The night is quiet and cold.

Among the sand dunes of the Narun Desert, Fatis was leading his war horse to the west with a quick pace.

The 17 elite desert bandits behind him, as well as the newly recruited desert bandit, also silently led the desert horse and followed him closely, but with a strong and crazy killing intent in their eyes.

Breaking through the center of the enemy with 19 horsemen and decapitating in an instant is undoubtedly a crazy move.

If you are lucky, the task is completed, and everyone is happy.

If they are unlucky, not only will they not be able to complete the task, but they will also fall into it.

But they don't care.

Fatis looked at the night sky, the stars began to dim, the bright moon gradually disappeared, and only the solemn darkness shrouded the sky like ink, as if to forcibly block the reward of dawn.

"That light will pierce all darkness after all."

Speaking softly, Fatis thought of the poems from the bards of Suno.

His heart beat faster, and he gritted his teeth and flipped on his horse.

"It's our turn."

Fatis spoke in a deep voice, and with a flick of the reins, rode forward.

Behind him, 18 cavalrymen, who were already familiar with desert raids, also turned over their horses as neatly as he did, raised the spears in their hands, and kicked the horse's belly to follow closely behind.

The sound of horses' hooves gradually rose, but when they knocked on the soft sand, they could only sink into a shallow pit, and could not be heard far.

Naturally, they are not fast.

The most desert ride is the camel, and the horse is still more adept at the plains.

However, as far as the raid is carried out at present, these war horses can still exert the speed of 7% on weekdays, after all, the sand layer can also bear the weight of the war horses, not a quicksand that has fallen to the bottom.

Descending the dunes, the horseshoe hits the flat sand, making the horse faster.

The sand here has been trampled by the gnolls.

"Here we go."

Kant took a deep breath and clenched his fists.

Standing at the top of the sand dune, his eyes were fixed on the direction of the sand dunes on the west side, and the calm on his face was replaced by solemnity when he noticed that a dozen black dots had appeared, advancing towards the gnoll tribe at a speed far faster than he could advance on foot.

Everything is going according to a predetermined tactical scheme.

Again, everything went smoothly.

But now is not the time to relax, Kant turned his head to look at the soldiers who were already ready behind him, and said in a deep voice: "Everyone, pay attention, prepare to attack." ”

"Yes." A chorus of echoes rang out in the dunes.

These Swadia soldiers looked at Kant standing on the sand dunes with great enthusiasm, as if they were facing not a tragic battle, but a tournament worth boasting about.

The arrow is on the string and has to be sent.

Everyone understands this simple truth, there is no hesitation, only the determination to die generously.

The kingdom of Svadia has never lacked warriors.

And just to the west, Fatis galloped with 18 horsemen and had already rushed into the gnoll tribe.

It's like a howling wind.

Holding the reins in their hands, they galloped wildly, and one after another simple and dirty tents swept by quickly, and Fatis didn't care at all, but pulled out the two water bladders on them, bit them open small openings with their mouths, and splashed them vigorously on the tents on both sides.

Although the night was dim, the starlight and moonlight could barely make out the brown liquid.

As they swooped in a straight line, the tents on both sides seemed to be drenched in rain.

But the two desert bandit elites at the back directly reached out and pulled out two small barrel-shaped objects in their arms, tore open the sealed linen, and a trace of red appeared in it.

It is a fire tank filled with charcoal.

The two of them looked unchanged, and the shriveled water bladder in their hands was thrown down casually, and the fire storage tank was immediately thrown behind them.

The charcoal was sprinkled, and the tent that had been splashed by the water bladder before it came into contact with it combined with the brown liquid, and the originally dim red and bright coals burst into a small open flame in an instant, touching more brown liquid around it, and turning into a larger and larger fireball.

The bladder was not filled with spring water, but the oil that Kant had bought before!

"Huhu

The brown oil was ignited, and the tent made of tattered linen turned into a ball of fire in a matter of seconds.

And this fireball spread towards the tents on both sides, whirring and burning more and more!

The desert was already dry and there was no moisture, and the tents were gathered in a mess, and there was no clear concept of fire prevention in the planning, and the fire rose with the lines of oil spilled.

"Roar—"

At this time, a sleepy-eyed gnoll finally poked his head out.

I looked at the fire burning in the distance for some reason, and my companions who also rushed out of the tent and were scorched all over their bodies.

Their minds couldn't figure out how the fire came from.

However, there are also jackals who have experienced the previous night raids, and their faces are terrified and they pull out their maces in the tent, and their green eyes are not fierce, but extremely fearful.

For they also saw the cavalry that was continuing to charge towards the center of the tribe.

It's Fatis.

And those 18 murderous bandits from the Salander Desert!

The speed of the war horse under the crotch became faster and faster, and the tent in front of him was no longer around, and he trampled it heavily with the horse's hooves, trampling the sleeping jackal inside.

Fatis looked up, and the larger tent was already less than a hundred meters in front of him.

But in front of him, there were nearly forty or fifty gnolls, who were raising their maces, trying to defend the safety of the big tent with their bodies.

"For the sake of Lord Kant, kill!"

Fatis kicked the horse's belly hard, and the long sword in his hand slashed mercilessly.

Blood splattered.

Several gnolls were knocked into the air, and the heads of both gnolls were severed by their swords.

The spears stood upright behind him, and 18 desert bandits roared and followed, and the sharp spearheads pierced directly through the chests of the gnolls, like a string of gourds, nailing the gnolls together.

They were already desperate, and they didn't care about the mace that was wielded.

It's all about injuries for life!

And in this frantic advance, they completely approached the big tent, and even saw the gnolls shaman who was panicking and escaping from the big tent, holding a magic staff.

"Whew-"

The gnoll shaman was quite old, and his hair had turned from gray to white.

Slightly hunched over his waist, looking at the burning tent with a cane, which had turned the entire western tribe into a sea of fire, countless jackals were howling and running wildly, and suddenly let out an angry howl: "Human! ”

It speaks the lingua franca of humanity.

"Kill!"

But Fatis and those desert bandits had no intention of communicating at all.

The long sword in his hand slashed, and the flange hammer slammed down, killing the gnolls who were hindering them in front of them, even if there were 3 elite desert bandits who were smashed to the ground by maces, they were still rushing towards the gnolls shaman.

Their mission was to take out the leader of the tribe.

That is, this gnoll shaman.

"I'll take out all your bones and hang them on my body as decorations!"

The old gnoll shaman's eyes were full of madness, and how could it not be aware that his tribe was being attacked by human forces, and his wisdom far exceeded that of ordinary gnolls?

"Let the bloodlust of your ancestors envelop your hearts and kill these human cavalry!"

It grabbed a handful of colorful powder and threw it at the surrounding gnolls, and the staff in its hand raised and roared, "Bloodthirsty! ”

"Roar—"

The surrounding gnolls were contaminated with powder, and their eyes instantly turned red.

But before these gnolls pounced, the desert bandits who were still rushing towards this horse had more of the standard equipment they had already prepared—short javelins.

"Whoosh whoosh—"

The short javelin whizzed and tore through the air with the force of the throw.

And the old gnoll shaman realized that it was too late to flee to the side.

There are very few throwing weapons such as javelins and throwing axes in this world, and now in the face of the elite desert bandits, accurate and extremely lethal javelin throwing, they can't dodge it at all.

"Roar—no, my might..."

Four short javelins pierced deep into the gnoll shaman's body.

The old shaman roared, leaning on his staff but staggering down.

In its wisdom, it is impossible for itself, as a powerful transcendent spellcaster, to die so easily, not to mention the fact that there are those gnolls warriors who have already cast spells and are extremely manic and fearless of death.

"Let's go!"

Fatis watched the gnoll shaman fall, and immediately pulled the reins of his horse.

The long sword in his hand slashed a red-eyed gnoll to death, and instigated the war horse under his crotch to continue to rush forward, because according to the original plan, they would not have returned to the west, but forcibly interspersed the entire gnoll tribe, heading in the direction of the east, where Kant led the troops to attack.

And now, Kant has led his troops on the offensive.

The rain of arrows in the sky densely enveloped the tents on the east side, and the heads of the gnolls who fled in a panic.

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