Lord of the Oasis

Arriving at the village near the castle, in the far west of the sunset, the huge volume of the Sangwaya Mountains completely blocked even the last sunset, and the sky in the shadow was very dim.

The villagers' beautiful evening was interrupted by the roar of horses' hooves hitting the rough dirt road.

Kant rode ahead.

Lead the troops to wait quietly at the entrance of the village.

They didn't say hello, and they didn't make any rude moves, just like the travelers who used the horseshoe as a knock on the door, expressing goodwill to the village and asking for communication at the same time.

It's just that these so-called "travelers" are indeed a bit more numerous.

The villagers also stuck their heads out.

There was a look of surprise in his eyes.

But there is not much fear, after all, this is the famous Fort Avilés, the village under the rule of Viscount Gibran, and the arrival of the ordinary mercenary regiment must be respectful and not dare to offend in the slightest.

Even a gang of robbers only sends out information about supplementary supplies, and there will be no more excessive actions.

Soon, there was a reaction in the village.

Teams of infantrymen wearing iron-inlaid leather armor and armed with 4-meter spears quickly assembled.

Gathered in the central alley of the village, they formed a unique spear formation in the East County Leader. Judging from their skilled appearance, they knew that these guys who seemed to be armed militiamen could not be viewed purely by common sense.

Even Kant nodded secretly: "The training is good."

"That's good." Rolf shrugged.

Looking at the armed militiamen, his eyes became a little more curious: "Of course, compared to the armed militiamen in Beijun, these guys can be regarded as elite infantry under the lord."

"East County has its own military training system."

Kant said calmly: "It has nothing to do with the Lion Principality ten years ago."

He used to be an apprentice at the academy. In order to avoid suspicion, he did not read or study any books on supernatural powers, but instead studied cultural history and human geography the most.

There is a lot of knowledge about the changes in the Eastern Commandery.

including military.

Kant explained: "This is the infantry training method learned from the Yinpan Kingdom, and it is good at fighting against cavalry." He looked at Rolfe: "If you lead the light cavalry to fight in the future, be careful, the group led by Dongjun Infantry, the power against cavalry is not weaker than the group of infantry in Rhodok."

"Oh, of course, I've compared this bunch of polearm-wielding guys to the Rhodoks."

Rolf nodded.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he murmured: "Although the desert robbers have trouble dealing with these guys, but as long as they exchange Mamluks or Swadian heavy cavalry, these heavy cavalry troops with better defenses will only be able to connect Rodo. The spearmen can be defeated, let alone these ordinary militiamen."

Kant's business was a little solemn: "But you still have to be cautious. According to the method you said, the price/performance ratio is too bad."

Rolfe shook his head helplessly and said, "That's why I hate polearms."

What he said, of course, was to rely on the heavy cavalry to forcefully smash into the pike phalanx formed by these militiamen, and use the most violent and most convenient tactics to directly defeat these militiamen and penetrate their formation.

But the heavy cavalry's group charge is counterproductive.

will result in injury or death.

Especially the frontal strong rushing spear phalanx.

Even if it can rush in and break through, it will cause a lot of losses.

In addition to the fact that both sides can use this tactic of breaking the boat in the decisive battle, if it is in a conventional tentative confrontation, it will never be used. After all, killing a thousand enemies and self-destruction is also three hundred, which is not cost-effective.

So the price/performance ratio is not high.

"A 4-meter long gun."

Kant squinted his eyes slightly, with a slightly solemn expression: "Ordinary infantry can't use this weapon."

Pikemen require rigorous training.

Not all infantrymen can use spears, as history has shown.

Only if the civilization is more advanced, and the military and civilians can be trained into organized, high-discipline and high-coordination, can this weapon be used fluently.

Otherwise, it is just a live target on the battlefield defeated by the enemy in vain, a motionless turtle shell.

Moreover, this turtle shell can be easily penetrated as long as it is smashed hard on the sides and back.

But well-trained is different.

Look at history.

The ancient Greek city-states in southern Europe were good at using the pike phalanx, and in the hands of Alexander the Great of Macedonia, together with the light cavalry, they became the pinnacle infantry with no disadvantage.

Traditional melee infantry on the fertile crescent of the Middle East lose their armor and disarm.

The Middle Ages were also dominated by spears.

A similar variant, the Swiss halberd, took this tactic to the extreme. Even the Kingdom of France and the Holy Roman Empire, the feared knights, dared not rush in easily.

For example, when the French knights dealt with the Swiss halberd infantry, they dismounted to form a corresponding phalanx of pikes.

Clearly recorded in history.

Even in the eve of modern times, the Spanish phalanx of spears was still daunting.

And in Chinese history.

As long as it is an elite force, almost all of them are pikemen.

Although the division of arms is not so fine in Chinese history, elite troops can skillfully use spears, spears and other long-pole weapons, and cooperate with bows and arrows, melee swords, and everything is good!

Therefore, Kant felt a little bit of fear in his heart for these militiamen from the Eastern Commandery.

Without good infantry training.

Not so capable!

Rolfe also noticed the difference in the East County leadership, so he did not continue to speak. Instead, he turned his eyes and carefully observed the village in front of him and the spearmen who were on standby. There were also dangerous eyes in his eyes.

As an evil general, he was not without brains, and he also sensed something was wrong with the leader of Dongjun.

Just in silence.

In the village, more than a dozen people came hurriedly.

The leader was a vicissitudes of life old man, flanked by rich middle-aged men, sturdy middle-aged men, and a dozen guards, wearing more sophisticated iron-inlaid leather armor, holding round shields and sharply polished hand axes.

The village chief, treasurer and sheriff of the village.

"Hello."

As an elder, the village chief is naturally well-informed.

Looking at Kant and the Sarion lion knights, lion servants, and 500 elite desert robbers in iron-clad leather armor behind him, his heart couldn't help beating slightly faster.

However, he still managed to stabilize his mind. After giving the sheriff next to him a wink, he said, "It's already very late. Please forgive us for not being able to receive your arrival."

His attitude was humble.

Kant didn't hesitate either. He got off his horse, walked forward, and said calmly, "We want to stay overnight."

"Love the night."

The village chief hesitated slightly.

Obviously, he had some refusals in his heart for the people in front of Kant.

Although there are 50 elite militiamen who can form a pike phalanx, plus more than 200 ordinary recruited peasants, it is a bit whimsical to rely on this infantry to resist a cavalry team of more than 500 people.

The sheriff's face was also slightly pale, and cold sweat was streaming down his temples.

It's not something he can handle now.

If an accident happens, only the Viscount Gibran in the castle can handle it.

After all, according to his eyesight, with these strange cavalry teams, especially in the fierce eyes of those riders, he can find the momentum that is no less than that of a gangster, or a group of gangsters!

"Don't be nervous, old man, we are mercenaries from Nanjun."

Kant noticed that their faces were stiff.

With a slight smile, he said calmly: "Arrived here, I want to ask the nobles of the East County Territory if they want to hire us. After all, it is near the Sangwaya Mountains, and there may be some alien or demonized creatures that need to be dealt with."

"A mercenary." The village chief breathed a sigh of relief.

But still nervous.

Although it has been shown that they are neutral mercenaries, the old village chief can understand that sometimes these mercenaries can turn into murderous gangsters at any time when they are short of money or in the dead of night.

Robbers and mercenaries, the identities are often interchanged.

"We give money."

Kant chuckled, but the next words interrupted their suspicion: "2 large silver coins, I think it is enough to spend the night in the drying yard outside the village. I think there are only some sundries piled up there."

"This…"

The village chief glanced at the financial officer and sheriff behind him.

However, the two behind them were also secretly happy when they heard the two big silver coins, and nodded immediately.

"All right. "

The village head also understood when he saw it.

With a light cough, he said gently, "Head, your mercenaries can rest in the grain drying yard outside the village. In order to show your respect, you can get well water for free in our village. Of course, if you want some food, you have to pay extra."

After a pause, he felt that his tone seemed a little serious, and he reminded Kant: "This is the territory of Viscount Gibran. All our income is subject to taxes, so it cannot be given to you for free."

"I understand."

Kant nodded with a smile: "It won't make you embarrassed."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Seeing this, the village chief was so easy to talk, he smiled and stroked his beard, and soon left with the financial officer and the sheriff, and the vigilance in the village also dissipated a lot.

There must be precautions in the dark, and the militiamen are secretly vigilant and dare not disperse easily.

This is their village.

its own home.

A cavalry team of such a size is camping beside them. If they are not careful, it is estimated that as long as they attack in the middle of the night, they will definitely not be able to stop them.

After all, it is near Avilés Fort, the castle of Viscount Gibran, and anomalies will be discovered soon.

"Set up a temporary camp."

Kant waved and gave the order.

The desert robbers quickly went to the grain drying yard not far away, removed all the debris accumulated on it, and at the same time opened the linen tents they brought, and quickly formed a temporary camp consisting of fifty tents.

The sky was already very dark, and the stars and the moon had already appeared, and thin veils were scattered on the ground.

Kant's first night in East County.

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