Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

The crossbow arrows shot out instantly, passing over the heads of the light infantry, spearmen and robbers in front at an astonishing speed, and flew straight into the rolling smoke and dust.

In an instant, miserable cries came one after another, but the sound was fleeting and soon completely covered by the thundering sound of horse hooves.

[Valandian crossbowmen killed the warriors of the Kuyel tribe]

[Valandian conscripted crossbowmen killed the nomads of the Kuyel tribe]

[Valandian crossbowmen killed the armored cavalry of the Kuyel tribe]

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Except for Hod, no one knew how much casualties and losses this shooting had brought to the enemy, and even the crossbowmen who fired the crossbow arrows themselves had no time to distract themselves and take care of these at the moment.

I saw that every crossbowman tried his best to draw the bowstring and hurriedly loaded the crossbow arrows.

Suddenly, with a deafening roar from Orville: "Fire!!!"

Dozens of crossbow arrows flew out of the bowstring at the same time, like a group of angry wasps, with a buzzing sound, and shot towards the smoke again.

Then, after finishing the shooting, the crossbowmen lowered their heads, pulled the bowstrings in a hurry, and quickly filled in new crossbow arrows, ready to receive the order for the next round of attack.

At this time, the enemy cavalry's counterattack finally arrived, and countless arrows flew towards the crossbowmen's position like a dark cloud covering the entire sky.

Faced with this sudden fierce rain of arrows, Orville, the captain of the crossbow team, was terrified. He widened his eyes, his face turned pale, and he shouted desperately: "Raise the shield! Raise the shield!!!"

Fortunately, the Valandian light infantry did not put down their shields, and raised them high at the first time to cover the whole body of the crossbowmen.

"Duoduo... Duoduo..."

The dull and dense muffled sound continued to come, and the Valandian light infantrymen clenched their teeth tightly. Their faces became extremely pale due to excessive force, and veins on their foreheads bulged.

However, even so, they still held their shields tightly and did not dare to relax for a moment.

At this time of extreme tension, a low horn sounded suddenly: "Woo..."

With this sound, the huge figure of the enemy finally appeared in front of everyone. At a glance, the number of enemies was at least 400.

Not only that, behind these enemy cavalry, there were nearly a thousand crazy slave soldiers holding up various weapons, shouting all kinds of things, and rushing towards this side aggressively.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the enemy cavalry running in the front had rushed to a place less than 50 steps away from the chariot formation.

"Throw!"

At the critical moment, Monkron, who had been gloomy, suddenly burst into a roar.

His eyes were bloodshot and his face was distorted. As he spoke, he quickly took out three javelins from behind and threw them at the surging enemy cavalry with all his strength.

At the same time, the other robbers also showed ferocious expressions, and threw the javelins on their backs one by one without hesitation.

For a moment, countless javelins were flying densely in the sky, rushing towards the enemy cavalry camp.

Unfortunately, although these javelins fell into the enemy cavalry and successfully caused some casualties, for the large number of enemy cavalry and the fierce enemy cavalry army, this loss was simply insignificant.

"Bang..."

With a dull loud noise, several enemy cavalry who rushed to the front finally arrived in front of the chariot formation.

A tribal warrior controlled the warhorse under his crotch and crashed directly into the carriage, trying to open a gap. However, the huge impact force caused the tribal warrior on the horse's back to be thrown high up in an instant, and then fell heavily into the carriage formation.

The tribal warrior reacted very quickly. He jumped up from the ground quickly, shook his head a few times, reached out to grasp the handle of the scimitar at his waist, and pulled it out suddenly. The scimitar was immediately unsheathed.

His eyes were wide open, and he let out a low roar, as if he had turned into a ferocious beast. He rushed towards the robbers in the front row alone without fear.

The robbers would naturally not sit and wait for death, not to mention that there was only one enemy. There was only a sound of "Puchi..." A sharp blade pierced the flesh, and four or five sharp spears stabbed into the chest of the tribal warrior almost at the same time.

The sudden heavy blow stopped the tribal warrior's steps, and blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain.

But the tribal warrior still endured the severe pain and tried to struggle to move forward.

However, he was too seriously injured to recover and finally fell in a pool of blood.

[The robber leader killed the Kuyel tribal warrior]

At this time, more enemy cavalry arrived in front of the chariot formation.

These enemiesThe cavalry did not retreat because of their companions' experience. They dismounted decisively, raised their short weapons high, climbed over the carriages and rushed into the chariot formation.

Facing the fierce enemy, the robbers were also fearless. Without the leader Hod's order, they picked up their heavy swords and sabers and bravely rushed to meet the enemy cavalry.

In an instant, the sound of metal clashing was endless, and the shouts and screams were intertwined and resounded through the sky.

Although the number of enemy cavalry rushing into the chariot formation was not too large, only thirty or forty people, each of them was fearless.

Even facing the well-equipped and heavily armored robbers, these enemy cavalry did not show the slightest fear.

On the contrary, they roared wildly, waving their weapons, and engaged in close combat with the robbers.

Especially the seven or eight armored cavalrymen who rushed into the chariot formation. They were all wearing heavy armor, holding flails, iron bars, and battle axes, and rushed towards several robber leaders with great momentum.

Standing in the back, Hood looked at the battlefield in front of him, and he slowly raised his hand expressionlessly and ordered: "Let the Vlandian spearmen and recruits press forward."

"Yes!"

Nott, who was standing next to Hood, responded immediately, and then he grabbed a robber leader next to him and ordered him to convey the order to Alder (the captain of the spearmen).

The robber leader did not neglect it at all, nodded quickly, and stepped forward to pass on the message.

Not long after, a uniform sound of footsteps suddenly sounded. It was Alder with nine Vlandian spearmen and thirty Vlandian recruits lined up in a tight queue, step by step steadily pressing towards the battlefield in front where fierce fighting was taking place.