Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

Arrows fell like a torrential rain. Along with this wave of arrows, more than 200 conscripts from the town came out of the formation with sacks full of soil.

As they ran, they shouted loudly to encourage themselves and rushed towards the manor with great momentum.

Standing under the protection of the shields of Nott and his men, Hod looked through the gap between the shields and locked his eyes on the surging enemies. His eyes were focused, as if he was calculating something.

When he felt that the distance between the two sides was almost the same, he suddenly swung his right arm with force, and his movements were crisp and neat.

The robbers holding slings and javelins on the wall had been paying close attention to Hod's every move.

When they saw Hod make this gesture, they threw their long-range weapons decisively without any hesitation.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The sound suddenly rang out, and one stone after another, one javelin after another, like lightning, cut through the sky and flew towards the town conscripts who were charging at a very fast speed.

For a moment, the air was filled with sharp and piercing sounds of breaking through the air.

Looking at the stones and javelins that were about to fall like raindrops, the faces of the town conscripts carrying heavy sacks were instantly occupied by fear.

They stared with wide eyes, cold sweat dripped down their foreheads, and their bodies trembled involuntarily.

However, when the terrible consequences of turning around and running away emerged in their minds, these soldiers could only grit their teeth, suppress their inner fear, and continue to rush forward with their heads buried.

Just a few seconds later, the stones and javelins whistled from the air and hit the ground fiercely with a sharp wind sound.

Only dull crashing sounds were heard, and for a moment, dust was flying, blood mist was everywhere, and figures fell to the ground one after another like harvested wheat.

Miserable cries and painful shouts resounded throughout the sky, instantly suppressing the wailing of the lawless people in the manor.

Although Hood decisively ordered the robbers to counterattack, their number was too small.

There were only forty or fifty robbers with long-range attack capabilities, and nearly half of them used only slingshots.

Although these slingshots were quite powerful, due to their limited number and poor accuracy, they did not cause too much substantial casualties to the swarming enemies.

After suffering a round of attacks, the town conscripts ran faster like frightened rabbits.

They rushed to the front of the trench panting, and hurriedly threw the sacks on their shoulders into the trench.

Then, without even a moment to look back, they fled in a panic towards the camp.

After witnessing this scene, some elite robbers threw their javelins again without hesitation, without waiting for further instructions from Hood.

Compared with the stone throwing of senior robbers, the javelins in their hands were obviously more powerful, combined with their level 4 throwing skills and 180 points of throwing proficiency.

Almost in the blink of an eye, several conscripts were pierced through their bodies by their javelins and nailed to the ground.

And these conscripts who were unfortunately hit by javelins also screamed in despair, which frightened the conscripts around them pale and moved faster.

At this moment, another buzzing sound of bowstrings sounded, followed by dense arrows flying.

"Defend against arrows!!!"

This scene made some robbers who wanted to continue attacking give up the idea and immediately raised their shields for defense.

This also made the conscripts filling the trenches below feel lucky. They took this opportunity to throw down the sacks and return quickly.

As more and more sacks were in the trenches, a road leading to the city wall appeared in everyone's eyes.

Looking at the filled trench below, Hood's face turned black. The trench that took nearly a hundred people to dig was completely filled in just half an hour, and only caused more than 20 casualties to the enemy.

"Boss! The enemy is about to attack!"

Paul, who was holding a shield on the side, looked at the enemy in the distance and shouted loudly.

Hood raised his head suddenly, his eyes fixed on the front.

As expected, hundreds of conscripts came like a tide, carrying simple wooden ladders made overnight on their shoulders, and hurriedly rushed to the manor.

The faces soaked in sweat revealed a bit of ferocity and panic, as if they were afraid of fighting, but had to choose to fight.

"Damn it!" Hod cursed in a low voice, with a surge of anger in his heart.

"Come on, isn't it just a short distance away?Fight hand-to-hand? Who's afraid of who? "A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and he stretched out his hand without hesitation to pull out the long sword at his waist, raised it high, and roared: "Kill these bastards for me!!!"

"Roar! Kill! "

The robbers responded to Hood's order. They raised all kinds of weapons in their hands, with hideous and twisted expressions on their faces, and shouted in unison, shaking the sky.

For a while, the shouts and screams resounded throughout the battlefield, which was terrifying.

In the blink of an eye, the group of conscripts carrying wooden ladders had arrived at the foot of the city wall.

Although there were stones, rolling logs and javelins falling from the city wall, they did not step back. They used the heavy shields in their hands to protect their heads and bodies, and climbed up step by step with difficulty.

A conscript quickly climbed to the top of the wall. As soon as he poked his head out and wanted to jump onto the top of the city, an extremely sharp mixed-blood warrior axe came whistling with a sharp wind and chopped him hard on the forehead.

I only heard With a muffled sound of "Puff...", a huge gash appeared on the forehead of the conscripted soldier in an instant, and blood gushed out like a fountain, mixed with white bone fragments and splashing everywhere.

His body suddenly stiffened, his eyes widened, and it seemed that he had not had time to react to what happened, and he fell straight back, like a heavy boulder falling from a height.

With a "bang", he hit the ground heavily, raising a cloud of dust.

However, before the elite robber wielding the mixed-blood warrior axe could even retract the axe, another conscripted soldier had quickly climbed up...