Lord of the Oasis - Chapter 154

Chapter 154: A Renewed Offensive

The swadian crossbowman slammed down the earthen clay pot.

It smashed into the skull of the Jackal at the front and shattered into countless pieces.

The amber-colored oil splashed from the broken pot, but more oil splashed onto the corpse stairs made of corpses outside the city walls and howling Jackals clambering upward, trampling over the corpses of others.

The torches were thrown straight out of the window.

In a short moment, the corpse stairs that were covered in oil suddenly burst into flames.

The heat wave was extremely oppressive.

Flame spreading through the bodies on the linen robe and hair was help up the fire, produced crackling sound, and with the cans of oil, the fire more intense, the ladder, composed of external wall body was burning up the big fire, let those Jackals who were still climbing, under miserable cry started to recede.

The fear of fire was imprinted in the depths of the souls of living creatures, and even these Jackals.

The fire spread, and the raging flames created a billowing heat wave.

TheJackals with bloodshot eyes, who were originally surrounded underneath, suddenly regained a little of their sanity. They were cowering and too timid to climb up the flaming corpse ladder and retreated subconsciously.

The siege was defeated, and the Jackal attacks weakened.

One surge of energy led to another bust.

As the madness faded in their eyes, fear appeared in the hearts of the Jackals.

No one wanted to continue dying, let alone climb the still burning corpse ladder.

”Howl —”

A mournful wolf howl appeared. It was the order of the commander to retreat.

The entire Jackalan army was not able to continue the crazy attack. When the violent attacks after failure, temporarily away was a wise choice. Otherwise, the morale of the army would be severely depressed after a long time, under the threat of death, the initial madness would turn into a hopeless situation, causing the entire army to collapse.

The expeditionary army began to retreat. In less than 30 minutes, they had left more than 600 of their comrades’ corpse, and were retreating in tragic strides, their orderly formation beginning to show signs of disintegration.

The Jackal crazy offensive had dissipated.

The archers in the attic of the city wall suddenly felt the pressure they were facing instantly ease, and all heaved a sigh of relief.

However, these archers did not relax. The longbows and crossbows in their hands continued to shoot out arrows. Even the Swadian militia who were holding hunting crossbows at the top of the city walls continued to shoot out arrows, they chased after the retreating troops.

Now was the time to take advantage of the situation to kill the enemy!

The sound of the air being torn apart was still shrill.

The Jackal troops quickly retreated, but they still left behind over 30 corpses before finally leaving 200 meters away, well beyond the effective firing range of the human marksmen on the walls.

Kant looked at the Jackal troops who had returned to the bottom of the dune and started to reorganize their troops, and the solemnity in his eyes eased slightly.

This meant that the other side would not continue the attack for a while

At least, they had to stabilize their morale and encourage these Jackals who had fallen into a desperate situation before they could attack the city again. But even so, the troops who had already been defeated in the siege wanted to continue to enter the city and forget everything else, only knew how to climb up with all their efforts, even if they became corpses, they would still have to be used as stepping stones for their companions. Their crazy status was no longer possible.

There was something in the depths of Kant’s eyes as he thought of the madness of giving one’s life for the sake of death.

He turned his head slightly, and the red-bottomed golden lion fluttered behind him.

Kant noticed a certain fact.

In that group of Jackals crazy attack, this flag of battlefield artifact, actually failed to cut theirs morale, Whether it was the first round of morale reduction or the increase in the number of deaths to reduce morale, it was very difficult, as these Jackals who went into hysterics, there was a constant of morale, it was impossible to be cut.

Only when their attacks suffered a setback and they retreated backward did they finally succeed in reducing the morale of a portion of the Jackals. However, the reduction was not great at all. It did not even cause the enemy’s troops to fall into a state of low morale.

”Falling into a state of madness will automatically stabilize the morale and cannot be cut?”

Kant quickly came to a conclusion and his guess was very accurate.

However, this accurate conclusion was not a good thing. He could not help but sigh.

Turning his head to look at the archers who were moving their arms and massaging their muscles, he felt a little more at ease. After all, he was gratified that his soldiers were fighting back without fear of their madness.

”Pass on the message, watch out. The enemy will not give us too long.”

Kant instructed the messenger and turned to walk towards the stairs.

Instead of leaving the walls, he climbed to the top of the attic and, looking at the rows of Swadian militiamen sitting on the ground to rest, he found Manid, who was still busy, and asked: “How are things with you?”

”Everything is fine.” Manide bowed, but still said solemnly, ”It’s just that there are not enough crossbows.”

”So soon?” Kant frowned.

Manide sighed: ”Yes, the militiamen had emptied their quivers in the last battle. After all, the militiamen had only 20 arrows in their quivers, which was not enough to sustain a high-intensity siege.”

”I see.” Kant nodded. Manide was telling the truth.

It was probably not just these Swadian militias.

Even the other crossbow would have had no more than a few in his quiver by now.

In the frenzied siege battle just now, the archers had played an absolute role. The 600 plus Jackals corpses below were almost all caused by these archers. Moreover, the retreating Jackals, most of the people had heavy wounds on their bodies. If not for the dense rain of arrows, such a situation would not have happened.

After pondering for a while, Kant said: ”This problem is very easy to solve.”

”That’s Great.” Manide heaved a sigh of relief.

Kant’s solution to the problem was naturally the [ Ammo Replenishment x 3] he had obtained from the lucky draw.

Mental communication worked in the system.

With his affirmation, the golden card in his mind suddenly scattered.

The number of suffixes also changed from three to two.

However, on the city walls, inside and outside the arrow tower, the data streams in the quivers of the Vikian archers, the Ravenstern rangers, the Swadian crossbowmen and militia began to spread. In the blink of an eye, it swelled up again.

The arrows were inserted into the quivers in an orderly manner, and the arrows were neatly arranged inside the quivers.

The archers’ammunition had all recovered.

But Kant frowned slightly.

Although all the arrows were restored to their former number, the strength of the bowmen had been greatly exhausted, especially in those who had to draw the bow. In the heat of battle, the constant drawing of the bow would strain the arm muscles severely.

At this moment, Kant somewhat missed the volley cards that he had used up completely.

After all, 500 Vikia marksmen could kill a lot of Jackals in an instant with three volleys of arrows.

”Howl —”

At this moment, the mournful howl of Jackals reappeared.

The Swadian militia who had been sitting at the top of the attic, were all back on their feet, their crossbows pointed at the outside world, their faces still cold and determined to defend their homes.

Manide held the light crossbow with a solemn expression: ”This attack might be even crazier.”

The Jackals howled.

These guys, who had been boosted by the morale, had completely turned into desperadoes.

The stairs of the corpses were still burning, but the foundation was still under the city wall, forming a slope. As long as they rushed up against the rain of arrows and continued to make the slope higher, the Jackals behind them could even climb into the city wall through the window.

There would be a fierce battle for the walls.

This was the most direct melee, but for archers who were not good at close combat, it was their weakness.

Fighting against a 2 to 3-meter-strong Jackal was like throwing a stone at a stone

”I already have plans.”

Kant narrowed his eyes, with a hint of viciousness.

But he would not use this arrangement until the end. He turned and headed straight for the garret and told Manid: “If the walls below begin to fall, you and your militia should immediately leave the attic floor by the other stairs and fight the Swadian infantry behind the city gates!”

”Got it!” Manide nodded.

”Well.” Kant turned around and walked down the stairs again into the attic of the city wall.

Not far below the dunes.

The Jackals, rearranged in formation, resumed their attack.