Lord of the Oasis

It is indeed abnormal.

Gibran not only did not arrange stop-loss actions in time when his own troops were attacked, but instead allowed those archers who were originally under morale to be slaughtered, causing a large number of people to flee.

He even asked the rear, the Dark Red Sect fanatics who were the supervising team, to strangle most of the fleeing archers on the spot.

If you talk about it.

Kant's troops had fewer kills.

Most of the archers recruited by the Dark Red Sect were slaughtered by their own people.

The ground was full of blood, and there were corpses everywhere, and the strong smell of blood permeated the wind. The expressions of the senior Rhodok crossbowmen and Ravenston rangers who had stopped shooting more than 300 meters away changed a bit.

They've never seen such crazy behavior, it's not like a war at all!

On the contrary, it is similar to a strange sacrifice of a cult!

"That's what it feels like."

Gibran smiled.

He smelled the strong bloody smell in his nose, a throbbing from the depths of his soul, which made him feel as if he had fallen into an extreme comfort, which was better than enjoying the beauty of a woman for the first time. Strong to come.

Especially the bloody smell mixed with resentment and hatred for the living is like drinking a glass of ice water in dog days.

Excited, he couldn't help shivering slightly.

Very excited!

Not only him, but the consciousness of the existence in his chest was equally excited.

Still urging him, let him continue, faster and bigger, the madness and brutality it brings, as well as the soul that implies resentment and resentment, are also more delicious!

"Understood, my master, my supreme being."

Gibran grinned grimly.

The red light in his eyes became more intense, and the raised right hand slowly moved forward: "Attack."

There were no extra sentences, which represented his order. With the messenger behind him blowing a few hurried cornets, the troops that were still restless began to move slowly.

This is the signal of an attack, a frontal attack.

The Dark Red Sect pikemen with spears slowly stepped forward.

The dense forest of guns swayed, the chain armor and the iron-inlaid leather armor were closely arranged in formation, and when they collided with each other, there was a "ding ding ding" sound, but this sound reflected the gloomy and frightened faces of the group of soldiers.

The morale of this group of pikemen is extremely poor, and if they suffer a little bit of hardship, they will be directly on the verge of collapse.

can be different from them.

The fanatics, wearing black robes and holding long swords, round shields or hatchets, walked firmly.

They were just behind these spearmen, under the protection of the dense spear forest, smelling the strong bloody smell, and there was also a little red light in their eyes, which was very strange.

Including the knights on the left who were still on standby, but also started to advance.

The horse was covered with a black robe.

He also wore a black robe outside his chainmail.

The hooded robe is black and red, and the weapons in his hands can clearly show the standard spears and swords belonging to the Principality of Lions, as well as the round shield hanging on the saddle.

The black hoods concealed their identities, but their identities were actually easy to guess.

He is the knight of the Principality of Lions!

The lowest-ranking nobles.

There are also the knight attendants behind him, who are actually the knights' squires.

The dark red sect has completely penetrated into the East County Territory. Seeing that the Viscount Gibran, who left the most brilliant reputation, has been infiltrated into the headmaster of the sect, you can understand that the aristocratic system of the East County Territory has already been riddled with rubble. hole.

Now facing a strong enemy, he was even recruited by the Dark Red Sect and became his own army!

But they didn't take the lead in charging.

On the contrary, there are still those spearmen from the Dark Red Sect, who continue to hold their spears and slowly press them over.

In front of Kant's troops, the senior Rhodok crossbowmen and Ravenston rangers have resumed their shooting, with deadly steel crossbow bolts volleying in rows, and among them is a series of cone-headed arrows.

The sound of "whoosh" can be heard incessantly, but the entire battlefield seems eerily calm.

Only a muffled sound.

And screams.

It was the mourning of the Dark Red Sect pikemen being shot by bowmen, or falling down in rows.

The distance between the two sides is still shortening. As the elite pikemen trained by Fort Aviles, the tenacity of these guys is still beyond Kant's imagination. Even if the morale is extremely low, they are still carrying out tactical attacks.

However, if you look carefully, you can see that the faint red light in the eyes of these spearmen is beginning to appear.

A madness from the bottom of my heart began to permeate.

"Attack."

Kant didn't care at all.

He had a normal heart for this battle, turned his head slightly and instructed Bestur: "Come and lead those desert robbers in Sarand, I want you to surround them like hunting."

"Yes!" Bestur nodded and quickly left: "It's very simple."

The desert robbers who had dispersed long ago moved instantly.

Bestur raised his whip and swung it.

The 2ooo desert robber understood what he knew, and at the same time pulled out his short javelin with his backhand, kicked the horse's belly fiercely, and quickly rushed towards the dark red sect's troops with the horse's galloping horse.

By means of the sharp and heavy short javelin in his hand, he threw it towards the front by inertia.

A heavier "whoosh" sound appeared in the space.

The short javelin crossed the distance of more than 2o meters.

But with ferocious power, it instantly pierced the seemingly solid chain mail and iron-inlaid leather armor, piercing it without any hindrance, turning the fragile human body into a pile of useless rotten flesh.

People are dead and without control, of course they are useless rotten meat!

Desert bandits are throwing shots.

The dark red sect pikemen and knight servants did not respond, and were stabbed to death by the short javelins thrown by the desert robbers who roared like a gust of wind.

This is a common tactic used by the Khugeites, using ranged weapons to harass the enemy.

Then came a wave of heavy cavalry.

pity.

These Sarandians can imitate the tactics of the Khugeit.

But it was impossible to complete the harvest of the Kugits, because the main force of the population was not the terrifying Kugit Lancers, but the Sarandian riders and Mamluks, as well as the senior spearmen of the Rhodoks, who were the main force!

This is a dual combination of infantry and cavalry, a complete unit with a strict combat system!

therefore.

The senior Rhodok spearmen began to move forward.

They raised their broad shields to form a low wall, then raised their 4-meter-long spears diagonally and approached forward.

Approaching the spearmen of the dark red sect head-on is like a king to a king, they have no fear at all, because the Rhodoks are stones, they are still as hard as steel, extremely stubborn stones! ()

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