Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

In the wilderness.

"Swoosh..."

There were a few sharp and piercing sounds of breaking through the air, and several arrows flew past Ashilan's body at an astonishing speed like lightning.

Ashilan's eyes fixed, and he saw the arrows with their tails still trembling on the ground in front of him. His heart trembled suddenly, and a chill instantly surged from his spine.

He knew the situation was critical, and he waved his whip without hesitation, whipping the mule under his crotch, shouting loudly, urging it to run faster.

"Ashilan, it's bad, they are catching up!"

At this time, a bandit in the team galloped while looking back. When he saw the riders who were tightly hanging behind him, his face changed drastically, and he shouted loudly at the top of his lungs.

"Don't worry about them! We must rush back to the manor as soon as possible and inform the leader of the news!!!" Ashilan responded with the same roar.

As he spoke, he turned his head and his eyes fell on the riders behind him.

Seeing them pull the short bows in their hands again, the bowstrings were tight, and the arrows were pointed directly at his group, Ashilan's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat. He immediately opened his throat and roared: "Get down!!! Everyone, get down quickly!!!"

Hearing his reminder, the other four bandits were startled, and they all leaned down and pressed their whole bodies tightly against the horse's back, trying to avoid the rain of arrows from behind.

"Swoosh, swoosh..."

The dense arrows shot towards them like locusts passing through.

Although the bandits reacted quickly and dodged desperately, a sharp arrow still hit one of them.

With a dull hum, Ashilan's heart tightened and he turned his head to look.

A bandit named Latuna was pale and had a painful expression on his face.

"Latuna, how is it? Is he seriously injured?" Ashilan asked anxiously.

"Unlucky, I was bitten..." The bandit with an arrow in his back gritted his teeth and replied.

"Ashilan, we can't go on like this, we can't outrun them at all!"

At this moment, a bandit with a face full of resentment, while nervously watching the riders approaching from behind, shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Ashilan, go back and report the situation here to the leader, I'll stop these guys!"

Before he finished speaking, the already injured bandit gritted his teeth, and without hesitation, he took the lead in drawing out the short sawtooth spear hanging from his waist, then quickly turned his horse's head and rushed towards the riders who were chasing like wolves and tigers without hesitation.

The other three bandits looked at each other and nodded in tacit agreement.

Then, they also drew out their weapons, without any hesitation or retreat, and followed the injured companion in front of them to kill the riders who were chasing them.

Aslan watched everything happening in front of him, and felt that his eyes were about to spit fire and his canthus was about to break, but he knew very well that the most urgent task at this moment was to pass on the urgent military information here as soon as possible so that the leader could make a response plan early.

Although his heart was full of resentment and unwillingness, he still suppressed his grief, retracted his gaze with hatred, and squeezed his legs tightly, while raising the whip in his hand and whipping the mule horse under him frantically, shouting and urging it to speed up and gallop away.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from behind him.

Hearing the sound, Asilan looked back subconsciously, and saw that a bandit's chest was unfortunately hit by a sharp arrow flying at him. He lost his balance instantly and fell heavily from the swaying donkey's back.

Looking at the bandits who rushed over without knowing their own strength, the chasing riders showed contempt on their faces, and then abandoned their short bows, took out their melee weapons, and rushed forward with curses.

"Kill!"

Accompanied by a roar, the bandit named Latuna was furious, and his big copper bell eyes were full of anger.

He raised the short sawtooth spear in his hand high, like an angry lion, and stabbed at a rider who was rushing towards him with a thunderous force.

The rider on the opposite side was wearing a leather armor, his eyes were also round, and his face looked extremely fierce. At the same time, the mane fluttered in the wind while the war horse under his crotch galloped.

The two sides quickly approached each other and exchanged blows in an instant.

"Bang..."

The serrated short spear was blocked by the small round shield hanging on the rider's left arm and went out diagonally.

However, Latuna took advantage of the situation to relieve the force, twisted his waist, grabbed the end of the short spear, and stabbed it diagonally from top to bottom.into the rider's shoulder.

After stabbing the rider off his horse, Latuna rode a dozen steps and another rider came towards him, stabbing him with a short spear in his hand.

Latuna had no time to react, and his body suddenly fell down, sticking to the back of the mule and horse, and narrowly dodged it.

But the next second, when the two sides crossed their horses, a whistling sound came.

It was the rider's short spear that hit him. Latuna subconsciously bent his body and leaned sideways, and stabbed out with the sawtooth short spear in his hand without even looking.

The touch from the palm of his hand made Latuna know what he had stabbed, but he didn't know where he had stabbed. Anyway, the moment the touch came, he let go of his hand, and when he stood up again, he had already changed his hand to a one-handed light stick.

The cavalry melee charge said that they had to advance in formation, but that referred to a large-scale cavalry charge. For a cavalry charge like theirs with only a dozen people, it relied on the fighting skills of both sides on horseback and a spirit of bravery.

After passing two riders, Latuna met the third rider.

However, after seeing this rider, Latuna's expression froze. He saw that this rider was holding a short bow in his hand, which was fully drawn and aimed at him.

"It's over..."

The last thought in his mind flashed away, and then a cold light came. Latuna felt that his eyes suddenly lit up, and then his expression froze instantly, his body trembled involuntarily, and the whole person fell straight to the ground as if he had lost his support.

At the same time, the other two bandits also quickly found their opponents. They widened their eyes, roared, waved their weapons, and rushed towards the enemy without hesitation like a mad beast.

"Kill!"

"Go to hell!"

The two sides collided in an instant, the horses neighed, blood splattered, and the originally peaceful wasteland suddenly fell into chaos and blood.