The massacre finally ended at the riverbank of Resniston.
Apart from the knights and knight attendants who fled on warhorse and dived into the river to swim, and received the help of the pirates guarding the battleships on the shore, everyone else had been massacred.
The scene was very tragic. From outside the forest, there were scattered corpses, and most of the fatal injuries were on their backs.
The soldiers who had already fled lost the spirit to fight back.
They were just lambs being slaughtered.
When Kant was in the camp and ordered to arrange dinner, as the sky gradually darkened, the desert bandits and Sarrandian horseman who had spread out gradually returned, together with all of Mamluke, to the camp.
It was just that unlike the previous clean and tidy appearance, most of the cavalry had bloodstains on their bodies.
Similarly, everyone was injured.
There were also a few corpses dragged back by the warhorse.
This battle was not as simple as it seemed.
If it were not for the elite cavalry, they would not even be able to break through the infantry formation formed by the water bandits. However, even now, it could be seen that even if the cavalry charged into the midst of the water bandits, they would still be injured.
At the beginning of the charge, it wasn't that the pirates didn't resist. At that time, the cavalry suffered the most casualties.
Of course.
Even if they resisted, it would be useless.
In the end, the pirates were all massacred. The scattered infantry wasn't a match for the cavalry.
Moreover, this group of pirates had already lost the mentality to resist. Facing these cavalry from the Sarrandian Sultanate, a group of genuine elites who had fought their way out of the continent of Caradia didn't have the slightest spirit to resist.
Groups of pirates were massacred, groups of elite lance soldiers were harvested, and their lives were withering.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64ce79d606107d003c23ea27", id: "pf-5140-1"})Even the knights who had escaped had left behind quite a number of people who had died in battle.
They were also the only troops that had formed a system to escape.
The commander of the knights.
As well as more than a dozen knights who were close to each other.
There were also more than a hundred knight attendants who belonged to them.
As for the others, they had all fallen under the slaughter of these fierce Sarrandian people because they felt that they were in the rear, or were forced to be in the rear, or have simply given up. Even if they knelt down to beg for mercy, or announced their surrender, they were all slaughtered.
Kant's order was very clear. There was no need for captives. Then they would carry it out in resolution. No captives!
But there were exceptions.
Baheshtur, a young man from the KurjitKhanate, returned.
Behind him were more than a dozen captives. Beside him were the serious-looking royal knights and lion knights. With an absolute number, these more than a dozen captives trembled. They did not dare to show any signs of resistance.
Among these people, three were the leaders of the pirates, and the remaining twelve were the priests of the dark red cult.
They were all fellows who possessed extraordinary powers.
"Kneel!"
Baheshtur did not stand in ceremony.
He brought these captives outside Kant's tent and used his horsewhip to whip a slightly slower priest. "What right do you have to stand here? A bunch of pigs! All of you, kneel!"
The 15 captives were filled with humiliation and despair. Even though their eyes were filled with hatred and resentment, they did not dare to resist at all.
Because there were a total of 30 grand knights beside them!
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "64cc9e79c7059f003e4ad4b0", id: "pf-5109-1"})The grand knights who were invincible in close combat!
Although the three pirate leaders were also grand knights, they could not withstand the combined attacks of 10 grand knights.
As for the 12 priests from the dark red cult, they were even more pitiful. It was estimated that one grand knight would be able to slaughter all of them in less than two minutes at such a close distance!
Although the mages's spells were powerful, they were no different from a commoner in close combat!
No one dared to be impudent.
Therefore, they also knelt down in humiliation.
It was not that they had never suffered such humiliation before, but with their status, they had all knelt down at least ten years ago. Now, it was completely because of the fear in their hearts and their fear of death.
Whoever had absolute power had all the power in the world.
Kant walked out of the tent.
A knight immediately placed a chair over from behind.
Sitting on it, Kant looked calmly at these captives, but his gaze was on Baheshtur, who was standing beside him with a bow. "Tell me, who are these friends exactly?"
"Lord Kant, I don't really understand."
Baheshtur smiled.
But the horsewhip in his hand gently rose and fell, and he turned his head to look at the captives, his voice was also somewhat sinister. "Alright, in front of the respected Lord Kant, tell us your identities and secrets, and perhaps you will be able to live a dignified life, and not be like a lowly bastard, whose corpse is casually thrown into the wilderness and let the vultures eat at will!"
"I'll speak!" As soon as Baheshtur's voice fell, a rude guy dressed as a pirate spoke directly. He knelt down and crawled two steps forward. He said anxiously, "I'm willing to surrender and offer my loyalty to Lord Kant!"
* smack -- *
However, his entire body was sent flying by the horsewhip.
window.pubfuturetag = window.pubfuturetag || [];window.pubfuturetag.push({unit: "663633fa8ebf7442f0652b33", id: "pf-8817-1"})Face beaten to a pulp. Baheshtur put away the sturdy leather horsewhip in his hand, his voice was even more sinister. "Lord Kant needs your loyalty? You are just a lowly pig! Now tell me everything you know and your identity so that you can live!" Baheshtur said in a deep voice, "Don't talk about anything other than the problem!"
"I'll talk... I'll talk..." the leader of the pirates and the priests of the dark red cult hurriedly kowtowed. They were so frightened that they panicked and completely lost their minds.
Under the threat of death, no one dared to play any more tricks.
They could actually see it.
At the moment, Lord Kant didn't care about them at all. He only thought that they were still useful, so he captured them. If the answer wasn't satisfactory, they would definitely die.
And they didn't want to die, so they all chose to cooperate.
As expected.
The leader of the pirates was a pirate of this river.
However, the current pirate force had been destroyed by Kant. Even if they lost all of their elites on land, even if there were some pirates left in their nest, they were just a bunch of old, weak, and disabled people.
The pirates were still most powerful at water battles. However, they had given up on their strengths and came to land to compete with Kant. It was simply courting death.
The priests of the dark red cult were the remnants of the dark red cult that had escaped from the eastern county.
Kant was already clear that...
the eastern county had been purged.
Almost all members of the dark red cult that were known to the public had been purged.
Even the priests of the dark red cult who possessed mysterious powers were swarmed by a large number of troops. They were easily killed by dozens of battle bows that were more than ten meters away.
The entire eastern county was now in awe of Kant, almost ingratiatingly.
"Not bad."
Kant sat in his seat with the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.
In his opinion, the eastern county would be considered taken down. At the very least, after this battle, the noble families of the eastern county did not dare to continue provoking him.
