The most elite part of the desert alliance of the natives is undoubtedly the cavalry: the sturdy desert riders, who ride the famous Bobu horses, form a large column of more than 100 people, each well-trained.

Dozens of columns formed a cavalry group of more than 1,000 people, wielding all kinds of weapons, and circled around the hill of the "castle tower" from afar, raising large clouds of smoke and dust.

The cavalrymen were well-armed, with short spears of two or three meters in their hands, a desert scimitar at their waists, and cowhide or sharkskin armor. Some of the wealthy riders also wore several flintlock handcuffs - there is no doubt that most of the weapons and armor were Koibold 'Koizumi' munitions.

No matter in which cultural circle, being able to pull out so many professional cavalry and military horses is a force that should not be underestimated.

The cavalry was not the main attack, carrying out the task of blocking the battlefield and preventing the "castle tower defenders" from escaping, and more than 400 meters away at the foot of the mountain, the infantry was in formation for a long time, which was the main attacking force.

Because the cavalry of the Marrakech coalition had the upper hand and controlled the vast plains on the periphery, the infantry with limited numbers did not need to trap this hill on all sides, and only two positions were arranged in the north and east as the starting point for the attack.

At the foot of the hill, the two offensive positions were lined up with various artillery arrays in front and traditional armored infantry in the back, carrying shields and a variety of weapons. There are also independent musketeers who roam around, carrying large three-eyed flintlock pistols in their hands, which are very conspicuous - such an outrageous weapon design is undoubtedly the kobold's 'foreign trade product'.

Xu Ping'an, who was hiding on the top of the mountain to watch the situation, only felt that his little heart was pounding: "Liu Jingtian, you unscrupulous arms dealer! Why are most of the enemy's weapons produced by us? This is definitely a system problem!"

Prince Ma'mon, who was in control of Marrakech, and the religious leader 'Imam Muhammad', sat on a gold-covered white horse, standing at the back of the procession and pointing. The two of them look very heroic, but they are not very happy in their hearts......

The human and material resources of the two adults' direct relatives were almost mobilized this time, and it was only then that this army of more than 10,000 people was pulled, and the cost behind it was not a small amount!

Moreover, when the army went out on the expedition, it did not gather the servant armies of those vassal tribes - these small tribes also bought countless 'Xiaoquan brand' arms, and God knows if there was any private deal with the 'infidels', it is no longer reliable!

It's not a big deal without those cumbersome tribes, no, the army is extremely efficient, and the lightning kills the foot of the 'castle tower'.

It's a pity that such a good start still failed to achieve a sneak attack!

Now the two masters only saw that the 'infidels' had quickly abandoned the 'garden houses' in the valley behind them, and had taken refuge in the dense caves in the hills.

There are a lot of abandoned empty houses around, but the fortified walls are very well done, in short, they look very proficient in the 'money absconding skills'......

It's so frustrating!

As for the castle tower, there have been no idle hours in the past few hours, and there have been military plans for a long time: the mountain is thrown to mercenaries, the kobolds on the mountain are shrunken turtles in the holes, and several artillery bunkers on the mountain are also tightly protected with various fortifications, and countless cannons are stuffed with real and false - most of them are impersonated with wood.

It's a pity that the kobold's trick of "using fake and real stunts" is too old, and the four miles and eight towns have long been immune. Otherwise, just seeing so many cannons, the timid would have to be scared away.

Xu Ping'an made a mistake and became the supreme commander of the castle tower, and he didn't want to worry about it-"I'm a pure civilian!"

But if he wants to leave it alone, he refuses to do it: "The more nothing to do, the more scared he is!"

So Xu Ping'an found some logistics work for himself: "Employees! The company is about to have a big operation, all the guys are moving! First of all, let's boil water and cook! This time, the slogan is, even if you are a ghost, you can't be a starving ghost! Oh yes, this time it's open to eat meat!"

So the cave was filled with merry gurgling.

At the foot of the mountain, the coalition forces saw that the sneak attack was fruitless, so they had to make some preparations for the siege. It took several hours of procrastination, and the artillery and baggage trucks were all arranged, and then they were ready.

And the time has dragged on until the evening.

During this period, the surrounded 'castle tower' did not stop, and the smell of barbecued meat came from afar, up and down the mountain, and the sparse food was fragrant, and the boss who slammed the door finally opened up to eat meat!

The mercenaries at the foot of the mountain even got some low-quality wine, which could be heard from afar, and the big voices of these rough people were merry.

As a result, the Marrakech coalition army, which was hungry and waiting for the attack, was in a very bad mood at the moment......

At this time, it was impossible for the Desert Coalition to stop and cook, and everyone only used baked hard wheat cakes to deal with their belly - during the war, it was even more difficult to eat on time than to leave work on time.

-1 Morale and +1 Fatigue

+1 Morale and -1 Fatigue

The defenders have unlocked the new delicacy 'Mutton Steamed Bun', which provides +1 loyalty

The sky was not yet dark, but torches were already burning everywhere, and the sporadic fires reflected the barren oasis.

Xu Ping'an stood on the top of the mountain, drinking hot haggis soup, and muttered and complained: "These bearded people, are they going to fight at night? Why do I have to work overtime when I come to ......the other world?"

Before the words fell, the enemy's artillery rang out - more than a dozen artillery pieces under the mountain spewed out long tongues of fire one after another, and many swarthy shells flew to the position at the foot of the mountain.

The people on the mountain looked nervously at the small position under their feet and the three thousand mercenaries inside.

Although it took a lot of effort to build the fortifications at the foot of the mountain, but one after another live ammunition smashed down, looking at the solid iron balls flying wantonly, everyone still didn't dare to come out of the nervous atmosphere, quite a bit of a feeling like a year.

At the foot of the mountain, these two untrusted mercenary groups, accompanied by artillery fire, stood very quietly in the trench, calm as if they were basking in the sun.

Only a few veterans stepped on the wooden piers, lazily lying on the wall of the trench, poking their heads out of the ground, calmly watching the artillery of the coalition army working hundreds of meters away, not worrying about eating shells at all.

The boss of the Spanish mercenaries, Captain Diego, didn't pay any attention to his men, he was carefully gnawing on a chicken leg until there was no meat left on it, and then he was holding a bone stick like a cigarette, and then he casually poked his head out of the wall.

It was getting dark, but the coalition forces had prepared a large number of torches, and from a few hundred meters away, their artillery could be clearly seen, as well as a group of people busy around the cannons.

"Ah, it's a pity that these dozen cannons, their position is too far ahead!"

Diego looked back at the castle tower in the shadows—there was no doubt that there was a terrible number of cannons there, lurking in the darkness.