and a beastly head.

If it's night, there must be green eyes in both eyes.

It's terrifying.

But Fatis's brow furrowed slightly, his gaze swept over the hordes of gnolls, and finally fixed his gaze in the very middle, his brow furrowed more and more, and he suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Huh?" Kant's brow furrowed similarly.

Even Manid, who is not good at military affairs, is a little incredulous.

"What's going on?" Someone spoke like a muttering to himself.

The tone was even more confused.

This is everyone's heart now, and even there is a bit of astonishment in their tones.

The number of gnolls who arrived in pieces was indeed very large, according to Fatis's visual measurements, it definitely exceeded the 2,500 people estimated by the desert bandits, and even if you look at this dense queue condescendingly, there are 3,000 people.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible to form a march of this magnitude and trample several sand dunes.

Kant: They were puzzled and stunned.

I still can't believe it.

Because there are more than 3,000 gnolls in this area, all of them are familiar "old friends"!

The jaw has long pointed fangs, gray fur, a head like a beast, a body covered in tattered linen and animal skins, and a mace studded with gravel and bad iron in his hand...

Inferior gnolls!

These are the favorite races of the "Drehem", the favorite cargo of the Kingdom of Vekia, the favorite slaves of the snowy iron ore owners, and the favorite dinars of Kant, these low-class gnolls.

The astonishment comes from here.

That's right, it's the army of these low-level gnolls.

A low-level gnoll who can be cut down by 40 desert bandits, galloping on horseback, chasing more than 300 tribes with scimitars!

They went on an expedition against Kant's "Drehem", gathering so many people that they wanted to use their maces to level the stone fortress in waves.

"Heh, are you kidding me?"

Kant narrowed slightly, his eyes swept over the gnolls of great size.

The black pressure was pressed into pieces, but as the distance approached, looking at their chaotic formation, the queue that had no tactics at all, couldn't help but clench his fists, and said in a deep voice as if insulted: "Now I want to know, those from the coast of Mannheim, the kingdom of Greymane... What about the Expeditionary Force? ”

In Kant's eyes, those were his enemies.

As for these low-level gnolls, they are just a bunch of garbage that can be defeated at any time!

PS: I'm obviously setting up automatic update at 3 o'clock... When I came back, I found that I forgot to release it on a regular basis.,Sorry...