Summoning Total War

Chapter 41 Centaur Longbow (Part 1)

The battle lasted less than twenty minutes.

In order to reduce casualties, the six hundred mercenaries were divided into two echelons and fought alternately every ten minutes, without giving the jackals even a chance to breathe!

The real hand-to-hand combat in the cold weapon age would not last a whole day like it did in the firearm age!

At least until the battle develops to the point where you only need to pull the trigger, human physical strength is limited, and the time that can support high-intensity battles is also quite limited. Here we must look down upon those who boasted about guerrilla tactics in ancient times. Damn it, people’s legs are running weak. Can you still bend a bow and shoot an arrow? Can you still slash forward with a knife?

Looking for death?

When the sky turns red, the battle is over.

The soldiers began to finish off the still-dead Gnolls, and the one or two hundred Gnolls who finally gave up resistance were strung up one by one by the mercenaries with ropes, and sent back first by a group of Greek infantry. In addition to these jackals who gave up resistance, there were also about fifty underage jackals. These jackals were executed one by one after the prisoners were crushed away!

Their own casualties were quickly counted.

Forty-two of the mercenaries died, and most of them were wounded. The Greek infantry suffered no casualties, and about forty people were slightly injured. Two horses of the General's Guard were wounded, but no personnel were injured. The reason why there were very few casualties was because there were not many weapons at this gathering point of gnolls. Not to mention heavy weapons, not all of these gnolls were equipped with even a dagger!

During the last attack on Murphy Town, most of the equipment in the hands of the Jackals was concentrated. And after defeat, even the jackals will abandon their armor! As a result, the jackal gathering areas within the current territory generally do not have many weapons to equip them. With their claws and tusks alone, these beasts could not cause many casualties to the Greek infantry.

A big win that gets everyone excited!

Of course, what makes them even more excited is the silver coins they can get next.

This victory successfully reversed the previous conflicts between Murphy and those mercenaries when he established his power, and transformed them into respect and worship! These mercenaries finally began to understand why this young lord had such a high reputation in the eyes of the town residents!

The result of this battle was not beyond Murphy's expectation, so he was very calm in his heart and there was not much excitement at all.

However, the expected casualties were even smaller. He found that these jackals seemed to have basically no powerful weapons and equipment. In today's battle, nearly half of the jackals had no weapons!

How is this going?

Could it be that in the last battle, these jackals had exhausted their weapon reserves?

These creatures don't seem to be able to make weapons?

Murphy rode back the way he came, with the general's guards silently guarding him. The infantrymen had already taken the lead to escort the gnoll slaves back. The ones left behind now are mercenaries, and they will skin the pelts of those gnolls who died in battle. For these slave traders, they will never give up the benefits they have obtained. If Murphy hadn't insisted on executing those gnoll cubs, I'm afraid they would have wanted to transport these cubs back to the rear for sale!

We have seen a lot of blood today.

Murphy no longer wanted to watch the cruel skinning process that followed. He collected a batch of silver products plundered from humans in the gnoll camp as trophies, and then rewarded them on the spot to the Greek infantrymen who participated in the battle today. In this battle, he only took half of the jackal prisoners. The other profits, including furs, etc., were left to the slave traders to distribute among themselves.

The town's trade has become regular, and these additional benefits are no longer enough to make Murphy excited.

The focus of his dispatch of troops today is to give these slave merchants confidence, and use their power to contain the scattered Jackals within the territory, giving himself time to develop with peace of mind.

When we returned to the territory, it was already dark.

Although he did not participate in the battle personally, Murphy felt very tired after a day of running around.

He briefly freshened up under the service of the maid, and then walked towards the large room of the Governor's Palace. He now wants to lie down on the bed and take a good rest, even if he squints his eyes. He plans to ask the maid to bring in dinner.

Murphy hasn't had a good night's sleep since he decided to move town.

Almost every day, he got up at dawn and didn't go to rest until it got completely dark.

As a lord, at this time when everything was just starting out, he had too many things to deal with. And there are big enemies like jackals around him, so Murphy has to rack his brains to think of ways to be wary of these enemies at all times.

To this day, a gnoll camp has been wiped out, and slave traders have learned to cooperate under his strong integration.

He just breathed a real sigh of relief.

Murphy lay on the soft goose-down quilt and fell asleep with his eyes half-closed. His mind was in a daze, and he was in a state of half-dream and half-awake.

It wasn't until he felt a pair of soft little hands pressing on his back that he woke up a little.

Murphy turned over and wanted to get up, but was held down by a small hand on his back.

"Don't move, lie down." The high priest's soft voice came from behind. Murphy relaxed and narrowed his eyes again.

The high priest was half-kneeling on him, and his small hands were pinching his neck bones and collarbones. The force was slightly heavy, but it aroused the sourness in Murphy's tiredness. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was comfortable or sad.

A faint fragrance floated into Murphy's nose. He calmed down a little. He raised his hand and patted the person on the back. He murmured in a low voice: "Be gentle."

According to the words, the high priest's attack force was indeed much lighter, but his movements were more frequent.

The muscles began to heat up after being sore, just like the feeling of being treated by magic that time. My whole body felt warm and comfortable.

Murphy was a little confused. Under this warm feeling, he wanted to just fall asleep.

He vaguely felt the high priest sitting gently on his back, and then used his small hands to pinch from the neck down the spine. The warm feeling became stronger and stronger, spreading all the way from the spine. Come, spread all over your body along the sore muscles!

Finally, Murphy could no longer maintain his consciousness. He arched his head and changed to a more comfortable sleeping position.

Take that delicate fragrance into your heart, and then slowly fall into sleep...