Lord of the Oasis

March 3, Kant arrived at the central station.

It was the 1,000 Swadian light infantry that slowed down the march.

If the cavalry attacked the marching mode alone, it would take one and a half days to reach the vicinity of the central station. Where is the need for the current situation, the entire army forcefully suppressed the marching speed and marched together with the infantry.

But even so, the marching speed is also called fast.

The infantry marched at a constant speed.

Along the way, except for breaks, they are all marching.

With two legs, I walked the three-day journey, and finally came to the desert plain where the central station is located.

And in the center of the desert plain, next to the central station, a troop is at the Anza camp, and there are supply convoys coming and going at the back, a lively appearance.

Apparently, that was the troops of Stone Pass.

"Prepare."

Kant spoke in a low voice.

Behind him, the messengers passed the order to the troops.

However, the troops in the rear did not advance directly. Instead, under the solemn orders of their respective captains, they quickly dispersed from the serpentine line of troops, moved quickly, and the entire team spread out horizontally.

This is their battle queue!

The center is dominated by the heavy riders of Swadia.

On both sides are the left and right armies composed of light infantry, each of 500 people, arranged in three rows, standing slowly.

Light infantry is indeed the main line of defense.

But Kant doesn't need them to fully stabilize the line yet.

Because just behind him, 50 extraordinary knights and 200 top knights, when they launched a frontal charge, the army formed by the group of mercenaries below was simply impossible to resist!

Those mercenaries found the top of the dune, where Kant appeared.

The scale of a thousand people is shocking enough.

The top of the dune has been fully occupied.

Especially those knights with horses and horses, all wearing heavy armor, as the sun shines above their heads, even if they wear linen burqas, they can feel the forcing power.

A lance with a length of nearly 5 meters was erected, which was unique to the Kingdom of Swadia, a lance as thick as a fist!

It can pierce through the armor-piercing cone-head lance that several people keep on!

Kant led the troops to stand at the top of the dune, and the troops formed by the mercenaries below were already frightened, and they even ran out of their tents, and even the organized array was very chaotic.

They are all old fritters on the battlefield, and they are all professional mercenaries.

Can distinguish the situation.

In other words, know what kind of troops should not provoke.

For example, at the top of the dune, the Kant troops with heavy cavalry as the center and infantry on both sides belong to the type that cannot be provoked, or the type that cannot be provoked!

On the sand dunes, there are 200+ elite heavy cavalry, it is estimated that one round of charging can sweep them away!

These mercenaries don't have many cavalry.

Even if there were only more than 200 cavalrymen, they were all light cavalrymen wearing iron-inlaid leather armor, and they could be used for reconnaissance.

Want to resist the heavy cavalry that charges and hits directly?

Do not make jokes!

200 heavy cavalry, unless there are 500 of the most elite heavy armored pike infantry who dare to sacrifice, can resist, even so, the terrifying inertia brought by the charge of the peak state, even if the horse is killed, it can be thrown into the depths of the crowd like a stone. It is estimated that 50 heavy cavalry will be killed, and the phalanx of long spears will be smashed alive.

Now, these mercenaries do have spearmen, but they are not heavy armor, nor elite infantry, nor any soldiers who dare to sacrifice to stop the heavy cavalry charge.

Some are just a bunch of money-seeking, greedy, mercenaries!

They don't even want to die for money.

But in order to make more money, they will not throw their lives on the battlefield of their employers!

Even in order to make money, if the enemy's price is high enough, they can fight back on the battlefield!

mercenary.

Reputation can be extremely messy!

This group of mercenaries is almost thinking about it, carrying the big silver coins in their arms, wearing the chain armor and iron-inlaid leather armor issued by the stone pass, and all kinds of weapons in their hands, they have already prepared the battle situation. Shun planned to run away immediately.

Even those mercenary captains who had been drinking with Baron Dylan and pretending to be arrogant before had this plan.

No one is a fool who wants to die.

The situation has turned.

Originally, they were indeed the Rolf who threatened the inn.

I hate that arrogant guy.

But now, they found that this guy Rolf, even Baron Dylan dared to slap the table, and his arrogance to start a war with ruthless words was really emboldened.

Now, Rolfe's confidence has come, but their confidence has disappeared.

disappeared completely.

When Baron Dylan walked out of the inn, he couldn't help but breathe a little faster.

At the top of the sand dunes, the hundreds of heavy cavalry were extremely deterrent, not to mention the fully armed, nailed mail armour on the left and right sides, holding Germanic swords and fan-shaped shields, they were the main infantry.

Compared with the messy group of mercenaries below, both equipment and discipline are completely exhausted!

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Rolfe's arrogant laughter could not stop ringing.

He walked forward quickly, and the desert robbers next to him brought his war horse. Rolfe quickly turned on his horse, but asked Baron Dylan reservedly, "Would you like to meet Lord Kant together?"

"Oh, no need, I'll just wait here for little Kant to come over." Baron Dylan replied coldly.

"Then please wait."

The one who responded to him was still Rolf's answer with arrogant laughter.

"Humph!" Baron Dylan snorted coldly.

Watching Rolfe lead the team to the dune to meet him quickly, his face became more and more gloomy, he turned to look at the vassal knights behind him, hesitated for a moment, or came to the two strange knights and asked in a low voice Said: "The situation is very unfavorable for us now. If...it's not right, we will definitely be in a weak position when we go to war with this little brat, Kant. After all, their troops look very good."

"Well, what you said makes sense." The two unfamiliar knights nodded, arrogant but did not take Baron Dylan in their eyes at all, and waved like a real general: "You negotiate with him first, touch him. Clear Kant's situation."

"Yes." Baron Dylan nodded, but when he lowered his head, the eyes in his eyes were extremely resentful.

Accept the support of the forces of the Eastern Commandery.

The forces that also represented the Eastern Commandery began to infiltrate his forces.

Baron Dylan, who has lost his ability to control himself, even lost the capital to compete with the forces of the East County Leader when he was cut off by the great knight at his right-hand man.

Looking up at the approaching Kant and the huge army.

Baron Dylan's eyes flickered.

The power of the East Commandery is huge, and he doesn't actually need his participation, just because the geographical location of the Stone Pass is really good, just at the pass of the Sangwaya Mountains, and it is located in the center of the salt trade.

If the overall situation is settled, it is estimated that he, the baron of the Stone Pass, will be transferred with luck.

With bad luck, it is estimated that it will mysteriously disappear.

Those high-ranking nobles who eat people without spitting bones have always played like this.

But for now, he still chose to forbear, and walked towards his mercenary army with these two unfamiliar great knights and his own vassal knights.

Seeing those vassal knights licking their faces to flatter, Baron Dylan felt disgusted.

"Lord Dylan."

Next to him, the vassal knight who had followed him for a long time said softly: "Now, these guys from the East County are getting more and more over the line. I don't think it will take long, Lord Dylan, your authority will..."

"Shut up!" Baron Dylan glared at him fiercely.

Turning his head, no one noticed them, so he reminded softly again: "Now we still have to rely on them, don't make any mistakes for me, if we lose them, we probably won't be able to stay in the Stone Pass, if you don't want to. If you're still a desperate wandering knight like you used to be, then shut up for me."

This vassal knight was Baron Dylan's good friend at the beginning. Like the vassal knight who was killed or captured by the 600 knight attendants, they were all elite cavalry brought by Princess Sophia in the Silver Plate Kingdom.

Therefore, the three of them can stand side by side and are as close as brothers.

However, when Baron Dylan became the lord of Stone Pass, there were more things to consider, and a lot of distance was born.

The vassal knight shut up.

But there was still a look of indignation on his face.

Looking at the knights who were licking their faces and flattering, they gritted their teeth and cursed: "These damned guys, when they were wandering knights, but you, Lord Dylan, took them in, and now they turn their heads and forget about them!"

"I mean you shut up."

Baron Dylan snorted.

However, there was a bit more gloom between his eyebrows, and his footsteps paused slightly. He turned his head towards the most trusted vassal knight, and there was a bit of anger in his eyes, but he quickly disappeared: "I have a task for you. ."

"You said." The vassal knight nodded.

"I need you to create some surprises...for example...this..." Baron Dylan commanded him softly, with a ferocious look flashing in his eyes: "Do you understand?"

"But this... my end..." The vassal knight took a breath.

"rest assured."

Baron Dylan patted him on the shoulder: "I will protect you." After a pause, looking into his eyes, he said very solemnly: "The three of us have come through even the most difficult times, and now there is only one left. The two of us, if I can't rely on you and keep you, what friends do I have?"

The vassal knight hesitated, but looking at Baron Dylan's firm eyes, he nodded affirmatively: "I see!"

"it is good!"

Baron Dylan tapped him on the shoulder.

The two looked at Kant, with a bit of grimness and ruthlessness in their eyes.

PS: I have had a severe cold recently, and I can't update it. It's been 2 days since I've been in a bottle, so I don't want to explain too much. It will explode in the past. Some apprentice trumpeters, who are not even apprentices, come to criticize people confidently, and are a bit irritable. The rhythm is not the way you bring it, that's enough.