Lord of the Oasis

The troops set off, and the knights and squires of Fort Avilés lined up and galloped on the muddy and rugged dirt road.

Five horse-riding militiamen from Nali Village led the way. The group moved very fast. It didn't take long before the outline of Nali Village on the plain came into view, including the temporary camp on the grain drying field, which was illuminated by the piles of bonfires.

The stars released a soft light, mixed with the bright moonlight, and the whole earth was shrouded in tulle.

The march of night was unhindered and troubled.

Sufficient lighting.

What's more, as the knight attendants of Aviles Fort, the daily food quota they get is high-quality food, and there is no shortage of fresh meat and various fruits, so they do not suffer from night blindness like the poor.

In this feudal era, the poor suffer from night blindness due to lack of vitamins.

This is especially true in the most barren Northern Territory.

Of course, in comparison, the East County Leader and the South County Leader are much better.

After all, according to what scholars have seen and heard, the relatively wealthy free people in these two counties live much happier lives than the small squires, small landlords, and small businessmen in the northern county. Perhaps the difference is only the size of their rights.

It's just that in the current era, no one cares about this, let alone the so-called human rights and life guarantees.

Civilians with an average life expectancy of less than 45 don't think much of it.

To survive is the greatest desire!

Viscount Gibran is already 67 years old, and he is also an old man in the Principality of Lions, but now he is still the pillar of the East County Territory. With the maintenance and exercise on weekdays, it is not completely twilight.

This is considered a longevity among the nobles, and a happy old age without serious injury or illness.

Ride the horse forward.

Ahead are dark buildings lined up on the plain.

It is the village of Nali, which belongs to Fort Avilés. It is not large in size, but it has all the internal organs. Occasionally, lights are revealed from the windows of the houses, which adds a bit of popularity to this quiet night.

But most conspicuous are the dozens of tents illuminated by piles of bonfires on the grain drying yard in front of the village.

It seems that a large-scale team is stationed.

"Stop moving forward."

Viscount Gibran tightened the reins at this time, and the right hand holding the whip has also been raised.

Behind him, many knight attendants restrained the reins one after another and controlled the war horses under their crotch to slow down. Although there were more than 300 people, they were all orderly and orderly when they stopped, without the slightest panic.

Viscount Gibran nodded with satisfaction, after all, they were the servants he had carefully trained.

"grown ups."

Bertram rode close.

With a slightly puzzled expression, he was obviously puzzled by the order to stop advancing, so he asked, "How many miles away from Nali Village, we will stop advancing here, I am afraid that it will take about a quarter of an hour if we want to rush over at a high speed. "

This is still in the wilderness, and the distance from Nali Village has to pass through a reclaimed farmland.

Viscount Gibran didn't explain much, just said: "Lead the horse over."

"This…"

Not to mention Bertram, even the other three great knights hesitated.

It's not that close.

Now wearing a full set of chain armor and chain armor, I walked all the way, not to mention the excessive physical exertion in the place, just say that such a rough dirt road, if it is smashed to the feet, it will be troublesome.

Although they have been trained for a long time, they are also mostly fighting skills such as horsemanship, spearmanship, and swordsmanship.

Not much for a walking trek.

The nobles all ride horses.

Only the humble poor and civilian armed, or those wandering mercenaries will walk, and all the civilians with a little money, rich free people, will buy their own pack horses to travel.

"Let's go."

Viscount Gibran did not mean to explain.

He turned over and dismounted directly, and walked forward with his beloved horse. He was really walking on this rugged dirt road, and strode towards Nali Village by the stars and moonlight.

Behind him, Bertram and his 3 senior brothers turned helplessly and dismounted.

Walk to keep up.

Including the knights in the rear.

All on foot.

The sound of footsteps was bursting, but it was much quieter than the galloping horses galloping in groups.

Especially at night when it is quiet, when they walk forward, not only the sound is low, but if they listen carefully, they can detect abnormal sounds around them in advance, and the concealment is greatly improved.

This is what Viscount Gibran meant, and he was curious.

Barbarians he knew something.

But it was the first time that he could disguise himself as a mercenary.

If he simply went to raid, Viscount Gibran was very familiar with it, but for the long-term stability of the Eastern County and the safety of the western border, he decided to investigate and get the information he wanted.

If the group of barbarians really learned too much knowledge from contact with the Principality of Lions and the Kingdom of Silver Plate, then that is something to worry about.

Gibran, as the only viscount in the Eastern County, would never show mercy.

Killing will bloom.

And it will also kill towards the higher wilderness in the west.

When they unite and begin to learn all kinds of knowledge towards their fellow human beings in the Principality of Lions, these barbarians are no longer the barbarians they once were, but civilized people who are about to become civilized.

At that time, the East Commandery of the Lion Principality, which is bordered by most of the area, will usher in a new enemy.

It's really dangerous.

Gradually approach the village of Nali.

Looking at the bonfire in front of them, the group moved forward quietly, their footsteps a little lighter.

The left hand is holding the reins, while the right hand has already put on the hilt of the sword, and pulled out a little. Under the shining of the stars and moonlight, it emits a faint cold light, which is very terrifying.

Viscount Gibran, including all the knight attendants, actually did not relax.

I had already prepared for the worst.

This is their traditional concern.

Once on the north bank of the Reisniston River, when he fought bloody battles to defeat the main force of the Silver Plate Kingdom, it was only with full energy and preparation that he finally won the battle and achieved success.

The lion fights the rabbit with all his strength.

Now they will not be the slightest sloppy.

A famous general of the Eastern Commandery, Viscount Gibran's reputation is by no means a vain reputation!

It's just that they were discovered quickly.

Pulling out a small half of the long sword, it shone with cold light in the moonlight, like pieces of tiny glass mirrors. The desert robbers who had keen eyes and were vigilant against the East Commander could sense something strange from a distance.

While camping at the grain drying yard next to the village, vigilance is essential.

There are also many bright and dark posts.

It's all on rotation.

When someone first discovered the abnormal reflection in the distance, they had already reported this time.

The number of bright posts decreased, and the patrol team disappeared in the tents. Only a few people seemed to be standing guard lazily, but in fact, they all rely on obstacles and can get down at any time to avoid long-range attacks such as bows and arrows.

As for the dark whistle, it has all shrunk and hid inside the outer tent.

Even all sleeping personnel were woken up.

The left glove wears a skinned round shield.

The right hand is holding the respective spear or machete.

All of them curled up in the tent a little, but they could kick their legs and rush out of the tent at any time, launching a counter-charge brazenly, so that any enemy who dared to sneak attack on them in the dark of night received an unexpected counterattack.

Even Kant, who was in the middle of the temporary camp, had woken up, wearing a linen robe with a chain armor and a coat.

A group of lion knights and lion attendants also guarded the surroundings.

Safety is no problem.

With 30 Sarion lion knights, there are not so many big knights in the lion principality.

Large-scale legion battles may be a little bad. They also have to avoid the deadly rain of arrows, but small-scale military conflicts are the best place for them to play.

Just like now.

Although the desert robber elites are ready.

But these level 6 knights and level 5 lion servants were equally prepared.

With only 80 of them, they were enough to escort Kant out, and they could take advantage of the night to slaughter all the more than 300 riders who came quietly, and there would never be too many casualties themselves.

Kant was more cautious, and ordered in a deep voice: "Go on, stay alert, and wait for orders."

"Yes!"

The Sarion lion squire in chain armor nodded immediately.

At this time, they were the messengers, they left the tent lightly, and walked quickly in the dark place where the bonfire could not shine.

At this time, the commander of the front row is naturally Rolfe.

He was in the tent at the very front.

Through the gap, looking at the cold light that flashed from time to time outside, his eyes were also cold.

Especially looking at the village next to him, he couldn't help snorting coldly: "It seems that this Nali Village is not an honest village, but a vicious bandit den."

Staying in the village is the right way.

But at night in the village, there are troops with ghosts approaching.

Not only did he draw out his weapon, but he quietly touched it. If he wasn't a robber, he wouldn't be a good person.

Rolf is not a good general. Once in Calradia, he was a notorious villain and nobleman, specializing in solving problems for certain forces, such as bribing the informants in the village, and intercepting them in the middle of the night. It is also commonplace. .

Money moves people's hearts, not to mention the poor farmers in these villages.

"Get ready for Lao Tzu."

Rolf grinned.

Turning his head to look at the elite group of gangsters next to him, he scolded in a deep voice: "Lord Kant naturally said that those guys wouldn't make a sneak attack, so we don't need to attack, but those guys are obviously charging, so let me use your shorthand first. Javelin hello round!"

"Understood!" The desert robbers replied in a low voice.

And just talking.

The spear and machete in his hand were also replaced by a short javelin.

ps: Recommend a friend's "Legendary Psion", a dnd novel. Mages are incomparable materialists, and they always want to use a set of absolutely correct formulas to interpret the world. But they also have to admit that there are some things they can't interpret - like those shining lights that lurk in the deepest part of everyone's heart.

ps: This book is really good, everyone can really read it.

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