Lord of the Oasis

New temporary tasks.

Kant's face was solemn.

But the one with a more serious look was the Hobson Knight who had just arrived.

"2000 gnolls."

He frowned slightly, with solemnity in his eyes: "The number is too different."

This is not 20 gnolls, nor 200 gnolls, but a total of 2,000 gnolls, a terrifying number that can directly drown and devour his 50 squire knights.

Judging from the situation, a head-to-head confrontation is a battle that must be lost.

Not optimistic.

"Is this some large gnoll tribe?"

Hank Scholar leaned on a cane and said next to him: "2,000 gnolls, not just a small tribe can come together."

This old scholar has no military knowledge.

But in strategic analysis, there is still a scholar's mind.

"Yes." Kant nodded without concealing.

Thinking quickly, he also said truthfully: "There is a large gnoll tribe further north in the sentry oasis, and there are at least 2,500 gnolls living in it. If you guess correctly, it is this group of damned things."

Absolutely they are.

The direction, the number, also proved to be this large gnoll tribe.

And it's all in full force.

The purpose is to completely wipe out the human power of Sentinel Oasis.

Revenge blood hate!

"We need careful tactics."

Knight Hobson was silent for a moment, and then he said, "I try to defeat these gnolls at the least cost and reduce our casualties."

"Be careful." Hank Scholar nodded in agreement.

"thank you very much."

Kant caressed his chest and bent over solemnly.

The two people talking like this already represent that they are really involved in this matter.

In fact, in the face of the attack of 2,000 gnolls, they could choose to evacuate, and they didn't even need to consider Kant's opinion, because they had no responsibility to defend the territory and fiefs for Kant at all.

Their mission was to escort Hank scholars to the Naron Desert.

"If the sentry oasis is captured, I think my expedition will come to an end."

Sighing lightly, Scholar Hank smiled wryly.

And he looked at Kant's tender and firm face, and felt pity in his heart: "But I can't accept it. The apprentice I admire most has lost his territory so simply."

Hobson Knight also nodded: "And we are not without a chance of victory."

"Only go all out."

Kant nodded solemnly. Although he didn't say much, he had already remembered it.

This is charcoal in the snow.

Seeing Kant's expression, Hank Scholar and Hobson Knight also nodded secretly.

At least, they have a good impression of Kant.

"Arrange a battle plan."

The Hobson Knight opened his mouth, looked at Kant and Hank Scholar and said, "This is a battle that cannot be lost."

They have confidence.

After all, 50 squire knights are equivalent to 50 heavy cavalry.

Well-trained, well-equipped, and high-spirited.

Cooperating with the soldiers currently stationed in the sentry oasis, the number of which is close to 200, it is entirely possible that these primitive and rude gnoll troops will be defeated.

Because they are the troops of the civilized world.

It was proven ten years ago.

Around 2000, the troops of the Principality of Lions had already swept across the southern part of the main Nalen Desert.

And it is clearly documented in the literature.

Back then, in the Sangwaya Mountains in the southern part of the Nalen Desert, there were more than a dozen large tribes with thousands of gnolls, not to mention the scattered small tribes with hundreds of people.

In the end, it was not completely swept away.

certainly.

For them, who are currently at a numerical disadvantage,

How to win this battle requires careful deliberation.

Tactics should be reasonable.

But since the enemy was approaching, their deliberations were quick.

Finally came to a conclusion.

"In that case, Baron Kant, your troops are guarding the oasis."

The Hobson knight said, "I lead the squire knights to lurk on the back of the dunes, and when the battle situation is stalemate, I will start charging, and I will try to use the shortest time to defeat the enemy into a state of chaos."

"Yes, it's a good tactic."

Kant nodded in agreement.

He believed that his Swadian infantrymen would have no problem holding on to the streets of the village.

This is what Kant promised to Hobson Knight.

"I'll stay here."

Hank Scholar also nodded lightly, and tapped the sandy soil under his feet with his cane: "Although I am old, I think I can still be useful for war."

Kant also nodded: "Mr. Hank, it's best for you to stay."

Outside is a bloody battlefield of swords and swords.

Hank Scholar is 61 years old, and if he wants to endure such a high-intensity fight, it is estimated that it will cost him his life.

Out of respect for him, Kant pointed to his consulate and said, "Mr. Hank, that house is relatively safe, and you can rest there to relieve the fatigue caused by the multi-day trek."

To Kant's caution, the Hobson Knight chuckled: "Then you really underestimate the Hank scholar."

"Don't worry about me." Hank Scholar also smiled and shook his head.

The cane was clenched tightly, and his seemingly dim yellow eyes also brought a bright light: "Kant, when I followed Duke Cameron on the battlefield, you were not born yet."

"Is that so..." Kant wanted to comfort a few words.

After all, looking at the old appearance of Hank Scholar, a gust of wind can blow it away.

But at this moment, news came from the watchtower.

"Lord Kant, the enemy is approaching!"

The militiamen in charge of stationing at the top of the tower stuck their heads out and shouted eagerly: "We are resting behind the dunes, organizing an attack formation, and we may launch an attack at any time. Please prepare tactically as soon as possible!"

The enemy is coming.

An army of 2,000 gnolls.

"Let's go." Hobson Knight led the way.

50 squire knights in double chain mail and linen robes roared and followed.

The galaxy is extremely bright.

The bright moonlight shines down.

In the eyes of the militiamen on the watchtower, behind the sand dunes to the northeast, dense gnolls are gathering.

Roars and howls spread throughout the desert.

Even in the sentry oasis, you can hear it clearly.

"coming."

Hank Scholar frowned slightly, looking at the dunes to the northeast.

Familiar with various documents, he whispered to Kant: "As long as we can withstand the first impact of these gnolls, we can say that we have half the victory."

"I understand." Kant nodded.

The gnolls of the primitive tribe have no tactics at all.

Rushing up.

Get out in a mess.

And as long as this first round of impact was blocked by the infantry of "Dehrim", the battle situation fell into an instant stalemate.

Hobson knights and 50 squire knights can open the door to victory.

The charge of the heavy cavalry has always been devastating.

Just as Kant used a strategy to throw those gnolls into a state of chaos, which eventually led to a rout of the entire team and a victory, this time the same is true.

The herd effect is terrifying.

As long as there is a rout, for these gnolls who have not undergone tactical training, it is a complete rout.

"Ow--"

Suddenly appeared with a hoarse howl.

On the sand dune, a strong gnoll was standing with a tomahawk in both hands.

"Chief Gnoll."

Kant opened his mouth slowly, his mouth a little dry.

And just as the gnoll chief raised his two-handed tomahawk forward, the gnolls behind the dunes also raised their shoddy mace and launched a charge.

The ear-piercing howls that are characteristic of gnolls can be heard incessantly.

Pairs of green eyes are also filled with bloodthirsty desire in the dark night.

"Raise your weapons and meet our enemies!"

Kant took a deep breath, his expression extremely solemn.

He raised the flag in his hand high, the bright red background, the golden lion, was flying in the wind.

Deterrence of the enemy!

Kant currently has the strongest trump card.

It is also where his confidence lies in winning this battle.

"how is this possible…"

Hank scholars all showed a look of surprise, staring blankly at the golden lion on a red background, and couldn't help muttering: "This flag... is a strange thing!"

Just when the group of gnolls rushed down.

After entering a certain distance, a mysterious aura instantly enveloped them.

And this is relative.

The Swadian infantrymen stationed on the streets on both sides of "Dehrim" were invigorated.

The war begins!

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