The barbican was the fruit yielded from the wisdom of castle defense.
It was no problem for Kant to use it to build his own castle.
Only an indestructible castle could firmly occupy this desert. For example, the barbican and other fortifications with excellent defense thought could be built as much as possible.
The good defense system of the castle meant that the castle was safe, and the lord still had the right to control this place.
If it wasn't for the fact that the bastion was completely used for military purposes and couldn't take care of civilian life and regional development, Kant would have already built the walls of "Drondheim" Castle into the shape of a bastion.
After all, a bastion with all kinds of crossfire had a strong side even in the era of cold weapons.
It also had a good defensive effect against siege towers and other weapons.
But there was no other way.
The bastion was a complete fortress, a regular defensive fortification that evolved from modern artillery tactics.
No civilians could live in it, and it was even more impossible to build a house. Apart from barracks, there were tunnels, and all kinds of ammunition depots and firing points. Even barracks were built close to the city walls, so that the function of the entire bastion could be maximized!
From the looks of it, building two barbicans were enough.
"What a pity."
Kant felt a little regretful.
In reality, his strength was still a little lacking.
The construction of the castle consumed too much of his resources. Moreover, after the construction, a large number of soldiers were needed to defend it.
Just like the current "Drondheim" Castle. Although there were many archers, they could only focus on defending one city gate. If the enemy attacked two city gates at the same time, they would have to dismount the cavalry unit and help defend the city gate.
The gate was the key.
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No general would make such a stupid mistake.
In comparison, the gate, which was made of iron and wood, could be broken through by low-level siege weapons. For example, a siege hammer, a battering ram, or a simpler sword and axe could cause damage to the gate.
Therefore, the key to defending the city was actually the defense of the city gates.
For example, the archers on the towers and arrow towers on both sides.
For example, the reinforced iron city gates and the defensive footmen guarded behind the city gates.
Now that they were considering the construction of the barbican to strengthen the defensive ability of the city gates, it was obvious that the defense level of the entire castle had improved in quality. Moreover, with Kant's invincible cavalry as a threat, it was obviously impossible to attack the city in one go!
"Firentis, you will be responsible for the construction of the two barbicans at both south and north city gates."
Kant instructed Firentis.
"Ye.", Firentis answered.
"Be careful."
Kant frowned slightly, his heart still palpitating slightly.
Looking to the north, in the depths of the Nahrin Desert, he subconsciously touched his heart. "I keep feeling that there seems to be something bad waiting over there...", pausing for a moment, he sighed softly. "I hope it's an illusion."
But even if it was an illusion, Kant was still wary of the depths of the Nahrin Desert.
The Lost City of the age of gods was over there.
The bloodline of the Sun God, the Golden Holy City forged in the depths of the desert!
Even in the underground cave of the ancient passage, there were remnants of the Sun God, and even the demons, undead, and descendants of the ancient gods.
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Not to mention the so-called saintess.
"I remember that I once killed a certain woman in the temple on the mountain peak."
Kant pondered.
That was the descendant of the god who had also appeared in the golden coffin.
However, the underground water was surging around the platform and the current was rapid, and because he did not have the technology to build a ship, he had not taken out the golden coffin, nor did he check the descendant of the god who had been killed by him.
There was also the succubus that had been killed by him.
This meant that the war between the gods and demons had long been in wars, where they fought each other to the death.
Otherwise, there would not be any god's descendant, followed the existence of the demons.
"I need to bring more elite troop class."
Kant made up his mind.
The Royal Knights and Lion Knights that he currently had were the best helpers to ensure his safety.
As for the ordinary top-tier cavalry, he did not plan to bring too many of them. After all, it was not as convenient as having a few elites. Moreover, they were heading to the unknown desert, where the Golden Holy City might be located.
30 Swadian Knights and 20 Lion Knights would be enough.
He was slightly stunned.
Kant decided in his heart, "There are still mage apprentices!"
Although the seven mages had all stayed in "Aaron" Town, the current number of mage apprentices in "Drondheim" Castle had increased to five with the recent recruitment.
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If they encountered something related to magic elements, they could first give Kant a warning or give him a suggestion.
Since he had decided.
"Alright, that's it."
Kant said, "Firentis, arrange the supplies for this trip."
"Yes.", Firentis nodded.
Soon, the supplies were all prepared.
Each person carried five days' worth of fresh water and food, as well as necessary kindling items and combustible charcoal, as well as leather clothing to keep out the cold and tents to shield them from the scorching sun. They were well prepared.
After all, they were all extraordinary knights. The warhorses they rode were also quite magnificent and could not be regarded as ordinary warhorses.
Their load capacity became extremely high.
Just like how knights possessed extraordinary power, these warhorses were probably contaminated with this mysterious and powerful extraordinary power.
If these horses were in the Senwaya Range, perhaps even some would mistake them as demonized creatures. After all, ordinary warhorses would definitely not be able to run at such a fast speed with fully armed knights moving at the blazing speed.
For example, an ordinary Swadian Knight charging at top speed. In fact, it was a very difficult choice to keep up with the Royal Knights' ordinary marching speed.
After noon, the scorching sun slightly eased.
The time was around 2pm.
"Lord Kant, please take care of your health and safety."
Firentis stood in front of the city gate and said with great concern, "Only your existence can prove the value of our existence."
The many knights and sharpshooters behind him looked at Kant eagerly.
If their lord needed them, they were willing to step forward and join the mission to enter the unknown desert region. They would protect Lord Kant, even if they had to die in battle!
But Kant did not need too many people.
This exploration could be considered to be light travel. It was mainly for exploration.
After passing through the alkali soil, they arrived at the unfamiliar central area of the Nahrin Desert. If they continued, they would arrive at the Devil's Land that the high-level Jackalan of the Kingdom of Gray Mane had mentioned. Perhaps that was the cause of the sandstorm a month ago.
That was where Kant intended to go and explore.
"There won't be any problems."
Kant nodded.
His two legs knocked lightly on the horse's abdomen. He held the Sword of King by his waist and said in a deep voice, "Let's go!"
The Royal Knights and the Lion Knights behind him immediately followed.
At the same time, the five mage apprentices were also riding on five sturdy pack horses. They moved at a constant speed beside Kant and advanced toward the depths of the desert. Soon, the entire team had left the range of Oasis Lookout.
With the slightly lower temperature, the journey was not considered a torture.
The journey was safe and sound.
On both sides of the road, there were a few Jackalan corpses.
They were all dirty low-level Jackalans. Their skinny appearance had been dried up by the sun.
Kant's eyes swept over them.
There was not the slightest hint of pity.
If he had not looted these Jackalans back then and directly risked destroying their camps and wells, or even failed to defend against the attacks of their cousins, the high-level Jackalans, then Kant and his troops should be the ones who had become dried up now.
No, it should be said that they would turn into a pile of useless, unobservable, Jackalan feces!
Humans were a kind of delicious and tender meat in the Jackalan diet!
The strong preyed on the weak!
This was the Nahrin Desert, it had crueler law than the jungle.
The resources in the desert couldn't sustain two forces, or even one force. It was impossible for the low-level Jackalans and Kant's castle to coexist peacefully!
There was an inevitable conflict between the two sides.
The right to survive!
Whoever wanted to survive had to occupy all the resources in the Nahrin Desert.
Just like Kant who had already obtained victory and control of the Nahrin Desert, Kant who had already developed, had obtained the final right to survive and could become a victor of a higher level.
This was the law of the jungle.
Jackalan were the weak, so they could only be eaten by Kant.
Only by eating this meat could Kant obtain a stronger body and eat the meat of other weak people.
The weak could only fail and turn into remains to show their sorrow.
But what could they do?
The strong never cared about the weak's defeat!
They traveled all the way to the camp of the once low-level Jackalans occupied. From afar, more than a dozen low-level Jackalans were fleeing, as if they had already discovered them.
However, Kant did not give the order to attack.
The current him no longer cared about these scattered low-level Jackalans.
Or rather, this group of former opponents had already lost the ability to threaten him, and could not even be considered stepping stones!
"My Lord."
Behind him, the mage apprentices pointed to the front and said, "Right there, we sensed a small amount of water elements gathering."
They were pointing in the direction of the camp.
There was a huge sand pit, which seemed to have been dug out by these low-level Jackalan.
Kant nodded. "That's right, there used to be a well there."
"Let's go and take a look."
Kant gently knocked on the horse's belly.
He led the team over. After all, this was also the place where he had fought bloody battles.
The knights behind him immediately followed.
Soon, they arrived at the former camp. The sandstorm had already blown away all the blackish ashes left by the fire. There was only a messy puddle, messy footsteps around, and the remains of bones that had been eaten.
There were sand gazelle and Jackalans.
It looked very tragic.
But Kant did not care. He stuck his head out and looked into the puddle.
There were all kinds of stones scattered at the bottom of the four to five-meter-deep puddle, but the bottom was still blocked by a large amount of sand. Only water emerged from the ground. It was a small half-meter puddle that was extremely muddy.
If Kant wanted to drink, he had to filter it.
This was the well that he had destroyed directly.
"Well, at the bottom of this puddle..."
The mage apprentices closed their eyes slightly, after sensing it, they said to Kant, "There seems to be an underground river. We sensed a very dense water element. Although we are blocked from the sand layer, we can still feel that the water is very abundant. That's why the water could seep upward and form this small puddle."
