It was an incomparably brutal battle.

A desperate war between races for living space.

The number of gnolls approaching 500 gradually approached, and the beast-like heads were covered with anthropomorphic murderous intent.

This sentry oasis, where their ancestors have lived for generations, is now occupied by humans, which is tantamount to taking away their homeland and usurping their land.

This is an irreconcilable contradiction.

Any race that wants to survive in this desert must be expelled and slaughtered by the race that previously occupied the desert oasis.

Kant wanted to live, so he had to destroy these gnolls.

Dehrim wants to develop, so he wants to let these gnolls die.

It's as simple as that.

The law of the forest is annexation, while the law of the desert is extinction.

Look at the Middle East on the earth, the two river basins surrounded by deserts, no matter how many brilliant civilizations have been created, but once they decay and are occupied by other peoples and civilizations, they will completely disappear in the long river of history, cutting off the inheritance of civilizations and nations, leaving only a few historical relics, which still prove their existence.

Therefore Kant has no mercy, in essence, he belongs to the aggressor.

Things have come to this point.

And won't back down!

The gnolls are still lurking, and the scale of more than 500 people is pressed into pieces, bringing these ignorant and cruel primitive races a fanatical confidence from the heart.

Numerical superiority leads to self-confidence and complacency about being undetected in the lurking process.

But these gnolls never imagined that they were actually still exposed, and the humans who were still sleeping were waiting for work at this time, and when they approached, they brazenly tore off their disguises and launched a fierce counterattack against them!

The counterattack worked.

Caught these gnolls off guard.

The gnolls warriors at the forefront could only stare in shock at the row of sharp spears stabbing at the row of sharp spears, and then there was a sharp pain in their abdomen, and they were directly stabbed to the ground by the sharp spears.

His eyes widened in vain, and his mouth full of sharp teeth opened.

He let out a low howl, with misery and despair, and fell to the ground completely lifeless.

Because the spear that was 2 meters long had left an irreparable blow in their bodies, and the mace in the hands of these gnolls could not cause harm to the humans at the end of the spear.

Under the bright moonlight, the spearheads that shone with a cold glow had all been dyed red.

These 30 Swadia infantrymen armed with spears were the main force of this battle!

The iron spearhead, carefully crafted by the blacksmith, easily stabbed into the gnoll's body, and after the spear-wielding hand twisted slightly, causing internal organs to tear and bleed profusely, it was quickly pulled out, and then stabbed again fiercely.

Blood was splattering, and the strong smell of blood began to permeate the cold desert.

The spear phalanx was originally the infantry tactics of the Swadia Kingdom.

As the once strongest old kingdom in the continent of Calradia, when the rebellion in the southwestern mountains of Svadia had not yet occurred, those mountain people from the Rhodok Mountains were the best candidates to form a spear phalanx to maintain the front.

But even without the stone-steadfast Rhodoks, these Swadians were still able to form a phalanx of spears.

With skillful training skills, the intestines of those gnolls are pierced through the stomach!

"Long live Svadia!"

Kant screamed as the sharp blade of his sword sliced through the throat of the gnolls who had fallen to the ground but were not yet dead.

He's cheering everyone up.

Because on the battlefield, there is no sound that can compare to the encouragement of the lord, which means that they are still fighting with their lord, and there are plenty of comrades around them to fight with them.

This proves that they are not yet defeated.

"Hooray!"

The peasants of Swadia shouted the same.

Closely flanked by these infantrymen, long-handled scythes made from farm tools slashed like broadswords and halberds, leaving bloody wounds on the gnolls who had never been armoured.

At the moment of close combat, at least more than 30 gnolls were killed.

However, Kant and his infantry were not complacent, and still pressed forward firmly.

They also suffered casualties.

"No, help me... uh..."

On both sides, the screams of Swadia peasants appeared.

Someone was close to the jackal, and the mace full of iron nails was smashed hard, and these peasants, who were also not wearing armor, could only resist with their own flesh.

The consequences were tragic.

"Hmm... Help me..."

Others were knocked to the ground by the gnoll's mace, and the flesh was blurred by the nails at the wounds.

But more often than not, it was the blunt trauma caused by the mace's own weight, which had already injured the bones of the peasants, but they did not need to worry about the subsequent injuries, because the next gnolls had already torn their throats with their fangs.

Seven Swadia peasants fell, completely out of life.

"Hold on, hold on!"

Kant's eyes were red, these peasants were his capital, and it was a great pity that all of them were consumed here.

But he could still bear these casualties.

Gritting his teeth, Kant said loudly: "Keep the tight formation and continue to move forward." ”

"Yes!" Beside him, spear-wielding infantrymen shouted in response.

Although the peasants suffered losses, the main forces of these operations still firmly controlled the whole field.

They are unharmed.

On the contrary, in front of the advancing spear phalanx, the gnolls no longer dared to continue the hard fight, and after leaving more than 20 corpses behind, they began to scatter to both sides.

These gnolls know that without armor and shields, they can't break through the front of the spear phalanx!

But even on both sides, the peasants were still gritting their teeth, holding their scythes and slashing fiercely.

For their homeland.

For their own village.

For the sake of their own kingdom.

These Swadia peasants, too, are desperate!

They also had to fight hard!

A ferocious counterattack will stun these gnolls, this is the opportunity that Kant expected, only with the huge casualties in a short period of time, let these gnolls palpitate and chill, and lose the morale to continue fighting, is the key to their victory.

A person's courage is not constant.

These flesh-and-blood gnolls are not fearless either.

They can also be afraid.

The sudden counterattack made these stunned gnolls not react at all, looking at the companions who were stabbed to the ground in front of them, those lucky ones who had escaped from the tribe before, at this time they also seemed to remember the fear of last night.

The sound of horses' hooves, shouts, fights, swords slashing through the neck, the sound of blood gushing.

Everything comes with great fear.

"Dada... Da Da... Da Da..."

The gnolls retreated in horror, and the rough maces made of wood and iron nails in their hands fell to the ground subconsciously, but they still did not know it, as if they were about to see the most feared thing.

Yes, it's the sound of horses' hooves.

They were the most frightened sounds when they fled in the desert last night!

"Kill!"

A few shouts appeared, and in the night, I don't know where six cavalry roared to appear.

At the same time, there were also heavy short javelins.

"Huhu

The air was torn apart, and the sharp short javelin swept over a distance of more than ten meters, nailing 6 gnolls who could not dodge.

Immediately came the six of them holding spears, like falling from the sky, crashed into the chaotic formation of those jackals from the side, the huge inertia knocked a few unlucky ghosts away, and the sharp spear, fiercely pierced through several jackals, nailing them to the sand, writhing painfully, but could not do anything.

Kant's only cavalry, the desert bandits are coming!

"Long live Svadia!"

The appearance of these six desert bandits made the infantry around Kant extremely excited, and let out a cheer of high morale.

The spear in his hand was already covered with blood, and the corpse of the gnoll in front of him was already covered all over the ground.

"It's now."

Kant looked at the wavering gnolls with a solemn look on his face.

He understood that because of the appearance of the cavalry, these gnolls thought of yesterday's raid and the tragic death of their comrades, so their morale began to be low, and they even wanted to flee.

Units that have experienced heavy losses will quickly collapse in morale if they face the same heavy losses again in a short period of time.

Those gnolls are like that now.

More than 100 gnolls retreated in horror, and at night they also did not know where there were other cavalry hidden, and they quickly retreated, even if they threw away the mace in their hands, they were completely frightened, and they did not have the courage to continue fighting.

Even the other gnolls in the group retreated in horror.

Panic and demoralization can spread.

Hundreds of gnolls remained in the desert, but many more of them fled in rout.

The battle ended quickly.

"Stop the chase and come back."

Kant's order was given without allowing the desert bandits to ride their horses in pursuit.

He only has these 6 desert bandits.

Even if it is a loss of one person, it is a great loss, not to mention that these desert bandits are only light cavalry that can assault, and they are obviously less defensive than the cavalry of the Lion Principality who are trained to wear chain mail and wear chain mail.

Kant stood at the edge of the oasis and looked at the gnolls who had disappeared between the dunes, and the solemnity on his face partially dissipated.

He won.

Shaking his head, he spoke, "Clean up the battlefield." ”

At the same time, Kant looked up at the farmers next to him, all with sad faces, and also exhaled heavily: "Remember to count the battle damage, and hand it over to me after you get it." ”

"Understood." A desert bandit nodded, indicating that he accepted the task.

Kant stands in place, and the retinal data frame appears.

But his face was extremely embarrassed, and he couldn't help but clench his fists, and said, "Win a fluke." ”