Lord of the Oasis

Chapter 145. The defeated soldiers who chose to surrender

The rolling torrent rushed out of the ancient passage and formed an array on the plain of the East County Territory.

The Mamluks, who even wore heavy armor with their horses and men, were in the front, and the Sarand riders were in the back. The slightly crudely equipped desert robbers held short javelins and spread out on the two wings, and then rumbled and started their own offensive rhythm.

Horseshoe formations and the galloping of three thousand cavalry made the ground seem to be shaking, like an earthquake.

The pikemen of the Dark Red Sect retreated in horror.

No one stopped.

Even the demon cultists who were originally the supervising team were retreating.

In other words, this so-called retreat, it is more appropriate to call it a rout. They panicked and did not dare to face the cavalry group that was at least three times their own. They did not dare!

It's a complete hit and miss.

Pikemen formed a dense formation of spears can indeed restrain the cavalry.

But it is only relatively speaking. If the number of cavalry is extremely large and the number of infantrymen on their own side, even this so-called phalanx of spears can only become a tortoise shell that is beaten in vain, and will crumble sooner or later, and there is no way to stop those The road of the cavalry's charge was not even a stepping stone.

To face the charge of 3,000 cavalry, it felt like a landslide, with countless horses hooves hitting the ground, roaring like a torrent of thunder, and the infantry with insufficient psychology could not be calm.

At the very least, these dark red sect spearmen cannot be calm.

They're just alternative mercenaries who do things with money.

Although they are also spearmen trained in Fort Aviles, it does not mean that they are willing to swear allegiance to the Dark Red Sect and are willing to work for this terrifying sect unconditionally.

Just last month.

They still don't know that the real master of Death Mountain is the Dark Red Sect.

Originally, they were trained at Fort Aviles and stationed at Death Penalty Mountain, nominally to prevent the invasion of the Northern and Southern Territories, as well as a reserve team to resist the invasion of the Silver Plate Kingdom.

As for what kind of demon sect, the dark red sect, they don't have much idea at all.

It doesn't matter.

After all, it's about money.

Or protect their homeland and protect the East County Territory.

As the aborigines here, of course, they have a mellow love for their homeland.

But I didn't expect that in less than a month, Viscount Gibran, who lost an arm, came to the Death Mountain. The Dark Red Sect, which once preached in secret, took over the mainstream.

The whole world seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes, and dark red cultists with terrifying power appeared on the Death Mountain.

Stronger than their trained pikemen!

Then nothing happened to them.

All were expelled.

But they did not let go, but came to the foot of the mountain to be stationed and became a peripheral line of defense. They were continued to lead by their middle-level and high-level commanders, but in fact, I don't know when these commanders became followers of the Dark Red Sect. .

Only the soldiers at the bottom were blinded, waiting in a daze.

Then came the present.

Then he was strangled by Kant's cavalry on the way to flee.

Pieces of corpses appeared on the eastern side of the small river next to it, and on the Resniston River not far away, there were more than a dozen large transport ships, which hurriedly opened their sails and fled downstream.

Even the people on the shore who haven't had time to get on the boat don't care.

Just a moment.

Thousands of pikemen of the Dark Red Sect were annihilated.

There were more than 400 smart people who threw away their weapons, knelt on their knees and raised their hands, and chose to surrender without daring to move. They looked very respectful, but they could see from the trembling appearance. Terrified.

But they are indeed safe, and no one cares about them.

War horses swept past them.

Cold and shining scimitars and spears slashed over their heads.

The cold chill made their backs seep with cold sweat, but fortunately, their surrender also brought temporary safety, and they were not slaughtered.

The cavalry in groups stopped their charging steps on the banks of the Resniston River.

Behind him are the corpses of those who dared to resist.

And those rout soldiers who got down on their knees and chose to surrender.

The desert robbers tied all the surrendered soldiers with hemp ropes. Next, there was a new labor force in the salt mines deep in the Naron Desert, which could be used to mine coarse salt.

Since the last time the undead invaded and all the slaves who mined salt died, the output has not increased.

Using the system farmer is too expensive.

It's better to be a slave. These captives are very docile, especially when facing the threat of death, they can often show extremely high levels of labor. In order to survive, these guys will do anything.

Of course, this so-called survival also means that they surrender to Kant.

Being a captive and a slave has no dignity at all.

"Take them all down!"

Rolf also rode over.

Behind him were the elite desert robbers who were covered in blood and wounded.

Looking at these prisoners, his face was extremely embarrassing, and he even slapped the dark red sect believers with a horsewhip, pointing at the guys with red eyes but still fear, and said viciously: "As for these believers, Don't keep them all, kill them all, they are not a good thing!"

"No! We surrendered! Don't kill us! We surrendered!"

The members of the Dark Red Sect burst into tears.

But no one cares.

Several elite desert robbers dismounted, raised the machete in their hands, and then chopped down fiercely.

The members of the Dark Red Sect had their heads cut off one after another, letting their heads roll on the ground like a ball, blood spurting out of their necks, twitching and falling to the ground, completely dead.

The members of the Dark Red Sect, whose hands were tied with thick hemp ropes, had no ability to resist at all.

But there are exceptions.

Just when an elite desert robber came to a burly cleric.

The cultist exploded instantly. Although the whole person was bound by the hemp rope, a force broke the hemp rope, picked up a long sword on the ground next to him, and pierced the desert robber down his chest.

A blood-colored arrogance burst out from the whole person, and rushed towards the Resniston River with a rush.

A great knight with extraordinary power!

But he is fast.

The two figures in the back that also burst into blood-colored arrogance were even faster!

The Sarion lion knight rushed over, and the knight sword in his hand was aimed directly at the back of the big knight. Before the whole person could react, he was directly cut into two pieces by the knight sword with powerful strength. separation.

Rolfe narrowed his eyes slightly, and glanced at the fallen desert robber with a little regret.

But there was also some comfort in his eyes.

because of the dead.

It was the commander of the Dark Red Sect who brought troops to attack them! ()

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