Lord of the Oasis

　　Time is 5pm, it is already dusk.

　　 The west-sloping sun was scattered on the sand dunes, and there was a full golden print.

　　Kant stood at the top of the sand dune, and behind him was bathed like a tide, until the sun submerged him.

　　 The area less than one kilometer ahead is the sentry oasis.

　　He could see a piece of yellow sand, a little sparkling in the light of dusk.

　　 It is the water source of the sentry oasis, a lake formed by the thin springs, but if it is a single-view area, but 25 by 6 meters, it is more accurate to call it a pond.

　　 "It's so beautiful." Kant couldn't help feeling.

　　 Just around this pond, there are a lot of lush desert shrubs and 6 tall populus trees.

　　 These green vegetation proudly stretched their branches and leaves in the evening sunlight as if they were telling how the yellow sand invaded. They still struggled stubbornly.

　　The captain of the cavalry, Rowan, stood beside him, nodding indifferently: "Yeah, it's beautiful."

　　 Kant calmly said: "Then they can't let these jackals occupy this place."

　　 "Of course." Rowan continued to nod indifferently.

　　 His eyes swept across the sentry oasis, and he had seen tents built around the pond.

　　There are all kinds of broken materials, linen, bark, and even animal skins obtained from hunting. It seems that they are completely different from the tents they built before.

　　Because this is a tent for jackals, their tribe is located!

　　 took a deep breath, Luo Wen asked in a deep voice: "Master Baron, when do we start?"

　　 "Don't worry."

　　 Kant turned his head and looked at the sun that was still releasing the last mighty force behind him.

　　 It was the dim light of the sun. They crossed the figure of the two of them and kept printing the dim yellow of the sunset in the sentry oasis underneath, and also in the tribe of the jackals below.

　　 As long as you raise your head underneath, it seems that the sunlight parallel to the sand dunes will not open your eyes.

　　 Kant nodded: "It is now."

　　 "Okay." Rowan nodded indifferently, holding the spear in his hand and quickly retreated from the sand dunes.

　　 Just at the bottom of the sand dunes, 20 heavily armed male cavalry of the Principality of the Lions were standing there holding their horses, and they were fully prepared for battle, requiring only orders from Rowan.

　　 An unrelenting battle is about to begin, their faces are equally indifferent, and their eyes are filled with resentment.

　　 They all understand who brought it.

　　 Kant.

　　 The baron of the Principality of the Lion.

　　 Escort came to take office in the Nalun Desert. After 6 days of trekking, he learned at noon that there was no fresh water for the return trip.

　　 Then they will desperately.

　　 So they will be angry.

　　 "The great God of War Edmund is looking at us."

　　 Rowan came to them and took the reins of his warhorse, his face was very dignified: "Let these poor races, the jackals who only eat sand in the desert know, what is the heroism of the lion duchy!"

　　 "Victory!" The cavalry responded neatly.

　　The Principality of the Lions founded the country by martial arts. The gods of faith are all the gods of war, Edmund, who represent war.

　　 So they are not afraid, turning their anger into strength.

"it has started."

　　 Kant watched the 20 cavalry turn over, crossed the sand dunes and rushed towards the sentry oasis.

　　The hard horseshoe hit the sand layer heavily, raising the sand and dust behind him, just like a whirlwind, before the jackals in the sentry oasis reacted, they rushed in with a spear!

　　The point of the gun penetrated the stunned chest of the jackal.

　　 blood flowed out, but the cavalry of the 20 male lion dukes did not mean to give up the spear.

　　 gritted his teeth and strongly supported his arm, continued to bear these jackals like string gourds, and continued to rush into the deeper tribe.

　　 They know that all they have to do is cause more confusion!

　　 "It's our time!"

　　 Kant shouted in a deep voice, carrying the light crossbow in his hand, striding forward toward the front.

　　 Ten Svadia recruits followed him with a spear.

　　 Twenty Swadian farmers were equipped with scythes on both sides.

　　 Their speed is also not slow, almost trotting, but the killing in their eyes has been undoubtedly revealed, because for their territory, the sentinel oasis they live in in the future, they are bound to get it!

　　 "For the Principality of the Lions!"

　　 Rowan and the 20 cavalry were still rushing towards the depths of the tribe.

　　 had a broken spear, but they pulled out their long swords at the waist and slashed the hurrying jackals.

　　 The surprise effect is surprisingly good.

　　 These jackals didn't even know they would be attacked by enemy forces. Even when the periphery was chaotic, most jackals glared at their green eyes and stood in confusion.

　　 Even if they want to find the enemy, it is difficult to do.

　　When they looked to the side where the screams appeared on the west side, the dim yellow sunlight from the top of their heads could not open their eyes!

　　 "Da Da Da Da Da Da -"

　　 The sound of horseshoes is getting closer and closer. Only then can they suddenly find out that they are a personal cavalry.

　　 By this time, it was already too late.

　　 Rowan led his cavalrymen, raised the sword in his hands and hacked through the bodies of these jackals.

　　 Only blood splatters.

　　 These jackals with long fangs and grey fur finally began to collapse, and there was already a look of fear on the head like a wolf.

　　 "Keep the formation, follow me!"

　　 The light crossbow in Kant's hand made a buzzing sound, and a jackal fell not far away.

　　The crossbow arrow on the back has penetrated its spine and penetrated into the heart.

But Kant did not care, his face was cold, and his eyes scanned the depths of the Jackal tribe. Rowan and the 19 cavalry of the Principality of the Lions were still rampaging up with their long swords. They continued to cause panic in these jackals, spreading blood and death. .

　　 "Continue to advance!"

　　 Kant pulled out his short sword and moved forward with the 30 troops behind him.

　　The tribe of jackals that have fallen into chaos cannot organize an effective counterattack, and their advance speed is very fast.

　　 Numerous sorrowful howlings appeared in the ears.

　　The werewolf fled in all directions.

　　The old, the young, and the middle-aged are all fleeing in fear.

　　 Facing the cavalry who appeared suddenly.

　　 and the Swadi recruits with spears.

　　'S memories of ten years ago reappeared in the minds of these jackals.

　　 That was the massacre of the Principality of Lions.

　　 But it is the deepest nightmare of these jackals!

　　 Even now, these jackals who have experienced the slaughter still dare not continue to resist.

　　 "Without alive, we don't need captives."

　　 Kant's voice sounded in the sentry oasis, and announced the miserable end of these jackals.

　　The cavalry are still chasing down the fleeing jackals.

　　Swadia’s farmers and recruits started to clean up the tents of the Jackal tribe around the lake in the sentry oasis. At this time, the battlefield can be cleaned because they won!

　　The jackals who lost their resistance will become lambs slaughtered easily.

　　 What's more, these fierce primitive races, in terms of war, no matter tactics or weapons, can not be compared with humans.

　　The sunset on the sand dunes set.

　　 The battle has also ended.

　　 In the dim sky, the afterglow of the sun is still struggling, releasing the last light of the sun.

　　 But just in the sky, a bright moon was vaguely visible at this time.

The night sky full of stars appeared, and the high temperature during the day seemed to fade away quickly. Even the wind blowing deep in the desert carried a cold chill. After a few hours, the Nalun Desert will enter a temperature of minus 20℃ cold.

　　 Of course, it's not that cold now.

　　The cavalrymen who had just fought back came back on horses, and the cool breeze made them feel comfortable.

　　 "Master Baron, your territory is now available."

　　The captain of the cavalry, Rowan, jumped off the horse, his face still indifferent.

　　 including him, and the cavalrymen behind him, the linen robe on the outside of the chain mail was stained with large pieces of blood, as if dye had spilled on them, and it looked quite weird.

　　 There were also four or five unlucky guys who were hung up, pulling their arms, or limping.

　　 Obviously this battle is not so easy.

　　 Some jackals broke out under the threat of death, and still caused minor injuries to the cavalry who rushed to the front.

　　 "Maybe you can clean the wound first."

　　Kant looked at the wounded and nodded to Rowan: "If you don't mind, I can personally bandage you. After all, I have learned the first aid knowledge on the battlefield with the veterans."

　　 "No need." Luo Wen directly vetoed.

　　 They are themselves veterans from the barracks. Washing and dressing wounds can be done easily by oneself.

　　The captain of the cavalry, Rowan, said coldly to Kant: "We will leave now."

　　The cavalry behind him, everyone looked at Kant indifferently. Even if he lowered his identity so much, he still didn't give the cavalry a slight expression of favor.

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　　 "Leave now?"

　　 Kant frowned slightly, and said helplessly: "This is indeed unexpected, you should rest here for a few days."

　　 And the night in the desert of Nalun is not a good time.

　　 The low temperature of -20℃ can threaten their lives if there is not enough warmth.

　　 "We don't need to rest, we will leave immediately after replenishing fresh water."

　　 wiped a handful of blood on his face, Luo Wen's voice was not a discussion at all, but affirmation.

　　 He turned his head and yelled at the cavalrymen behind him: "Everyone is still in a daze? Go to the carriage and get some water sacs and clothes. After we fill the water, we are ready to return, please point!"

　　 "Understood!" These cavalrymen responded and said to leave at the same time.

　　 The division of labor is clear. They also quickly brought their tents and warm sweaters on the carriage, as well as 5 extra water sacs per person, which were filled with water in the pond.

　　 "Okay, I wish you all go back early and enjoy the light beer in the tavern."

　　 Kant shrugged helplessly: "At that time, you can still talk about me with ostentation and talk about today's fighting."

　　 Luo Wen narrowed his eyes, the cavalry behind him looked cold.

　　 Nobody cares about Kant’s cold joke, they should be busy with themselves, and when everything is ready, they immediately leave for horses and have no intention of saying goodbye to Kant.

　　In their eyes, Kant is no different from a stranger.

　　 "Goodbye."

　　 But Kant waved goodbye, his face calm.

　　 As a noble, a respected baron, he has learned how to be shameless at a critical time.

　　 This is the nobleman's living standard.