Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

"Puff...Puff..."

Blood spurted, broken limbs flew everywhere, and several hideous heads fell to the ground.

"Puff!"

"Puff!"

Amid the deafening shouts and screams, everyone tried their best to kill the enemy.

Swords have no eyes, and guns and axes are ruthless.

The sergeant with a resolute face was hit by several axes and fell to the ground with screams. He didn't even have time to stretch out his hand to call for help before he was chopped on the head by an axe.

The elite robber with a fierce face was besieged by several soldiers. Several short swords chopped his chest and back, and he fell in a pool of blood.

"Go to hell!"

Nott's eyes were fierce, and he kicked the terrified sergeant to the ground. Before he could get up, the imperial heavy sword in his hand had already chopped his neck fiercely. In an instant, blood rushed, and his head rolled several times before stopping.

"Kill!"

After killing the sergeant, Nott roared and rushed forward.

The armor plates on his body clanged with his movements, and the hard board boots stepped on the stone paved ground, which was very moving.

"Puff..."

The bloodthirsty eyes were revealed from the chain mail eye socket helmet, and the heavy sword slashed down from above with great force. With a "click", a sergeant's neck was cut in half, followed by a rush of red blood.

Nott kicked the limp sergeant's body away and stepped forward again.

Blood stained his helmet and armor, and the strong smell of blood made people sick, but he turned a blind eye.

After killing three soldiers, Nott seemed to be stimulated by something. His eyes gradually turned red, and a strong impulse surged in his heart...

That was brutal killing...

"Gululu..." This time the head rolled directly to the ground, and after rolling a circle, it stopped in a depression on the ground. There was despair and fear in his eyes that were not closed.

A soldier looked at Nott, who was covered in blood, with hatred in his eyes. He chopped Nott with the sword in his hand, but only a long mark was drawn on the armor, making a harsh scraping sound.

Nott didn't even look at it, and chopped down with the heavy sword in his backhand, removing half of the sergeant's shoulder as a whole. The mail armor he wore did not play any role under the attack of the heavy sword.

The soldier howled miserably, but within two seconds, the sound stopped abruptly. It was indeed Nott who felt impatient and stabbed a sword into his mouth, and the tip of the sword passed through his neck.

"Ah!"

The earth-shaking scream resounded throughout the alley, and blood splattered everywhere as if it was free.

Nott raised the heavy sword and continued to move forward.

His head and face were covered with the blood of the enemy, almost covering his eyes.

The sword with a cold light was stained with blood and filled with a fishy smell.

At this moment, Nott had no fear, but his face was full of excitement, and even his body was trembling slightly.

He only felt that all the cells in his body were cheering, as if what was in front of him was not a bloody hell, but a feast of gluttony, and he enjoyed the feeling of killing very much.

If Hood knew what Nott was thinking at this moment, he would definitely curse inwardly.

I'm afraid he has a serious illness!

However, for Nott, this feeling was just right. Skilled killing skills, solid defensive armor, and cruel and bloodthirsty killing intent combined to turn him into an efficient and morbid killing machine.

He seemed to be able to predict the enemy's attack, so that every time an enemy attacked him, he could always take a step ahead and harvest the enemy's life.

In the deep and narrow alley, there were screams and harsh metal collisions.

These sounds intertwined together, as if it was a symphony of death, playing the last swan song of those who were about to enter the underworld, and it was also a fatal movement burst out by the fierce collision of weapons in the hands of the warring parties.

Although Nott was extremely powerful and fierce, facing the sergeants who came like a tide and far exceeded their own number, even the elite robbers gradually felt powerless and could not resist the opponent's swift offensive.

One elite robber after another was surrounded by several sergeants.

They fought with all their might, but in the end they were unable to withstand the continuous attacks of the enemy, and could only fall down slowly with reluctance, becoming another cold corpse on this bloody battlefield.

At the same time, Hood, who was in the tavern, led the remaining robbers to move quickly to the second floor.

They climbed down from the second-floor window swiftly, and then, like ghosts, they clung to the walls of the houses around them and carefully dispersed to both sides. Everyone's footsteps were so light that they could hardly be heard, for fear of attracting the attention of the enemy below.

Everyone looked down at the horrific killing scene underground with burning eyes, and every robber's face turned red because of excitement.

Anger, excitement and other complex emotions intertwined and churned in their hearts, like a burning flame, becoming more and more intense.

At this moment, Hod tightly grasped a mattock with a cold glow. Compared with the dagger he used before, this mattock undoubtedly has a stronger armor-breaking ability.

After all, the enemies in the alley, whether they are guards responsible for patrolling or those well-trained and skilled sergeants, are all wearing armor.

If you want to cause substantial damage to these enemies, you must rely on this powerful weapon that can easily tear the armor.

Hod narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at the situation in the alley, and gradually had an idea in his mind.

There are about two hundred enemies who came to attack them. In addition to those skilled and well-equipped sergeants, the rest are town guards.

However, the space in this narrow alley is extremely limited, and it is impossible to accommodate so many enemies to act at the same time.

In desperation, they could only line up in rows, like an indestructible human wall, blocking Nott and others in the middle of the alley.

But the soldiers continued to pour into the narrow battlefield in the middle of the alley. They joined the battlefield wave after wave like a tide, killing the elite robbers one after another.

Blood splattered in the intersection of axe lights and sword shadows, and corpses lay in a pool of blood.

Seeing that their number was decreasing, the elite robbers fell into an unprecedented desperate situation, but the murderous intent in Hood's heart on the roof became more and more intense.

His eyes, which were originally full of anger, were now round and round, like copper bells. He quickly made a gesture to the robbers on the roof who were already furious and had ferocious faces.

Seeing this, the robbers understood what was going on. They reached into the bulging cloth bags at their waists, took out heavy slings, and held them tightly in their hands.

After everything was ready, Hood took a deep breath and slowly raised his right hand.

His eyes gradually became cold, looking coldly at the frightened guards outside, and then he waved his arm violently.