Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

"Puff..."

"Puff..."

"Open the door... Please open the door quickly!"

The screams echoed throughout the manor, but they were only answered by the deathly silence and the cold walls.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a scream, the robbers with ferocious faces rushed into the crowded serfs at the gate like a hungry wolf.

They held the pitchforks, sickles and other farm tools that should have been used to cultivate the land, but now these farm tools have become deadly weapons.

The pitchforks stabbed mercilessly, and each stab was accompanied by a sharp wind. The sickles swung in the air, flashing cold light, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. The hoes were raised high and fell heavily, smashing randomly without any rules.

The serfs had no time to react at all, and they had already become the dead souls under the weapons of the robbers.

For a moment, the gate of the manor was filled with screams, pleas for mercy, and cries of fear.

The sound seemed to break through the clouds and reach the sky, but it still could not shake the closed door.

The guards on the wall heard the wailing from below, and a chill surged in their hearts, penetrating into their bones.

They held their weapons tightly, and their knuckles turned white due to excessive force.

Despite this, facing the bloody and brutal scene under the wall, they still did not dare to act rashly, and even dared not stick their heads out to watch, fearing that the extremely accurate javelin would take their lives.

Outside the gate, a serf with tears on his face desperately slapped the closed door with both hands, as if he wanted to smash it.

However, in the next second, a sharp pitchfork suddenly pierced his chest, and bright red blood gushed out instantly, splashing on the gate.

The serf's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and then he slowly fell down, without any movement.

A robber laughed grimly, and roughly pulled out the pitchfork stuck in the serf's body. The fork was still stained with warm blood, dripping on the ground.

Then, without hesitation, he stabbed another serf with the pitchfork again, his movements were skillful and cruel.

At the edge of the farmland not far away, Hod stood quietly, holding a long sword in his hand, watching all this expressionlessly.

The wind blew up the corners of his clothes, rustling, but he was like a sculpture, motionless, completely indifferent to the tragic scene in front of him.

Under his indifferent gaze, the number of serfs blocking the gate gradually decreased, until they fell completely in a pool of blood.

Some fierce robbers have already tried to climb up the wall. The wall of the manor is not high, and it has been broken by wind and rain. They bit their weapons, held the protrusions on the wall with both hands, and moved up little by little.

The leader of the guards on the wall seemed to have noticed something was wrong. He plucked up his courage, held up his shield to guard against possible armor-piercing javelins, and carefully stuck his head out to check the situation.

At the moment he stuck his head out, he saw more than a dozen robbers climbing up the wall, getting closer and closer to the top of the wall.

This sudden scene made his heart sink suddenly, and fear surged into his heart like a tide, and his whole body shuddered involuntarily.

In an instant, the instinct for survival drove him to open his throat and scream with all his strength: "Those people are climbing up, shoot! Shoot quickly!!!"

The roar full of panic and despair was like a thunder in the air.

Hearing the heart-wrenching roar of the guard leader, the guards who had been huddled in the corner and trembling finally mustered up their last bit of courage and slowly stood up.

They held the bows and arrows tightly in their hands, their bodies trembling slightly, their eyes revealing determination, ready to counterattack the robbers climbing below.

However, before they could fully draw the bowstrings, a sharp and piercing sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded.

This sound was like a death knell from hell, which was creepy. Before the guards could react in fear and dodge, two extremely sharp armor-piercing javelins rushed over like lightning, accurately piercing the chests of two of the bow-holding guards.

Blood splattered everywhere, staining the cold wall red.

The two robber leaders dozens of meters away did not even look at it, and took out the armor-piercing javelins from their backs, ready to throw again.

At this moment, a strong and powerful hand suddenly stretched out from under the wall and tightly grasped the edge of the wall.

Then, a hideous face appeared in front of the guards. The face was covered with glaring red liquid, and a pair of blood-red eyes flashed with madness and greed.

The guards on the wallSeeing this, their faces turned pale instantly, and the fear in their hearts reached its peak.

They subconsciously raised the short spears in their hands and stabbed the robber who had just shown his head.

With a muffled sound of "Puchi", several short spears pierced the robber's face at the same time.

In severe pain, the robber didn't even have time to scream, and fell straight down like a heavy stone.

However, this short victory did not give the guards any chance to breathe. Taking advantage of this gap, other robbers took the opportunity to jump onto the wall, roaring, waving their weapons, and fiercely rushed towards the panicked guards.

In an instant, the two sides collided with each other and instantly became a melee. The curses and shouts resounded throughout the wall, and it was endless.

Although the guards were filled with fear, they knew at this moment that if they could not successfully repel this group of brutal criminals, then the only way waiting for them was death.

Therefore, even though they were afraid, everyone still gritted their teeth and fought with all their strength.

A burly elite robber jumped onto the wall, holding a half-blood warrior axe with a cold glow in his hand. He glanced at the battlefield on the wall, randomly selected a guard who gritted his teeth and fought desperately, and raised the warrior axe and strode towards him.

The damage of the half-blood warrior axe was amazing, and the guard was only wearing a half-body leather armor, which could not resist the attack of the warrior axe at all. The axe blade easily split the guard's leather armor and deeply embedded in his body.

In an instant, blood splattered, and the bright red organs rushed out like a flood that broke the dam, flowing continuously along the wound.

The severely injured guard was terrified. He subconsciously loosened the short spear in his hand and quickly covered the terrible wound in his abdomen with both hands, trying to stuff the intestines and internal organs that had flowed out of his body back into his stomach.

However, everything was in vain. After just a few seconds, his body shook a few times, and finally fell backwards like a felled tree, and fell heavily off the wall.

As more and more robbers appeared on the wall, the guards' resistance became more and more difficult. Finally, under the leadership of two elite robbers, the figures of more than a dozen guards slowly disappeared on the wall...