As they entered the camp, the expressions of the three water bandits became more and more fearful. In fact, with their brains, they had already understood that even if they did not come to secretly report the news, Baron Kant and his troop knew that they were about to face a sneak attack.
In fact, they had already made preparations!
They could attack at any time.
The group of water bandits who were still triumphant and looking forward to obtaining a massive number of treasures would be dealt a heavy blow!
Looking over, the terrifying appearance of the well-equipped iron armor made the three water bandits feel even more uneasy. After all, they did not have many trump cards at the moment. They could not get the credit of sending information over anymore.
Baron Kant did not need any messages at all. There were probably still scouts and cavalry watching the group of water bandits from afar.
Then, they waited for the most critical moment.
Victory!
They finally stopped at the largest tent.
At the door, the 10-man team of Rhodok Sergeants was guarding the door. Their eyes were cold and indifferent. Even the sergeant leading the way was also given a cautious look. They crossed their halberd and not allowed them to pass through.
They needed to report first. This was Lord Kant's tent. How could they enter and leave as they pleased!
Very soon, a Rhodok Sergeant came out and said, "Go in. My lord is waiting for you."
"Thank you for your hard work." the three water bandits nodded humbly.
Without their identity as knights, they were already rootless duckweed. They did not even dare to mention their families. They even used fake names just so that they could obtain their former honor in the future.
However, the Rhodok Sergeant coldly glanced at them, with no intention of responding at all.
The three of them also entered the tent with their heads lowered.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})This was very normal.
How could a lowly water bandit be compared to such a great warrior.
They looked into the tent, Baron Kant and another person were sitting there.
They quickly walked over and respectfully half-knelt, placing their right hand on their chest and said, "The bloodline of Princess Sofia, the heir of the Silver Platter Kingdom, the great Baron Kant, we pay our respects to you."
"Yes." Kant nodded calmly.
He raised his hand and said calmly like a king, "Get up."
The three water bandits finally got up while trembling. They lowered their heads and stood in front of Kant. They did not dare to make any unnecessary movements. "Thank you for your kindness." From the corner of their eyes, they could see that there were still 10-man Royal Knight team in the tent, they stood expressionlessly in the corner of the wall. Their chain mail gloves were placed on the hilt of their swords.
They would definitely pull out their swords when they made any unusual movements. They would use the sharp blade to cut open their skin and let them know the serious consequences of offending a noble.
"Hey, you said that there are enemies attacking. What's going on?"
Baheshtur looked at them coldly.
He was playing with a sharp dagger in his hand. He tossed it back and forth and managed to catch the hilt every time. He was like a juggler. "If you're lying, you'll have to pay the price."
"We... didn't lie..."one of the water bandits subconsciously replied.
"Oh?"
Baheshtur smiled. "Then what's the result?"
"We don't need to say it. You already know, don't you?" But the leading water bandit still lowered his head dejectedly. "Lord Kant and this respected gentleman, please don't toy with us. We know that you already knew that the motley crew wanted to sneak attack you. Even if we didn't come to inform you, you would definitely be able to directly eliminate them. This is the easiest way."
"Hahaha." Baheshtur laughed and looked at Kant. "Lord, I think there are still smart people among these people. I think they can also make the most reasonable judgment."
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})"It seems so." Kant said calmly.
Looking at the three people standing in front of him, Kant said calmly, "We met before, in the Nahrin Desert. I gave you a mission at that time. It seems that you have not forgotten."
"We dare not forget." the leader of the water bandits quickly said, "We swear that we were once loyal to Princess Sofia, your mother, and also willing to be loyal to the Princess' bloodline. Baron Kant, it's our honor."
"Mm." Kant stood up. "Then let's go."
"Go?"
The three water bandits looked at each other.
Baheshtur grinned hideously. "Let's see how Lord Kant's army will crush the motley crew you speak of. Let them know that not everyone can offend Lord Kant!"
"Yes... yes..." the three water bandits nodded repeatedly. "We can be the spies!"
"There's no need." Kant shook his head calmly.
Lifting the curtain, he came to the outside of the tent. All the soldiers were ready. They stood in formation. An aura that belonged to the elites of the bloody battle was spreading.
"Let's begin," Kant ordered. "It's time."
"Yes!" Baheshtur bowed slightly. "As you wish."
Then, he straightened his body and got on his horse. He personally raised his spear and commanded the cavalries behind him to get on their horses. With a rumble, he walked out of the temporary camp in an orderly manner.
The warhorses of the Sarrandians were all well-trained military warhorses.
In terms of quality, they were even more outstanding than the warhorse that the Khergits were used to raising.
Therefore, the Sarrandian Horsemen's heavy cavalry was extremely strong. Just look at the 1,000 fully equipped Mamlukes and the 800 Sarrandian horsemen, this was a terrifying flood of heavy cavalry.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})In this battle, Kant only planned to use the heavy cavalry to deal with the enemy.
That's right, he didn't need infantry.
So what if it was a 6,000 man army?
On the battlefield, the number of soldiers was not the only factor to a strong troop. Quality was also important!
To a certain extent, quantity was synonymous with being bloated. Once a certain place was defeated, the chain reaction would cause the entire troop to collapse. This was a very common phenomenon in the history of the world!
Furthermore, how could a group of rabble-like water bandits withstand such an elite heavy cavalry corps?
Furthermore, it was on the plains that was most suitable for cavalry charge!
Even if they fought head-on, those water bandits would probably be completely defeated by a wave of charge!
Kant, on the other hand, would personally go to the battlefield and see how the enemy was defeated by the Sarrandian Cavalries. In the end, he would obtain victory and spread his reputation throughout the entire East County.
The scattered water bandits would spread this news everywhere.
This was a good thing.
Kant had already established his own village at the mouth of the river.
It was about to develop into a fortress or a castle. He also needed to let the various forces that were ready to make a move understand that he was not a pushover, but a terrifying absolute king who could easily defeat any enemy!
Even the troops of the Silver Platter Kingdom would also be turned into a pile of useless meat under the terrifying charge of Kant's heavy cavalries.
They would turn into useless piles of minced meat!
This was Kant's strength!
