Chapter 415: The Defeated Soldiers Chose to Surrender

The soldiers rushed out of the ancient passage and formed up on the plains of the East County.

Mamlukes, who were as wearing heavy armor including their horses, were in the front while the Sarrandian Horseman were behind. The Desert Bandits, who were slightly poorly equipped, spread out their short pilums on both wings and began their attack with a loud rumble.

The galloping of the 3,000 cavalries made the ground seem as if it was shaking, as if it was an earthquake.

The Crimson Sect’s lance soldiers drew back in fear.

No one stopped them.

Even the devil cult members, who were supposed to be the barrier troops, were drew back as well.

In other words, this so-called drew back was more appropriate to call it a retreat. They were panicking and did not dare to face this cavalry troop, which was at least three times larger than their own. They were running away in fear!

The troop of Crimson Sect was completely collapsed.

Their dense spear formation formed by the lance soldiers could indeed restrain the cavalries.

However, if there were too many cavalries that outnumbered their own footmen, then even this so-called lance formation would eventually become a fragile turtle shell that was easily broken. Sooner or later, it would shatter, there was no way to obstruct the cavalry’s path of charge. They could not even achieve the achievement of steppingstones.

Facing the charge of three thousand cavalries, it felt like the earth was shaking and the mountains were collapsing. Countless hooves were pounding on the ground, and the rumbling sound was like a rolling thunder.

The footmen who weren’t mentally prepared couldn’t stay calm in front of this cavalry group.

At the very least, these Crimson Sect’s lance soldiers couldn’t remain calm.

They were only mercenaries who were paid to do things.

Although they were also lance soldiers trained by Avilis Castle, it didn’t mean that they were willing to be loyal to the Crimson Sect. They were not willing to work for this terrifying cult unconditionally.

Last month, they still didn’t know that the true controller of Mountain of Death was the Crimson Sect.

Originally, they had been trained by Avilis Castle to guard this mountain. In name, they were here to prevent the invasion of the North County and South County, as well as to serve as a reserve team to defend against the invasion of the Silver Platter Kingdom.

As for the Demonic Sect or the Crimson Sect, they didn’t have much thought about it.

It didn’t matter.

After all, they were paid to do things.

It was better to protect their homes and protect the East County.

As the original residents of this place, they naturally had a deep love for their homes.

However, they didn’t expect that in less than a month’s time, Viscount Gibran, who had lost an arm, would come to Mountain of Death. The Crimson Sect that had been secretly preaching was suddenly in charge.

The entire world seemed to have undergone an earth-shaking change. The Crimson Sect members with terrifying power had also appeared on Mountain of Death.

They were stronger than the trained lance soldiers!

After that, they had nothing to do with it.

They were all driven away.

However, they were not let go. Instead, they came to the foot of the mountain to be responsible for guarding it and became the outer defense line. They were once led by their middle-level and high-level commanders, but in reality, these commanders had become the dark red cult’s believers at some point in time.

Only the soldiers at the bottom level were deceived, and they waited at a loss.

Then, they came to this moment.

They were strangled by Kant’s cavalries on the road of escape.

A large number of corpses appeared on the east side of the small river beside them. Not far away, on the Resniston River, there were more than a dozen large transport ships. They hurriedly pulled open their sails and fled down the river.

They did not even care about their own people who had yet to board the ships on the shore.

In a short moment, over a thousand Crimson Sect’s lance soldiers were annihilated.

There were still over four hundred smart people who threw away their weapons. They knelt on the ground and raised their hands. They did not dare to move and chose to surrender. Their expressions were extremely respectful. However, looking at their trembling bodies, they knew that they were extremely afraid.

However, they were indeed safe. No one cared about them.

Warhorses swept past them.

A cold glint of scimitars and spears flashed past their heads.

The cold chill made their backs break out in cold sweat, but fortunately, their surrender also brought them temporary safety. They were not massacred.

Groups of cavalries stopped their charging footsteps on the riverbank of the Resniston River.

Behind them were the corpses of those who dared to resist.

There were also those who knelt down and chose to surrender.

One by one, the Desert Bandits used hemp ropes to tie up the surrendered soldiers. Hence, there was a new labor force on the salt mine in the depths of the Nahrin Desert, which could be used to mine coarse salt.

Ever since the last invasion of the undead and the death of all the salt-mining slaves, the output of salt had not increased.

Using the famers from the system for mining were too expensive.

It was better to use slaves. These captives were very docile, especially when faced with the threat of death. They could often burst forth with extremely high labor standards. In order to survive, these people would do anything.

Of course, this so-called survival also meant that they would submit to Kant.

If they became captives and slaves, they would lose their dignity.

“Take them away!” Rolf also urged his horse over.

Behind him were the Elite Desert Bandit who were covered in blood, and everyone was injured.

Looking at these captives, his looked disgusted by them. He even used his horsewhip to ruthlessly whip those dark red cult disciples. He pointed at those fellows whose eyes were suffused with red light but still was afraid. He said fiercely, “As for these cult disciples, don’t keep them. Kill them all. They aren’t good people!”

“No! We surrender! Don’t kill us! We surrender!”

The followers of the Crimson Sect immediately cried and howled.

But no one cared.

A few Elite Desert Bandits dismounted, raised the scimitars in their hands, and fiercely hacked down.

The heads of the followers of the Crimson Sect were chopped off one by one. They let their heads roll on the ground like rubber balls. Blood spurted out of their necks, and their bodies convulsed as they fell to the ground. They were completely dead.

The disciples of the Crimson Sect, whose hands were bound by the thick hemp rope, had no ability to resist at all.

But there was an exception.

Just as one of the Elite Desert Bandit came to the side of a burly disciple.

That disciple instantly exploded. Although his entire body was bound by the hemp rope, a force directly broke the hemp rope. He picked up a longsword on the ground beside him and pierced through the chest of the Elite Desert Bandit.

A blood-red aura burst out from his body as he rushed towards the river.

He was a grand knight with extraordinary strength!

But he was fast.

The two figures behind him who had also burst out with blood-red aura were even faster!

The Sarleon Lion Knight rode his horse and rushed over. The knight sword in his hand was aimed at the grand knight’s back. Before he could react, he was cut into two pieces by the sword that contained powerful strength. His body was separated.

Rolf narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the Elite Desert Bandit who had fallen to the ground with some regret.

However, there was a hint of relief in his eyes.

Because of that grand knight they killed was the commander of the Crimson Sect who had brought troops to attack them!

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