Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

Seeing this, the shortbow rider on the side couldn't help but chuckle twice: "Haha... Little Ando, ​​didn't you just brag about how great you were? Why are you so scared when the time comes?"

"I... I..." Facing the two concerned eyes, the young rider's lips trembled slightly, and he stammered but couldn't say a complete sentence.

Beads of sweat rolled down his pale cheeks, as if every drop carried his inner fear and anxiety.

"Don't be afraid, Ando, ​​we are here. Even if you die, the captain and Uncle Bass will accompany you."

As if he had noticed the uncontrollable fear in the young rider's heart, the middle-aged captain's weather-beaten face forced a gentle smile, trying to comfort the frightened young man in front of him.

However, the worry hidden behind that smile could not be concealed no matter what. The other party attacked them directly, obviously aiming for their lives.

Misunderstanding? I'm afraid it's definitely not.

"Captain... I don't want to die, I really don't want to die... Linda is still waiting for me at home..." Before he finished speaking, two lines of tears had already slid down the young rider's cheeks like a broken dam.

His body was trembling slightly, like a candle in the wind, and the words with a crying tone were like a sharp sword, piercing the hearts of the two people present.

"I know, I know." The middle-aged captain responded softly, while reaching out his hand and gently patting the young rider's shoulder, trying to comfort him.

But when he saw the young rider's desperate and helpless eyes, his heart was also stabbed.

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged captain took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Anduo, if you don't want to die, run as fast as you can towards the depths of the forest! Run as far as you can! Don't look back!"

Hearing this, Anduo suddenly raised his head, staring at the middle-aged captain with his eyes, and asked in astonishment: "Captain, what about you? And Uncle Bass? What are you going to do?"

At this time, he had long been unable to wipe the tears from his face, but just stared at the middle-aged captain blankly.

"Haha, little Anduo, uncle really loves you for a reason. It's a matter of life and death, and you still remember uncle."

When Anduo asked him with concern, the shortbow rider's old face suddenly bloomed with a warm smile like spring breeze.

However, this smile only lasted for a moment, and then it quickly disappeared like the sun covered by dark clouds.

Instead, he had a solemn and serious look. He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Little Ando, ​​the current situation is very critical. The captain and I will do our best to help you stop those people. Only in this way can you find a glimmer of hope and take the opportunity to escape from here!"

"Bass is right, little Ando. Now only if we delay these enemies can you have a chance to survive." The middle-aged captain on the side came forward, gently patted Ando's slightly thin shoulder, and whispered in the gentlest tone possible.

"Remember, once you start running, don't look back, just rush forward until you are completely out of danger!" The middle-aged captain stared at Ando with burning eyes, and warned him word by word.

As soon as the voice fell, the middle-aged captain and the shortbow rider looked at each other tacitly.

At that moment, it seemed as if thousands of words were conveyed in each other's eyes. Then, the two looked at each other and smiled. In that smile, there was both a desire for life and a relief for death.

The next moment, they held the short bows in their hands without hesitation, and their bodies jumped out quickly like arrows from a string. At the same time, two sharp arrows shot into the woods with a sharp sound of wind.

"Anduo! Run!!!" With a roar that resounded through the sky, the middle-aged captain and the shortbow rider rushed into the woods without hesitation.

Hearing this roar full of hope, Anduo wiped away the tears on his cheeks with his sleeves. At this moment, a ray of unwavering light gradually emerged in his eyes that were originally full of fear and confusion.

He took a deep breath, drew out the short sword from his waist, raised it above his head, and shouted at the top of his lungs: "Captain, Uncle Bass, I'm not afraid anymore..." Then, he ran towards the two figures.

In the dense forest, under the tight protection of the four robber leaders of Nott holding up their heavy shields, Hood stood firmly in it.

His murderous eyes were fixed on the two figures rushing towards him. The two people were running wildly while constantly drawing their bows and arrows.

The corners of Hood's mouth rose slightly, outlining a hint ofA cold smile.

He turned to Batu and others who were already murderous beside him and shouted: "Batu, kill them! Revenge for Latuna and the others!"

Batu and the other five looters who received the order were like a lit gunpowder barrel, and ferocious smiles bloomed on their faces.

They raised their recurve bows without hesitation and aimed the arrows at the two approaching enemies in front.

Then, they suddenly released the bowstrings, and the arrows shot out from the bowstrings with strong bow force in an instant.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

In an instant, six sharp arrows shot out like lightning, cutting through the air, bringing a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

At this moment, the middle-aged captain who had just shot an arrow moved his ears and keenly heard the sound of breaking through the air.

He didn't have time to think about it, and his body reacted instantly, and pounced to the side like an agile cheetah.

At the same time, he did not forget to shout loudly to remind the shortbow riders around him: "Bass! Be careful! Get out of the way!"

The shortbow rider also reacted very quickly. Almost at the moment when the middle-aged captain finished speaking, he quickly dodged and hid behind a thick tree.

"Duoduo..."

Six arrows were nailed to the ground and trees fiercely, making a series of dull sounds.

Batu and the other six people saw that all the arrows they shot missed, and they couldn't help but get angry.

After they cursed fiercely, they simply threw away the recurve bows in their hands and turned over skillfully to jump on the warhorses.

Everyone held the shining iron leaf spears tightly, squeezed their legs hard on the horse's belly, and rushed towards the middle-aged captain and the shortbow riders with anger.

For a while, the sound of horse hooves and shouts resounded throughout the forest, and mud and green grass splashed everywhere under the horse's hooves...