Lord of the Oasis

　　 This is an extremely cruel battle.

　　 The fateful battle between races for survival space.

　　 The number of jackals close to 500 gradually approached, with a beastly savage intention on the beast-like head.

　　 This sentry oasis is a place where their ancestors have lived and thrived, but now they are occupied by human beings, which is equivalent to taking away their hometown and occupying their land.

　　 This is an irreconcilable contradiction.

　　If any race wants to survive in this desert, it is necessary to expel and slaughter the race that occupied the desert oasis.

　　Kant wants to live, so we must destroy these jackals.

　　Dekhrim wants to develop, so he must let these jackals die.

It's that simple.

　　The law of forests is annexation, while the law of deserts is extinction.

Looking at the Middle East on the earth, the two river basins surrounded by deserts, no matter how many splendid and brilliant civilizations have been created, once they decay and are occupied by other peoples and civilizations, they will completely disappear in the long river of history, cutting off civilizations and peoples. The heritage of the city has only left a few historical remains, and it also proves their existence.

　　 Therefore, Kant will not have mercy, and in essence, he belongs to the aggressor.

　　 Things have reached this point.

　　 will not flinch!

　　The wolf man is still lurking forward, and the scale of more than 500 people has been pressed into pieces, which has brought these foolish and cruel primitive races with fanatic confidence from the heart.

　　Quantity advantage brings self-confidence and complacency for undiscovered incubation.

　　 But these jackals never thought that they were actually still exposed. The humans who were still sleeping are waiting for their work at this time. When they came close, they just teared off their camouflage and launched a fierce counterattack!

　　 This counterattack is very effective.

　　 made these jackals almost unprepared.

　　The jackal warriors at the forefront had to stare at the green eyes with amazement, watching the row of sharp spears pierce, and then came the abdomen with severe pain, they were directly stabbed on the ground by the sharp spears.

　　 opened his eyes in vain and opened his mouth full of teeth.

　　 whispered in a low voice, with miserable and desperate, fell to the ground and completely lost vitality.

　　 Because of the 2m-long spear, it has left irreparable damage to their bodies, and the spiked sticks in the hands of these jackals cannot harm the humans at the tail of the spear.

　　 Under the bright and clear moonlight, the spearheads shimmering steadily and coldly were all dyed red.

　　The 30 Swadia infantry armed with spears are the main force of this battle!

　　The iron spearhead carefully crafted by the blacksmith easily thrust into the body of the jackal, and as the hand holding the spear twisted slightly, causing the internal organs to tear and bleed, it was quickly pulled out, and then stabbed again.

　　 The blood was splashing, and the rich **** smell began to diffuse in the cold desert.

　　 Phalanx phalanx, this is the infantry tactics of Swadia Kingdom.

　　 As the most powerful and old-time kingdom in Kaladea, Svadia had not yet rebelled in the southwestern mountains. The mountain people from the Rhodok mountains were the best candidates to form a spear phalanx to maintain the front.

　　But even if the Rhodoks who are as firm as a stone are lost, these Swadians can still form a spear phalanx.

　　With his skillful training skills, he pierces the intestines of those jackals!

　　 "Long live Swadia!"

　　 Kant shouted, while the sharp blade cut open the throat of the jackal who was still dead.

　　He is inspiring everyone's morale.

　　Because on the battlefield, there is no voice comparable to the encouragement of the lord, which means that they are still fighting with their lord, and there are plenty of comrades beside them fighting with them.

　　This proves that they have not yet defeated.

　　 "Long live!"

　　Swadia's peasants shouted likewise.

Followed closely on both sides of these infantry, the long-handled sickle transformed from agricultural tools was chopped off like a sword and a halberd, leaving a **** wound on the jackals who had never been equipped with armor. .

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

　　 And Kant and his infantry were not complacent, and still moved forward firmly.

　　 They also had casualties.

　　 "No, save me... uh..."

On both sides, the screams of the Swadian farmers appeared.

　　 Someone was approached by a jackal, and the spiked mace was smashed down. These peasants, who were not wearing armor, could only resist with their own flesh.

　　 The consequences are terrible.

　　 "Um...save me..."

　　 Another person was hit by the wolf's mace to the ground, and the blood and flesh of the wound were stabbed with nails.

But more is the blunt injury caused by the weight of the mace, which has already injured the bones of these farmers, but they do not need to worry about the subsequent injury, because the next jackal has used fangs Teared their throats.

　　 Seven Swadia farmers fell and lost their vitality completely.

　　 "Hold on, hold on!"

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

　　 But these casualties can still be sustained by him.

　　Clenched his teeth, Kant exclaimed: "Keep tight formation, continue to move forward."

　　 "Yes!" The infantry armed with spears echoed loudly.

　　Although the peasants suffered losses, the main force of these operations still firmly controlled the entire audience.

　　 They have not been injured.

　　 On the contrary, just in front of the phalanx of spears advancing step by step, the jackals no longer dared to continue to fight hard, and after leaving more than 20 corpses, they began to spread toward the sides.

　　 These jackals know that without armor and shields, they can't pass the front of the spear phalanx!

　　 But even on both sides, the peasants were still gritting their teeth, holding long sickles and chopping hard.

　　 For his own home.

　　 For his village.

　　 For his own kingdom.

　　 These Swadian farmers are also desperate!

　　 They also had to work hard!

　　The fierce counterattack will kill these jackals. This is the opportunity Kant expected. Only with the huge casualties in a short period of time, these jackals were trembling and losing their morale to continue fighting, which was the key to their victory.

　　 One's courage is not constant.

　　 These flesh and blood jackals are not fearless.

　　 They will also be afraid.

　　The sudden counterattack made these shocked jackals never respond. Looking at the companions who were stabbed to the ground in front of them, the lucky ones who had fled the tribe before, seemed to think of the fear of last night.

　　 The sound of horseshoes, the shouting, the sound of fighting, the long sword cut across the neck, the sound of blood flowing.

　　 Everything has great fear.

　　 "Da Da... Da Da... Da Da..."

　　 And the jackals receded back in horror. The rough mace made of wood and iron nails fell to the ground subconsciously, but they still did not know it, as if they were about to see the most fearful thing.

　　 Yes, this is the sound of horseshoes.

　　 The sound of the most fear when they escaped in the desert last night!

"kill!"

　　 Several shouts appeared, and at night, I did not know where the 6 cavalry came from.

　　 appeared at the same time, and there were heavy short javelins.

　　 "Hoo hu hu hu--"

　　 The air was torn, and a sharp short javelin flew over a distance of tens of meters, nailing 6 jackals who could not dodge.

Then came the six of them with their spears on their backs, just like the sky falling, they hit the chaotic formations of the jackals from the side. The huge inertia hit a few unlucky ghosts, and the sharp long The spear penetrated several jackals fiercely, nailing them to the sand and twisting painfully, but they could do nothing.

　　 is Kant’s only cavalry, and the desert robbers are here!

　　 "Long live Swadia!"

　　The appearance of these six desert robbers invigorated the infantry around Kant and gave cheers of high morale.

　　 The spear in his hand was already full of blood, and the corpse of the werewolf in front of him had been covered.

　　 "Just now."

　　 Kant looked at the shaking wolf men with dignified faces.

　　 He understood that because of the appearance of cavalry, these jackals were associated with yesterday’s raid and the tragic death of their comrades, so morale began to decline, and they even wanted to escape.

　　Having experienced tragedies, UU read books www. Once uukanshu.com faces the same heavy damage again in a short time, the morale will collapse quickly.

　　The present Jackals are like this.

More than 100 jackals receded in horror. At night, they also did not know whether there was any other cavalry hiding somewhere, and they quickly retreated, even if they throw away the mace in their hands. He was caught in a panic and had no courage to continue fighting.

　　 and even the other jackals that they drove back backward in horror.

　　 Panic and low morale can spread.

　　Hundreds of corpses of jackals were left in the desert, but more of those jackals chose to flee.

　　 The battle ended quickly.

　　 "Stop chasing and come back."

　　Kant's order was issued, and there was no request to allow the desert robbers to chase horses.

　　He only had these 6 desert robbers.

　　 Even if one person is lost, it is a great loss, not to mention that these desert robbers are just assaultable light cavalry. They have significantly less defensive abilities than the cavalry of male lion principalities trained in chain mail.

　　 Kant stood on the edge of the oasis and looked at the jackals who disappeared among the dunes. The dignity on his face also disappeared.

　　 He won.

　　Shake his head, he said: "Clean the battlefield."

　　At the same time, Kant looked up at the farmers next to him, one by one with sad faces, and he exhaled heavily: "Remember to count the war damage, and hand it over to me after getting it right."

　　 "Understood." A desert robber nodded, which meant that he accepted the task.

　　Kant stood in place, and a data frame appeared on the retina.

　　 But his face was extremely embarrassing, he couldn't help but clenched his fists, and he said: "Winning a fluke."