An exclamation suddenly sounded in the woods in the night, and only halfway through it turned into a scream! Then the exclamations and screams continued to sound, and soon they were all together. The thick blood began to spread with the night wind, and soon, the fighting and screams gradually thinned out, and dozens of knights fled from the other side of the woods, urging their horses with all their might, and disappeared into the darkness of the night in an instant.

A moment later, Richard stood in the woods, scanning the battlefield. A humanoid warrior is clearing the battlefield, carrying out wounded warriors and mending the undead enemies. It was an almost one-sided massacre, with only a dozen humanoid warriors killed in battle, aided by powerful magical and magical powers, while the Imperial cavalry was almost completely wiped out.

In a complete victory, Richard did not see a happy look on his face, on the contrary, it became more and more gloomy. Whether it was the tenacity in the engagement or the combat effectiveness that erupted in a desperate situation, this imperial cavalry left a deep impression on Richard. It seems that this time Sarenwell brought elite troops. As a result, tomorrow's battle situation is not optimistic.

He suddenly pulled Gonde and whispered a few words, so Gonde beckoned all his followers, as well as Xiyou and other fighters who were not affiliated with Richard's side, and led them out of the woods. It wasn't until they left that Richard gave an order, and the humanoid warriors and grenadiers suddenly put down their work and pounced on the dead horses and silently shared their food.

There was silence in the woods, only the rustling of chews.

Soon, the aura of a humanoid warrior became powerful again. As long as there is enough flesh and food, the combat unit will recover as quickly as if it had been released with a healing spell. This scene naturally cannot be seen by outsiders.

When Richard returned to Oasis City, it was past midnight.

The fire of the whole city has been extinguished, and the warriors who have fought for a day have fallen asleep, and more terrible battles await them tomorrow. The inhabitants and slaves of the city were busy repairing the walls.

Back in the city, Richard immediately gathered all his followers, noble generals, and important figures such as the three goddesses.

After everyone arrived, Richard said in a deep voice: "Everyone, although we have repelled the attack of the Iron Triangle Emperor today, if we don't make changes, we will definitely lose tomorrow's battle!"

As soon as Richard said this, all the noble generals looked at each other, and everyone turned pale. They were all people who had fought in the first half of the war, and they all had almost blind faith in Richard at the moment. Richard said that he would definitely lose, that is, he would definitely lose.

"Are we going to run away?" said one of the generals, hesitantly. Now there are still a large number of troops in the city, and there is still the strength to resist. What's more, Sarenwell had a large number of cavalry, and it would be a tragedy if he abandoned the city and fled. Eventually, it is likely that only a few will be able to escape back to the Sequoia Kingdom.

In this martial era, between life and dignity, there are many nobles who will choose dignity. They would rather die on the battlefield than leave their warriors behind and flee without a fight.

Keeping everyone's reaction in mind, Richard said: "Actually, we have a way to reverse the disadvantage in numbers. ”

"Impossible!" exclaimed one of the nobles, "Sarenwell has brought 30,000 men, but all the people in Bluewater Oasis City combined are less than 30,000!"

Richard glanced at him and said meaningfully, "No, there are 60,000 people here!"

The nobleman's eyes widened, and he lost his voice, "You mean..."

"Armed slaves!" said Richard in no uncertain terms.

The nobles looked at each other, they were genuinely hesitant. Arming slaves is something they dare not think about. How to prevent slave rebellion is a top priority for every lord. And now, you want to take the initiative to give weapons to the slaves?

Finally, a nobleman smiled bitterly and persuaded: "Lord Richard, those slaves will be pointed at us first when they get weapons." ”

"This is our last resort. "And I'm sure of it." ”

An elderly nobleman had a deep concern between his eyebrows, and said, "Lord Richard, if you do this, you will set a very dangerous precedent. ”

Richard's eyebrows were tightly locked, but his expression was extremely determined: "So decide!

The elven poet responded.

"Go and get my sandfolk cavalry and barbarian warriors up. Also, go and gather all the slaves in the prime of life in the city and bring them to the central square. ”

Oral took the order and hurried away.

Richard called Clark and Gonder and told them to prepare weapons and food, respectively.

An hour later, more than 20,000 slaves were taken to the city square, all with blank faces and no understanding of what was going to happen.

Slaves of all races, but at most they were the original natives of the Bloodstained Lands, the sandpeople. And the Shamin cavalry belonging to Richard has only left a little more than a thousand after today's battle. They stood in front of Richard in a neat formation. After a long time under Richard's command, even the most scattered sandmen gradually turned into elite and disciplined warriors.

Richard walked in front of his sand people and barbarian warriors, and suddenly asked, "Originally slaves, raise your hands!"

The warriors were puzzled, but it was too much to obey the order, so they raised their arms in a dense manner!

The nobles behind Richard were all surprised, they didn't expect that almost all of the formidable warriors under Richard's command were from slaves!

Richard nodded with satisfaction, and then roared again: "Now that you have obtained the status of a warrior, raise your hand!"

Another dense group of arms raised, except for a few soldiers who had recently joined Richard's command and had followed Richard for a little longer, had accumulated enough military merit and gained freedom.

Richard pointed to the corner of the square, and in the direction of his finger, there were swords piled up. "Here, it is the most basic tool to become a warrior, a weapon!"

Richard pointed to the slaves in the square and said, "Over there, it's the same person as you were before!"

The sand cavalry and barbarian warriors looked at their weapons, and then at their fellow slaves, and began to understand something, and their faces began to show excitement.

At this time, Richard raised his voice and said in a loud voice, "Now, go and take up arms, and give them to your companions, and tell them how to become a warrior!

There was silence in the square......

Suddenly, a barbarian warrior strode out of the procession, picked up a dozen heavy battle axes, and then walked up to the barbarian slaves among the slaves, shoved a tomahawk in each of them, and whispered something in their ears, and finally struck them the chest, and walked on to the next barbarian.

Soon, a group of sandfolk cavalry also rushed out of the ranks, grabbed bundles of weapons, rushed at the sandfolk slaves, forced their swords into their hands, and kept yelling at the sandfolk slaves in their own language.

Chaos grew in the square, and as more and more slaves got their weapons, the nobles' faces began to be filled with unease. Only Richard looked calm, quietly watching the development of events.

Eventually, almost all the slaves were given weapons. The atmosphere also begins to become subtle and dangerous.

An elderly barbarian under Richard's command suddenly rushed out, shouting something at the barbarians in the ranks of the slaves. The barbarians hesitated, and finally walked to the other side of the square. More and more barbarians followed them to the side of the square, and soon all the barbarians gathered together and stood in a place that represented their willingness to fight for Richard.

The commotion among the sand slaves gradually grew, and people began to move to the side of the square. Soon, almost all the slaves who took up arms stood from the left side of the square to the right.

Richard finally had a smile on his face, and turned back to the nobles and said, "It seems that tomorrow we can give His Highness Sarenwell a big surprise!"

The nobles nodded their heads and finally breathed a sigh of relief. When the hanging heart finally let go, they found themselves in a cold sweat. But what they didn't know was that Richard was also sweating through.

When the sun rose the next day, the Emperor's ** Regiment, which had reorganized its military camp, reappeared outside the Blue Water Oasis and entered the city without much effort. There was nothing left to burn in the Oasis City, but it was still blazing, the flames of magic.

Sarenwell stood on the command car, coldly watching the bands of Imperial soldiers drive into the Oasis City. But this chaotic city is like a bottomless quagmire, and no matter how many soldiers are involved, they will sink into it. The sound of fighting sounded from morning to noon, and as time passed, more and more wounded Imperial soldiers were carried out of the city, but the Blue Water Oasis City showed no signs of falling, and the defenders had no intention of fleeing.

In the city of Blue Water Oasis, imperial warriors are already scattered everywhere, fighting enemies everywhere. In such a chaotic situation, Sarenwell was already unable to command, and could only hope that the soldiers were well-trained.

Fighting is everywhere.

An Imperial veteran carefully searched the street when he heard movement in a nearby house, kicked the door open and rushed in. But as soon as he entered, the veteran regretted it a little. There was a richly dressed nobleman inside, but there were also three personal soldiers who knew they were not easy to mess with.

"This guy is mine! You are not allowed to interfere!" The aristocratic young man choked and drew his sword, pointed his sword forward, pinched his waist with his left hand, and posed in a stabbing sword posture.

The veteran was stunned for a moment, then showed a cruel smile on his face, raised the sword that was still dripping blood, and then was satisfied to see that the white and fat aristocratic young man's face was instantly bloodless.

This aristocratic young man was Viscount Sim, and instead of leaving as Richard had ordered, he hid and finally waited until the next day's battle. But at the sight of the murderous veteran of the Empire, Sim's legs went limp, and he imagined that he had found a cellar or an attic to hide, as he had done yesterday.