Chapter 41 Centaur Longbow (Part 1)

The battle lasted less than twenty minutes.

In order to reduce casualties, the six hundred mercenaries were divided into two echelons, fighting alternately with ten minutes as the boundary, without giving the gnolls a chance to breathe!

The time of real hand-to-hand combat in the Cold Weapon Age will not last as long as the Firearm Age!

At least before the battle develops to the point where the strength of only pulling the trigger is required, the human physical strength is limited, and the time it can support high-intensity combat is also quite limited. Here we must despise people who blew the guerrilla tactics in ancient times. Damn, people are running weak. They can still bend their bows and shoot arrows, and they can also slash forward with a knife?

Looking for death?

When the sky was dyed with a hint of red glow, the battle was over.

The soldiers began to finish the killing of the gnolls who were not dead, while the one or two hundred gnolls who finally gave up resistance were strung one by one by the mercenaries with ropes and sent back by a team of Greek infantry. In addition to these gnolls who gave up resistance, there were also about fifty minor gnolls. These werewolves who were killed one by one after the captives were crushed away!

My own casualties were soon counted.

The mercenaries died forty-two, most of them were injured. The Greek infantry did not suffer any casualties, and about forty people were slightly injured. The general guard injured two horses, and the personnel were not injured. The reason for their own small casualties was that there were not many weapons at this gnoll gathering site. Not to mention heavy weapons, these gnolls were not equipped with all their short swords!

When the last attack on Murphy town, most of the equipment in the werewolves were concentrated. After the defeat, even the werewolves would throw away their armor! This made it possible that the jaggers gathering places within the territory generally do not have many weapons to be equipped. With their claws and fangs alone, these beasts could not cause much casualties to the Greek infantry.

A big victory made everyone excited!

Of course, what excites them even more is the silver coins they will be able to obtain next.

This victory successfully reversed the conflict formed between Murphy and the mercenaries when he established his authority, and transformed it into respect and worship! These mercenaries finally began to understand why this young lord had such a high reputation in the eyes of the town residents!

The result of this battle was not beyond Murphy's expectations, so he was very calm and had no excitement at all.

However, the expected casualties were even smaller. He found that these gnolls seemed to have basically no powerful weapons and equipment. In today's battle, nearly half of the gnolls had no weapons!

What's going on?

Did these gnolls consume all their weapons reserves in the last battle?

These creatures don't seem to make weapons?

Murphy rode his horse back to the way he came, and the general guards silently guarded him around him. The infantry had already escorted the werewolves slaves back first. Now all the mercenaries were left, and they would peel off the furs of the werewolves who died in battle. For these slave merchants, they would never give up the benefits they had obtained. If Murphy had not insisted on executing the werewolves, they would probably want to transport the cubs back to sell!

I have seen a lot of blood today.

Murphy no longer wanted to see the cruel skinning process. He confiscated a batch of silver products that had been plundered into humans in the werewolf camp as trophy, and then rewarded them on the spot to the Greek infantry who participated in the battle today. In this battle, he only took half of the jewel captives, and he handed over the other benefits, including fur, etc., to the slave merchants to distribute them themselves.

Trade in towns has entered formality, and these additional benefits are no longer enough to make Murphy excited.

The focus of his troops sent today was to give these slave merchants confidence, use their power to restrain the scattered zombies within the territory, and give themselves time to develop with peace of mind.

When I returned to the territory, it was already dark.

Although he did not participate in the battle in person, Murphy felt very tired after a day of running around.

He washed briefly under the service of the maid, and then walked towards the large room of the Governor's Mansion. Now he wanted to lie down on the bed and have a good rest, even if he was squinting his eyes. He was going to let the maid come in for dinner.

Murphy hasn't had a complete good night's sleep since he decided to move the town.

Almost every day he got up at dawn and did not go to rest until it was completely dark.

As a lord, when everything was just starting, there were so many things he had to deal with. And there were great enemies like zombies around him, so Murphy had to rack his brains to find ways to keep a guard against these enemies at all times.

Until today, a werewolf camp was wiped out, and the slave merchants had learned to cooperate under his strong integration.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief.

Murphy lay on the soft goose-quilt quilt, half-squinted her eyes and pretended to sleep, her mind was confused, and she was in a state of half-dream and half awake.

It was not until he felt a pair of soft little hands pressing on his back that he woke up a little.

Murphy turned over and remembered, but was pressed by the little hand on his back.

"Don't move, lie down." The soft voice of the high priest came from behind. Murphy relaxed and his eyes narrowed again.

The high priest half-kneeled on his body, and his little hands were holding his neck and collarbone. The force was slightly heavy, but it aroused the sourness between Murphy's fatigue. For a moment, he didn't know whether it was comfortable or sad.

A faint fragrance drifted into Murphy's nose. He calmed down a little, raised his hand and patted the person on his back. He murmured in a low voice: "Be gentle."

As the words were said, the high priest's force was much lighter, but his movements were more frequent.

After the muscles were sore, it started to heat up, just like the feeling of being treated by magical techniques, and the whole person was warm and comfortable.

Murphy was a little confused. Under this warm feeling, he wanted to just fall asleep.

He felt the high priest sitting gently on his back, and then he held it down from his neck with his little hands. The warm feeling became stronger and stronger, spreading from his spine and spreading all over his body along his sour muscles!

Murphy finally couldn't maintain his mind anymore, so he arched his head and changed to a more comfortable sleeping position.
Chapter completed!