The noisy plains of Garmic finally fell silent, and the land ushered in a bloody dawn.

The camp, which had been noisy the day before, was as quiet as ashes: flames burned silently, torn tents, dry tree trunks, dead refugees, shattered goods.

When the sun finally rose, the plains of Gamici were filled with wandering refugees, weeping and getting lost, hiding in the bushes or the ruins of buildings in the basin, watching in horror as the Salander cavalry passed by in the occasional formation.

The Salanders raided the camp the night before, and more than 300 Swadia soldiers were forced to evacuate after nearly an hour of resistance, and they fled the camp in a hurry. The order of the refugees was completely out of control, and most of them rushed to the Amera fortress. The chaotic sound of trumpets and shouts that night filled the night sky over the Garmic Basin.

At that time, the Rhodok soldiers were standing at the head of the city, heavily armed, and they were ordered not to open the city.

It was a difficult night for the Rhodok soldiers, with countless refugees praying and cursing desperately under the city, and the Salanders rushing left and right without fear. The Rhodoks only gathered a burst of arrows when the Salanders approached the city gate too arrogantly, which was useless to disperse the Salander cavalry, and instead wounded many Swadians.

The soldiers of Svadia also did not form an effective organization in the end: they did not have enough officers, and they lacked the necessary equipment and courage. These people have only a little more experience than panicked refugees, and can avoid danger as much as possible while fleeing. That night the Salanders sent out six hundred infantry and two hundred cavalry, and these men quietly left the fort of Garmich at nightfall, and assembled in a birch forest by nine o'clock. Ready to go, the Sarandian cavalry was the first to move, spreading loosely on a front more than five miles long, like a sturdy pocket. The cavalry scouts had been observing the Swadian outposts for several days, and many of the Swadians had been quietly eliminated before they could raise the alarm. As soon as the cavalry was in position, the Salander infantry began to assault, and the outnumbered Salander infantry rushed like a rolling iron wall into the unprepared Swadia camp.

The rapid onslaught of the Salanders soon tore through the fragile defenses of the Swadians, and the Swadian soldiers fled in a hurry. More than 10,000 refugees and soldiers caused great confusion in the panic of their flight, and the Salander infantry, having broken through into the Swadian camp, began to line north towards the Fort of Amela.

Along the way, Salander's infantry spared the fleeing refugees to the south, focusing on chasing the Swadians heading north. Their strategic intentions became clear after daybreak: the Salander infantry was in front of Fort Ame, cutting off the basin from Fort Amerah; The Salander cavalry drove the hordes of refugees and their supplies and livestock to the southwest on the battlefield.

The Salanders have finally made a move, and this operation must have been carefully planned beforehand. The Salanders crushed the Swadians overnight. Fewer than 3,000 refugees survived under Fort Arame, and according to the observation of Rhodok soldiers, a contingent of more than 1,000 people was forced to the sea by the Salanders, and most of the refugees outside these two groups had been controlled by the Salanders.

In a clearing near a dozen woods, hundreds of Swadians were gathered together by the much smaller Salanders, tied together with ropes, and then led by Salander's troops, slowly marched towards Garmic Fort.

The Salander Sultanate had a large number of soldiers. With the exception of a few elite soldiers who were part of the Sultan's guard, the rest were mainly provided by vassals or hired directly by the Sultan. The Salander mercenaries, mostly from impoverished tribes, were fierce in battle, but far more loyal to money than to their employers, and were the most variable link in the Salander Sultan's war machine: if the Sultan offered a high enough price, they could be the killers of all enemies; But as soon as the Sultan's wages were not paid properly, these people would be demoralized and complaining, and if someone lured them with a lot of money, they would abandon their shame and go to the enemy camp.

Before the Salanders, the Barrie Oasis was known for producing quality mercenaries. This business is not due to the overpopulation of the area, on the contrary, it has been underpopulated, with large olive groves and fields left untended. Due to poverty and the weakness of agricultural technology, the main export there has always been its soldiers rather than olive oil and grain.

If the Sultan of Salander were to organize a guard that was completely subordinate to him, he would have to exhaust himself from the tedious aspects of horses, weapons, armor, food, and so on. But if he wants to have mercenaries who are not weak in fighting all the time, all he needs to do is move out a few wooden chests full of gold coins. So, for the Salander Sultan, the mercenaries around the Barriya oasis have always been a worthy collaborator.

After the Salands migrated to the desert area, they quickly established a series of inhabitants. The Barrie region has had a full-fledged mercenary trade for a long time. There is often a story of a down-and-out son of a Salander nobleman, seeking revenge, finding a mercenary agent in a humble tavern in Barryer, emptied his purse, and the next morning the agent brought him more than eighty men with halberds and knives.

This mature trade in the export of arms has always been regarded as a double-edged sword by the nobles of Salander, and on the bright side, Salander will always have a stable source of reserves; The downside is that this source of reserves can be exploited by the enemies of the Sultanate.

In order to consolidate their rule, the Salande religious leaders have been tasked with establishing a diocese in the Barriya region, where the influence of the Salander religion has grown through glamorous religious ceremonies and generous rewards for converts. The Barrie region, which once had many faiths, is now beginning to become pure in faith. People used to pray for a good harvest or good fortune to various concrete and abstract gods in nature, but now, the imams of the Sultanate tell the people here that there is only one Allah, and in a holy city in the distance, Allah steps on the stone to ascend to heaven, and if you follow Him, you will have a peaceful heart like the crescent moon, and by following Him, you can walk from the paths of the holy city into a paradise full of flowers and songs.

More and more Barriya mercenaries began to dye their cotton armor and battle flags in jujube, and painted white crescents on them. These people were not staunch believers in the Salander religion, but they came to believe that doing so would bring safety and luck.

Now, nearly a thousand soldiers of the Salander Sultan in the Gamich Basin wash everything like a red tide. Earlier, the Salander infantry, having completed the surveillance mission, slowly retreated in two groups, and instead of returning to Fort Garmic, they went straight to the sea. It was known that these men had gone after the more than 1,000 Swadias who had fled to the seashore. The fate of the Svadians was extremely sad: they had no choice but to surrender or be squeezed into the sea by the Salanders.

Tracy fled back to the camp the previous night, fighting alongside hundreds of Swadia soldiers. These soldiers had been deeply ashamed after the defeat of the northern front, and after receiving the order to go south, they had to put aside their prejudices against Rhodok and come to the south. At the time of entry, the Rhodoks disarmed some of the soldiers, much to the displeasure of the soldiers, but the Swadia soldiers drew their weapons at the thought of the elusive Kugit behind them.

The Swadia soldiers soon discovered the arrogance of the Rhodoks, and if the Rhodoks could be described as fair to civilians, then the Rhodoks made it difficult for the Swadia soldiers: the Swadia soldiers would always receive food and water after the civilians received food, but the Rhodoks always smiled at this time and spread their hands and said: "Today's supplies have been distributed, you can figure out your own way"; And when the Swadian soldiers asked for the necessary tools and weapons, the Rhodoks told the Swadias to go back to Paraven to ask the emperor for them; What angered the Swadia soldiers the most was that when the Salanders harassed the refugees more than once, the Rhodoks slowly teased the Swadia soldiers for their incompetence after receiving the distress report.

In their dealings with the Rhodoks, the Swadia soldiers were fed up with the, and it was also at the time of the rout that most of the Swadia soldiers preferred to flee to the seashore rather than to Fort Amela. The Rhodoks had returned some of the Swadians' weapons before, because even the Rhodoks could not sit idly by and watch the Swadians kill unarmed and by the neck. Tracy and a few Swadian soldiers fled south with the refugees, knowing that their flight was pointless and that the Salanders would surround them by the sea.

As early as in Lower Rhodok in the south, the Swadias had learned that the Sultan of Salander had signed a contract with King Kugit, and it was said that once the Salanders captured the captives, they would buy them into the desert to work as coolies, and it would be impossible for them to escape for the rest of their lives, and even if they did, they could only be swallowed up by the deserted Gobi for hundreds of miles. Tracy was so annoyed by this situation that he even regretted not being part of the refugee group and fleeing to Fort Amera. The fog was getting thicker, and by the time Tracy heard the faint sound of the tide, the fog had shortened one's line of sight to a mile or two. The refugees around Tress looked around, and these people were overwhelmed the night before, so they had to flee with the soldiers, and when they found themselves taken by the soldiers to the sea, the refugees let out desperate cries, Tracy had to face the resentful looks cast by the refugees, and some even cursed Tracy in a low voice as he passed by.

Frustrated, Tracy had no time to care left or right, and stumbled south with his spear on his shoulder, knowing that there was no way ahead, but he could only move forward. In the fog, Tracy scratched his neck and looked left and right, surrounded by refugees with their heads down, carrying large bags of luggage, some leading goats and mules, women wrapped their heads in scarves, children clutched the plackets of their loved ones and followed, and some old people simply gave up running away and sat on the ground and prayed. A woman bowed lightly to Tress when she saw him dressed as a soldier, a courtesy that made Tress feel guilty as a soldier.