Chapter 65: The Returning Troops

The night sky was brightened up with the river of stars.

Under the moonlight, Kant had led the troops back to the ruins of the Jackalan tribe.

The temporary camp was still there as Kant had originally planned to come back with the troops after eliminating the Jackalan from the salt mines. After resting and replenishing fresh water, they started their returning journey.

After arranging the sentry posts and replacement personnel, everyone fell asleep.

Although they had gone through battles, they did not have much time to rest.

The next day at dawn.

The Swadian soldiers woke up of their own accords. They greeted each other groggily, stretching their bodies and looking at the breaking dawn on the horizon. Gradually, they regained clarity.

Last Night, they slept in armor.

When they woke up in the morning, their muscles were somewhat sore and painful.

But no one cared about that.

They were in the depths of a dangerous desert. They could encounter enemies at any time. Taking off their armor to sleep would only lead to their own demise. If they were ambushed by enemies, it would not be easy for them to put on their armor in a hurry.

For the sake of their lives, it was a wise choice to sleep in their armor.

Of course, the mail armor on the warhorses would be removed.

This bunch of delicate livestock would not sleep in mail armor that had covered their entire body. Should they do that, the weights would have rendered them powerless to pull out their hooves that had sunk into the sand on the second day.

“Get ready, we’re going to set off.”

Someone shouted loudly, relaying Kant’s order, making everyone move.

Now, they still had a lot to do.

The temporary camp was quickly tidied up and piled up on the three carriages they brought.

They had to set off quickly before the sky turned bright.

This was the wisdom of the desert.

It was also the necessary survival rule of the desert.

Resting in the day and moving at the night. Sometimes, they were also the key rules to survive.

The water sacks were filled. This well that was connected to an underground water source could replenish fresh water quite easily. Moreover, the water level would not drop too much regardless of the amount of water taken out of the well. The underground water was abundant and could always make up for the withdrawn water quickly.

This was also the reason why more than 2,000 Jackalans could rely on this well to survive.

But now, Kant had an idea.

To him, this well was useless for now, and would not be used much in the future. After all, there was more water in the Oasis Lookout, so this well was just superfluous.

It could even support the enemy and replenish fresh water for them.

“Firentis.”

Kant turned his head and waved at his knight, who was not far away.

“Lord Kant, do you have any order for me?” Firentis walked over quickly.

“Yes.” Kant nodded and did not hide his thoughts. He said to Kant, “Is there a way to block this well? I don’t wish to see those Jackalans becoming a threat again with the help of this well.”

“I see…”

Fatis was slightly stunned, “But Lord Kant, we need the water from this well too when we send people to mine the salt mine.”

It required a total of two days to travel from the salt mine to the Oasis Lookout.

If they wanted to mine the salt mine, then they had to be like the Jackalans. Some of the people would be stationed in the salt mine to transport food and water daily or replace the tired miners.

However, this two-day journey was the exact challenge to the convenience of providing supplies.

The supply of food was okay, but in the dry desert and the storage capacity, the most important thing was fresh water.

Mining was a tedious job.

What they handled were natural salt mines with extremely high salinity.

In addition, the desert’s temperature increased the miners’ daily demand for fresh water.

It was too unrealistic to rely solely on the transportation of the Oasis Lookout. Therefore, by burying this well, it meant that Kant had to limit the number of miners in the future. Otherwise, the supply of fresh water would become a burden.

It was precisely for this reason that Firentis tried to dissuade Kant.

“Forget it.” Kant sighed.

Turning his head to look at the burnt Jackalan tribe, he said indifferently, “Not many Jackalan would dare to return here. Even if they do, we can still kill them.”

“You are right, Lord Kant.” Firentis nodded.

Even if the heavy cavalry did not move out, these 41 Swadian light infantrymen were enough to deal with 500 Jackalans.

With the fully-armored Infantry Formation performed by a team of elites that had been through the battlefield, it was really easy to deal with a group of primitive, low-level Jackalans who only knew how to charge forward in a mess without any tactics.

And the most important thing was…

Those Jackalan would probably turn around and run away in fear when they saw Kant’s troops.

The courage in their hearts had been completely defeated, so it would not be easy for them to recover from that.

“Prepare to set off.”

Kant waved his hand forward, got on his horse and led his troops on their returning journey.

Firentis also urged his horse to follow closely behind.

This was the first time they had taken the initiative to attack other enemies. Those who remained at Oasis Lookout did not have their own defensive forces, and only 30 construction workers were helping to guard the house.

According to Kant’s calculations.

Two days later, it was the weekend, and they could return to Oasis Lookout in time.

By that time, the construction of the standard house in Swadia would be completed and the system workers from Suno would be able to complete their mission and leave, returning to the continent of Caradia.

This was all planned.

The Journey back was peaceful.

There were no Jackalan nor any dangers.

The speed of their return was also much faster.

They traveled day and night.

By the afternoon of the second day, they could already see the green of the Oasis Lookout.

Over a hundred date palm trees swayed their branches and leaves on the two acres of land. Their lush greenery seemed to bring coolness to the sweltering desert, adding a hint of comforting and relaxing green to the scene.

They had finally returned.

Everyone was worn out from the journey.

They were almost moving in fast march and none of them had rested well in the desert.

They had to try their best to return as soon as possible.

Kant stood on the dune and looked at the date palm trees on both sides of the spring water at the bottom, as well as the neatly arranged houses. His face was filled with relief and pride. This was his village.

“Keep walking. Everyone can rest well when we have returned!”

Firentis also spoke. He pursed his chapped lips and cheered up the soldiers loudly. “We’re Home!”

“Long Live!”

The soldiers were all happy. Their faces were tired, but their eyes were filled with excitement.

The relentless fighting and the long journey had exhausted their stamina.

Even Kant had sighed in his heart.

He understood that his strength was far from enough. Just by looking at the Jackalan tribe raid, he knew that if it was not for the help of the system, they would not be as relaxed as they were now.

300 people before they set off.

When they returned, there were less than 100 people.

Kant could not help but sigh at the cruelty of war.

“However, the gains this time are enough to cover the losses. ” Kant’s heart was calm.

41 Swadian light infantrymen.

46 Swadian heavy calvary.

5 Sarrandian Horsemen.

These were the only troop classes left. Regardless of whether it was the troop class 3 light infantry or the troop class 4 cavalry, they were all elites. They could not be compared to the recruits and militia from before.

At present, Kant had 92 soldiers. They could easily crush the previous 300 troops.

This was only one of the fruits of his victory.

He still had 15,000 Denar, 1,000 reputation points, and 11 honor points.

Although he had spent more than 2,000 Denar to level up, he still had 13,000

Denar left. This was enough for Kant’s current expenses.

However, the thing that he liked the most was the 11 reputation points.

This meant that Kant would be able to randomly pick 11 gift packs in the System Mall!

A gift from the system would definitely be of high quality.

As long as Kant was not out of luck, drawing anything would get him the most generous reward.

The current Oasis Lookout was like a child in urgent need of nutrition.

Help from anyone would not be refused!

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