Lord of the Oasis

"Awow--"

Finally, the Jackals could not bear the hunger and thirst, and ran quickly to continue to the lake full of corpses, even the water was stained with blood, and sipped the **** lake.

Hundreds and thousands, this group of low-lying jackals continued to swarm up.

Thirst drives them crazy.

Even on the city walls and arrow towers, the Wikia archers and Swadia crossbowmen continued to shoot arrows, so that the arrows and crossbows filled the corpses of the entire lake, like layers of white straw. Still can't stop the more and more crowded inferior jackals drinking water.

Even in order to save more advanced cone head arrows, the Livingston Rangers have bowed and no longer shoot.

But the arrow rain that was shot was more dense.

50 archers and 50 crossbowmen have all gathered on the west wall and arrow tower.

Layers of arrows and rain continued, so that the shore of the lake 30 meters away was full of corpses of low-level jackals. The layers of blood were flowing into the lake water, rendering the originally clear lake water rendered pink.

This group of armor-free low-level jackals can't stop the bow and arrows and crossbows at all!

"crazy."

Manid couldn't help speaking.

The lower jackals in the front were shot to death, and the latter also had to scramble forward.

The purpose is to drink water.

Or you may come into contact with the lake water that has been stained with blood.

This purpose of survival made all the low-level jackals red eyes, the entire queue collapsed completely, the original appearance of Nawu pressed into pieces, as more and more fell into the mad low-level jackals fight, completely Dissipated in the invisible.

Cannibalism continues to appear.

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

The brain plasma cracked and blood flowed.

In addition to the arrow rain that may spill at any time, death is everywhere.

Can make them crazier.

These jackals are crazy!

Kant stood on the spot, looking calmly at the **** bank below. As the crossbowmen shot on the city walls, the jackals of the arrow fell every moment, but there were more Jackals were rushing up, layer upon layer, seemingly fearless, but in the end even corpses floated in the lake and hundreds of people died.

This is a farce.

A farce that makes people laugh.

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

When he saw that these lower jackals were dying more and more, the anger in his heart was accumulating.

Fist shook his fist slightly, Kant said slowly: "This is the enemy I demand to ensure strict defense. It really did not make me think that my enemy is actually some humble jackal, and even the recruits can resist the garbage."

Manid smiled bitterly: "They are really vulnerable." He also had nothing to say.

"Yes."

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

At first, he chose to leave this lake outside the city wall, leaving only the spring water inside the city wall, in order to seduce those enemies who were desperately short of water after long journeys to drink water, use the advantages of the city wall and the arrow tower to consume the enemy The vitality of the world.

This is a decision he made in person.

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

The physical lack of water makes these jackals almost crazy and completely irrational.

It stands to reason that Kant should be happy and appreciate the battle where the enemy is dying, but he can't be happy because he has no intention of being an opponent at all for these inferior jackals.

It is because he took more than 300 low-level infantry and destroyed the battle of the Jackal Horde.

Now that he has more elite troops, why should he consider these low-level jackals as the enemy of life and death?

Prepared by Kant.

It should be enjoyed by those who are higher jackals!

It is for the expeditionary army of the Grey Mane Kingdom, those high jackals from the coast of Mannheim!

"Report the results to me after the end."

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

Not far away, Fatis has already prepared with 5 Mamluks and 50 Swadia heavy cavalry, and the route of the charge is aimed at the side of the lake’s low-lying jackals who fight for water. .

Although there are only 50 people, the resulting impact is not too bad.

This is not hostile fighting between armies.

Instead, 56 regular heavy cavalry are about to slaughter a group of beggars who have lost their fighting will.

It was a massacre!

The horseshoe stepped heavily into the sand, and the soft gravel instantly sag, but it brought effective power to set off the running horse's running, and the speed of galloping was getting faster and faster. In just a few seconds, it rushed through forty or fifty meters The distance, entered the full-speed charge mode, slammed into their target!

"Long live Kant!"

Fatis rushed to the fore, with the sword of the knight in his hand held high and charged first.

Behind the sound of horseshoes, even when stepped on the sand layer, it caused a roar like faint lightning.

Five Mamluks were guarded on both sides of Fatiz, while the 50 Swadia heavy cavalry behind them were lined up one after another, stepping side by side, stepping on a regular charge, and violently starting to crush.

Heavy cavalry crushes light infantry!

"Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom--"

The armored war horses easily flew across the dwarves who could not dodge.

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

The horse under the hips stepped on, the horseshoes stepped heavily on the corpse, the muscles and flesh were broken, even if there were still unlucky ghosts, because of the continuous horseshoes, the stepping on the mouth vomiting blood, completely lost the interest.

Perhaps the most simple thing is the guy who was stepped on the head by the horseshoe.

Don't suffer at least!

The power of this charge, even a well-made rifle, couldn't hold up and broke.

But whether it was Mamluk or Svadia heavy cavalry, they did not care at all. They pulled out their two hands of iron rods and maces in the backhand, and waved their hands towards the low-lying jackals who were fighting for their way in a panic. .

The heads were sunken in, and the brains were all smashed out directly.

Jackals with a height of more than 2 meters seem to be the best quality targets, so these heavy cavalry don't need to bend down, just swing their arms to complete the killing one by one.

As for the counterattacks of those lower jackals.

Beggars who haven’t been drinking water for a long time and haven’t had enough food can’t even break the chain mail defense even if they raise their mace

For a time.

The 56-man heavy cavalry was chasing after thousands of jackals.

After the course of the horse's hoof, there were corpses of flesh and blood that were trampled down.

[Deterrence of the enemy] fluttering.

The golden lion on the red background is like alive, without wind and automatically showing its power.

This is the feature is starting.

Looking at the collapsed Jackals, they know that their morale has been reduced to the bottom of terror, and even close to the bottom line. They have no intention of continuing to resist, only knowing the aimless escape.

Scrambling, fearing the deepest abyss, opening their bloodthirsty mouth towards them.

As Kant said, this cannot be a battle.

Just slaughter.

But among the dunes on the west side, the 300 pirate pirates left as soon as possible, leaving their low-ethnic jackal pirates. Their faces have become somber, holding hands tomahawks in their hands, gathering together, and breathing tightly.

Desert robbers have surrounded this group of jackal pirates.

80 light cavalry, surrounded by 300 heavy infantry, some ridiculous.

But it is.

When these people were wearing chain mail and holding two-handed tomahawks in their hands, they knew that they were elite jackals. When they realized that they were stared at by the desert robbers, when they escaped quietly, they directly surrounded them.

Not far away, several short javelins were inserted in the sand, and it didn't seem to have merit.

These jackal pirates can still be dared not to take any action.

Because in their queue, the two companions were sitting on the ground, chest and lower abdomen position, two short javelins had been deeply penetrated, and the chain mail worn on the body did not play any role at all.

The wound was also deeply penetrated by the huge inertia contained in the short javelin, and he did not dare to pull it out.

These jackal pirates have a lot of experience fighting in the sea of ​​stars.

Of course I know that if I pull out these javelins directly into my body at this time, I will definitely cause a lot of bleeding. If I don’t prepare, it will be dead.

But they have no way.

The pirate leader's eyes are full of tyranny and despair.

Other pirates are similar.

Looking at the desert robbers, they have realized that these humans riding on war horses have become so strong, so fast, and so lethal!

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

"How are these humans... different."

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

I walked a distance of more than ten meters and wanted to rush to fight, but these human cavalry did not give them the opportunity to get close, just like flexible sparrows, hula la spread out around, but instead took the opportunity to throw a short javelin and let them directly The two comrades instantly lose their fighting power, and there may be the possibility of death.

They want to go, but these desert robbers are circling their horses~www.readwn.com~ This feeling makes them feel like a pack of wolves.

As long as there is any chance, it will rush to bite off a piece of meat fiercely, and every time a javelin is thrown, a pirate comrade in arms will fall down, waiting for the countdown of death.

Common riding and shooting tactics from the Kugits can bring down all infantry.

Now the Jackal pirates are restless, but in despair they have no choice at all.

Because when they move, revealing vacancies and flaws, it is a dozen short javelins that roared, piercing the armor of their bodies, so that the heroic and warrior pirates who were once on the starry sea were elite and humiliated and fell to the ground.

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

"Human...we surrender!"

The pirate leader looked at the subordinates who were desperate and had no hope at all, but sighed softly, swallowing no saliva at all, and the dry, smoky voice said: "We surrendered..."