"Roar --"
Finally, some Jackalans could not hold back their hunger and thirst. They ran quickly and continued to rush towards the lake that was filled with corpses. Even the water was dyed red with blood. They drank large mouthfuls of the lake water that carried the smell of blood.
Hundreds and thousands of these low-level Jackalans continued to rush forward like a swarm of bees.
Their thirst made them go crazy.
Even on the city walls and arrow towers, the Vaegirs archers and the Swadian crossbowmen continued to shoot arrows, causing the arrows and crossbows to fill up the bodies by the lake like layers of white straw. But it still could not stop the large pack of low-level Jackalans rushing over to drink water.
In order to save more high quality awl arrows, the Ravenstern rangers had already put away their bows and stopped shooting.
However, the rain of arrows was even more intense.
50 archers and 50 crossbowmen had all gathered on the west side of the city wall and the arrow tower.
The rain of arrows continued, causing the lake shore 30 meters away to be littered with the corpses of low-level Jackalans. Layers upon layers of blood flowed into the lake, dyeing the originally clear lake pink.
This group of unarmored low-level Jackalans simply couldn't block the arrows and crossbows!
"Crazy."
Manid couldn't help but speak.
The low-level Jackalans in front had been shot to death, while the ones behind were still moving forward.
For the sake of drinking water.
Or to come into contact with the lake water that had already been dyed red with blood.
This survival instinct made all the low-level Jackalan's eyes turn red. The entire formation completely collapsed. The originally dark and large furry fleet completely disappeared into nothingness as more and more low-level Jackalans fell into a frenzied fight.
They continue to kill each other.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})They ruthlessly smashed the head of their companions using spiked club.
The brain matters and blood gushed out form the heads.
Death was everywhere, and there would be arrows rained down on them at any time.
This made them even crazier.
These Jackalans were completely gone crazy! !
Kant stood in place and calmly looked down at the riverbank where blood flowed like a river. As the archers on the city wall shot, a Jackalan hit by arrows fell down at every moment, but there were still more Jackalans pouncing on them, layer upon layer, they seemed fearless. But in the end, their bodies were floating in the lake, and hundreds of them died.
This was a farce.
A farce that was worth laughing at.
However, Kant's expression was calm, and his eyes were filled with anger.
When he saw that more and more of these low-level Jackalans died, the anger in his heart grew even more.
Kant clenched his fist and said slowly, "This is the enemy that I asked for strict defense. I really didn't expect that my enemies were these lowly Jackalans, trashes that even new recruits could defeat."
Manid smiled bitterly, "They are indeed vulnerable.". He had nothing to say.
"Yes."
Kant nodded and sighed softly, "They really are vulnerable."
At that time, he chose to leave this lake outside the city wall and only left the spring water inside the city wall, in order to lure the enemy troops to drink water who were extremely short of water after a long journey. He wanted to use the advantage of the city wall and arrow towers to deplete the enemy's strength.
This was a decision he made himself.
However, he didn't expect it to be so good now.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})The lack of water made these Jackalans gone crazy and completely lost their rationality.
Kant should be happy and enjoy the battle where the enemy was sending themselves to their deaths. However, he couldn't be happy because he didn't treat these low-level Jackalan as an opponent at all.
This was because he had led more than 300 low-level footmen to destroy the Jackalan tribe.
Now that he had more elite troops, why would he treat these low-level Jackalan as his mortal enemies?
Kant had prepared this trap, but it should only be enjoyed by those high-level Jackalans!
It was prepared for the expedition army of the Kingdom of Grey Mane, the high-level Jackalans from the Mannheim Coast!
"Report the results to me when it's over."
Kant turned around and left the top floor of the council hall without hesitation.
Firentis, who was not far away, had already led five Mamlukes and 50 Swadian heavy cavalries to prepare in formation. Their charging route was towards the low-level Jackalans who were fighting for water in the lake.
Although there were only 50 people, the charging effect would not be too bad.
This was not a battle between the armies.
Instead, 56 regular heavy cavalry soldiers were about to slaughter a group of beggars who had lost their will to fight.
It was a massacre!
The warhorses stomped heavily into the sand, and the soft sand instantly caved in. However, it brought an effective strength, making the warhorses ran faster and faster. In just a few seconds, it had covered a distance of 40 to 50 meters, it entered full-speed charging mode and crashed heavily into their target!
"Long live Lord Kant!"
Firentis charged at the front, raising the knight's sword in his hand high up as he took the lead in charging.
The sound of the hooves behind him came in waves. The warhorses stepped on the sand caused a faint thunder-like roar from the ground.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Five Mamluks protected Firentis on both sides, while the 50 Swadian heavy cavalries behind him lined up in a row, side by side. They stepped together in a neat charging pace and began to charge forward in a frenzy.
It was like heavy cavalry crushing light footmen!
"Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang --"
The fully armored warhorse easily knocked away the Jackalans that could not dodge in time.
The sharp lance easily pierced through the Jackalan that was reckless was still trying to resist.
The warhorse moved forward, and the horseshoe stomped heavily on the corpse, shattering its tendons and muscles. Even the unlucky ones who were still alive eventually died by the continuous trampling of the horseshoes.
The most straightforward one was probably the Jackalan whose head had been crushed by the horseshoes.
At least it didn't have to suffer!
Even a well-made lance couldn't withstand the impact of the houses' charge, and it broke one after another.
But either Mamluke or the Swadian heavy cavalries didn't care at all. They pulled out their two-handed iron staffs and warhammer, smashed heavily at the panic low-level Jackalans who were scrambling to survive.
Their heads were knocked into a pit, and their brains were splashed out.
The two-meter-tall Jackalan was like a perfect target. The heavy cavalry did not even need to bend down. They just needed to raise their arms and kill them one by one.
As for the low-level Jackalan's counterattack.
These beggars had not drunk or eaten for a long time, they did not had the chance to break through the defense of the chain mail they raised their spiked club!
In an instant.
The 56-man heavy cavalry chased after thousands of Jackalans and massacred them.
There were corpses everywhere trampled on.
[ Intimidation ] activated.
The golden lion on the red background seemed to have come to life. It moved without any wind, showing its might.
This was the activation of a special characteristic.
Looking at the Jackalans that were slowly collapsing, it was obvious that their morale had been reduced to a terrifying bottom. It was even close to the bottom of the valley. They had no intention of continuing to resist at all. They only knew to run aimlessly.
Fear was like the deepest abyss, opening its bloodthirsty mouth towards them, and they could only scrambled.
Just as Kant had said, this could not be a battle.
It was just a massacre.
And in the dune on the west side, the 300 Jackalan pirates left as soon as possible and escaped from the lower races. They became depressed and gloomy. They raised the battle axes in their hands and gathered together, breathing rapidly.
The desert bandits had already surrounded this group of Jackalan pirates.
80 light cavalries surrounded 300 heavy footman soldiers. It was somewhat laughable.
But it was indeed so.
These Jackalan pirates wore mail armor and held two-handed battle axes, it was obvious that they were elite Jackalan pirates. The desert bandits had their eyes on them. When these pirates quietly escaped, the bandits immediately brought people to surround them.
Not far away, a few short pilums were stuck in the sand. It seemed that they did not succeed.
However, these Jackalan pirates still not dared to make any moves.
This was because in their formation, two of their companions were crashing onto the ground. Their chests and lower abdomen were stabbed by the two short pulims. The mail armor on their bodies did not have any defense effect.
The inertia of impact caused the pilums pierced deeper into their chests. They did not even dared to pull them out.
These Jackalan pirates were very experienced in fighting for their lives in the Sea of Stars.
Of course, they knew that if they pulled out the pilums that pierced into their bodies, they would definitely bleed out. If they were not prepared, they would die.
However, they couldn't do anything about it.
The pirate leader's eyes were filled with violence and despair.
The other pirates were the same.
Looking at the desert bandits, they could already sensed that these humans riding on warhorse had become so strong, so fast, and terrifying lethal!
Even the elves riding on Moon Deer weren't as fast as these human cavalry!
"These humans... why are they different?"
Endless doubts rose in the hearts of the Jackalan pirates, but these doubts made them even more desperate.
After walking more than ten meters, they wanted to rush over and fight, but the human cavalries did not gave them the chance to get close. Like agile sparrows, they spread out in all directions and took the opportunity to throw short pilums instead. The humans immediately made their two comrades lose their fighting ability, and most likely going to die.
They wanted to leave, but the desert bandits rode their horses and circled around them.
This feeling made them feel like a pack of wolves.
As long as there was a chance, the pirates would pounced on them and fiercely bit off a piece of their meat. Every time they threw javelins, there would be a life-long pirate comrade fell down, waiting for death.
The common riding and shooting tactics from the Khergits could drag down all footmen.
Right now, it made the Jackalan pirates anxious, but they couldn't make any choice in their despair.
Because when they moved, they revealed gaps and flaws. There was a dozen of whistling pilums, piercing through their armor, and causing the valiant and skilled elite pirates of the Sea of Stars to fall to the ground in humiliation.
In a short period of time, more than ten Jackalan pirates were hit by the pilums and fell to the ground.
"Humans... we surrender!"
The pirate leader looked at his subordinates who were filled with despair and had no hope left. He sighed softly and swallowed his saliva in his dried mouth. He said in a dry and hoarse voice that was emitting smoke, "We surrender..."
