The expeditionary force of the Graymane Kingdom is like the sword of Damocles, hanging over Kant's head, and it will appear at any time, putting him in the most dangerous situation, and the slightest wrong step is the abyss from which he will never recover.

Time is not on Kant's side, because he does not have the initiative, and can only passively choose to accept.

This is undoubtedly what made Kant most anxious.

He has not grown to the peak, and for the enemy, Kant's sentry oasis, the "Drehem", which has been transformed from a village into a fortress, is still weak, even if he already has the strength to fight back, it is still not a matter of concern.

This represents contempt, self-confidence in one's own strength, and arrogance in the contempt for Kant.

For Kant, this may be the enemy's flaw.

Get back to the Sentry Oasis as soon as possible and do your best to be prepared.

Including the experience gained from this sortie, as well as the coarse salt brought back, can become Kant's strength in the shortest possible time, providing vital help for his next defense.

After scattered battles along the way, as well as fighting in the ruins of the tribe.

The original 5 Salander riders are close to perfection and can be upgraded to Kant's only two current level 5 troops at any time, this kind of heavy cavalry that is no less than the Swadian knights in the original version of the cavalry, the strongest king in the desert, Mamluks!

The only level 5 heavy ride that Kant has.

Unlike the Ravenston Ranger, a level 5 class, as an archer, he is only in a support position in war.

The strongest cavalry in these deserts, but they are truly charged, invincible existence, able to cut the enemy's troops alive and crush, symbolizing the absolute trump card of the troops!

Although there are only 5 people, it is equivalent to the sharpest blade of the longsword.

Because they have composed the most critical and also the most terrifying points.

These 5 Mamluks lead the 50 Swadia heavy cavalry that Kant currently has, as well as the 15 Salander riders, the 25 elite desert bandits, and perhaps 20 desert bandits per week in the future.

This is the point of breaking the surface.

The cavalry, which numbered no more than 100 people, was enough to crush the troops of thousands from the front, and directly cut them into two sections.

What's more, there are other people's experiences, and it is estimated that they are about to reach the top.

Before the arrival of the expeditionary force of the Greymane Kingdom, Kant would have these Salandians form a cavalry team to sweep the desert around.

Intercept and kill small groups of wandering gnolls.

It is also to allow them to gain a lot of experience as soon as possible and eventually level up.

Salander riders and desert bandit elites are light cavalry, don't worry about the disadvantage that although the Swadia heavy cavalry is a level 4 class, they can't go deep into the desert to fight alone, as long as they bring enough food and water, they can attack and fight everywhere.

Therefore, what Kant lacked was time.

"It's a pity." His brows furrowed tightly, and he sighed softly in his heart: "The initiative is not in my hands. ”

Just when you think.

Behind him, the Salander rider hurried over and reported: "My lord, everything has been collected. ”

"Well, that's a good speed." Kant nodded in approval.

On the saline-alkali land not far away, the peasants used tools to collect the coarse salt that was available everywhere, put it all in sacks, carefully bundled it, and placed it on the backs of the 10 dromedaries who accompanied them.

At that time, Arab merchants relied on these dromedary camels, known as the ships of the desert, to form a large number of camel caravans, which crossed the vast desert and the harsh desert, and resold the goods from the East and the West, which were very profitable.

"Inform the surrounding desert bandits."

Kant opened his mouth and instructed the Salander riders next to him: "We are ready to return. ”

"Understood." The Salander rider nodded, and immediately rode away.

The elite of the desert bandits have dispersed, and a team of 5 people has repeatedly reconnoitred around, or carried a scimitar to chase and kill the small group of gnolls that still have a fluke mentality in this vicinity, ensuring safety and increasing their combat exploits.

Of course, for them, these feats of war are the experiences that Kant understood.

No one is going to rest on their laurels.

They are all living people and have their own ideas.

Becoming a strong and respected top class is a lifelong pursuit for them, and they are certainly willing to work hard.

What's more, they all saw the goal.

In this land of miracles, under the leadership of Lord Kant, there are already predecessors who will become Mamluks.

This is the goal that any Salander soldier aspires to.

"Whew-"

The desert horses under their crotches snorted, and the elite desert bandits who had scattered out gradually retreated.

They're not fast, though.

For not far from them, the gnoll men with their heads bowed and their heads bowed were walking side by side, covered with shabby and scruffy animal skins and linens, and the maces that should have been held in their hands were gone.

It seems that these low-level gnolls have been captured, and even their weapons have been thrown down and they have chosen to surrender.

Return to the salt mines.

Kant looked at the captives composed of these low-level gnolls, close to the size of more than 300 people, and his face was also slightly stunned.

Turning his head to look at those desert bandit elites, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and asked, "This really makes me wonder, how did you bring back so many captives after you went out to investigate, and these gnolls would surrender obediently?" ”

"Actually, my lord, as you can see."

These elite desert bandits shrugged their shoulders and said helplessly, "They really surrendered. ”

Salander's riders stood on guard, and although their spears had been broken by the charge, the bright elite scimitars were clenched in their hands, vigilantly watching the dirty and sloppy low-level gnolls, who dared to rush in and slash if anything else moved.

Not to mention them, even Kant found it a little unbelievable.

These uncivilized, ferocious and savage low-level gnolls actually chose to surrender to them.

It's as if Kant and his sentry oasis had surrendered to the expeditionary forces of the Greymane Kingdom, the high gnolls from the shores of Mannheim, which was theoretically impossible.

None of them are of the same race, and they are even rival races that fight for supremacy in the desert and fight for survival.

There is not much difference between surrender and death, and the final consequence is still one word...

Die!

It's the difference between dying early and dying late, and even struggling to resist can win a small chance of survival.

But just surrendering like that, how could Kant possibly let them go?

Kant snorted lightly, stretched out his hand to these desert bandit elites and commanded: "Since they have chosen to surrender, then bring them all back, the owners of the snow iron mines in the Kingdom of Vekia have never lacked dinars!" ”

Soft-hearted?

For Kant it did not exist.

Which race, which power, in the ascending period, can be merciful and let go of its enemies?

It's like an ancient country has developed from ancient times to the present, and it is about to occupy most of Asia, and the enemies in history have been wiped out.

Joke.

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself.

Kant prefers to cut the grass and eradicate the roots!

"Yes, my lord."

The Desert Bandits' elite responded, but their actions were unceremonious.

Directly pulled out the scabbard on his waist and slashed it at the back of the head or cheek of these low-level gnolls, so that this group of gnolls who had lost their morale and wildness, and only knew how to be silently obedient, quickly gathered together.

Others brought hemp rope and tied their hands and feet one by one.

Although it is true that there are more than 300 jackals in number, it looks no different from more than 300 Shiba dogs.

Kant looked at the group of gnolls coldly.

The heart is extremely complicated, the defeated are so miserable, only the winner can be domineering, if you don't want to become such a wretched appearance, in addition to winning those difficult victories again and again, you can only make yourself stronger.

"Let's go." Kant turned on his horse, turned his horse's head and left.

"Let's go."

The elite of the desert bandits were also scolding, slamming the scabbards in their hands on the cheeks of the slower gnolls.

Some people used too much force, their flesh and blood were blurred, and even a few teeth were knocked out.

But so what.

The gnolls who have chosen to surrender and become captives have no flesh and no ferocity at all, although they are wilder than human, but under the threat of death, reason is always greater than savagery.

Since they have surrendered, they do not want to die.

Start walking back.

The speed of the return journey was not fast because of the caravan and the gnoll captives.

They still eat on time, set off at dawn, rest at noon, go into the night, sleep late at night, and their schedules are very regular.

The ruins of the tribe that had been destroyed by Kant again no longer had any gnolls.

After the loss of the well, the value of existence is lost.

In the vast sea of sand, there may be oases with other water sources, but they are extremely rare, and it is extremely difficult for these low-level gnolls to find, and they cannot afford too many gnolls to survive if they are found.

The Naren Desert is known as a civilized desert and a forbidden area for races, not in the poetry sung by poets, but in the lessons of blood and tears.

The days of these low-level gnolls, even if they are gifted with patience, are becoming more and more difficult.

Of course, for Kant, it is not worth caring.

All of these gnolls died in the desert, lest he have to sweep back and forth in the future.

Two days and two nights passed.

The troops personally led by Kant finally returned to the sentry oasis.

Loaded with a large amount of coarse salt, as well as a lack of water and food, more than 300 gnoll captives who were already faltering.

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