Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

Although the number of slave soldiers was more than 100 people than that of the herdsmen, these slave soldiers had just finished a long-distance raid. Even after a rest, their bodies were not fully recovered and their physical strength was seriously overdrawn.

In addition, the barrier-like chariot formation in front of them greatly hindered their offensive pace.

On the other hand, after a period of recuperation, the herdsmen's originally thin bodies have become strong now, and they are no longer as skinny as before. Good nutritional supplements have gradually restored their vitality.

At this time, they are slowly gaining the upper hand with their gradually strengthened bodies.

One slave soldier after another was stabbed and chopped off the carriage by them, and blood splattered with screams. As the enemies fell one by one, the confidence of the herdsmen became higher and higher.

They became more and more courageous in the battle, and their attacks became more and more fierce. Some of the fighting skills that Batu had taught them before also became clear in their minds, their movements became more skilled, and their cooperation became more tacit.

"Go to hell!"

Accompanied by the roar, several herdsmen opened their eyes wide, clenched their teeth, tightened their arm muscles, and bulged their veins. They used all their strength to stab the short spears in their hands.

In an instant, the sharp spear heads rushed forward and deeply pierced into the bodies of several slave soldiers in front of them.

With a few muffled "puffs", the pierced slaves suddenly widened their eyes, showing incredible expressions on their faces, and then slowly fell to the ground, without a breath.

Looking at the lifeless corpses in front of them, the herdsmen suddenly had an indescribable enlightenment in their hearts.

Originally thought that killing would be a difficult thing, full of fear and guilt, but now that they really did it, they found it was so easy.

"It turns out that killing is so simple!"

A herdsman muttered to himself, his voice trembling slightly, as if he still couldn't believe this fact.

Another shepherd clenched the bloody short spear in his hand, revealing a hint of excitement in his eyes: "It turns out that I can also control other people's lives!"

Another person licked his lips, feeling the bloody taste, and whispered: "I can harvest a life just by waving my hand casually."

This feeling of being able to control the life and death of others is like an irresistible temptation, which makes the shepherds intoxicated.

Their faces gradually became more fierce and twisted, as if the demons hidden deep in their hearts for a long time were completely released, and the movements of their hands became faster and faster, more and more cruel and ruthless.

"Puchi..."

A short spear pierced into the chest of a slave soldier fiercely.

"Puchi..."

The sharp knife drew an arc in the air, bringing a string of blood flowers.

"Kacha..." The battle axe chopped down hard, directly cutting an enemy in half.

For a time, screams and shouts shook the sky, and carriages became the stage for this bloody killing.

In this crazy slaughter, fresh lives were extinguished like candle flames.

The faces that were full of life turned pale and stiff in an instant, and the warm blood kept flowing down the carriage to the ground and gathered into a stream, and the air was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood.

However, for the herdsmen who had fallen into a state of madness, all this was no longer important. They only knew that as long as they kept waving their weapons, they could take more lives.

Finally, the slave soldiers who were originally fearless of death completely collapsed. They seemed to have lost their previous courage, and threw away the shabby weapons in their hands like crazy, and jumped off the carriage desperately.

Accompanied by screams of extreme fear, these slave soldiers fled like headless flies.

However, what awaited them was not a way to survive, but the dense rain of arrows from their own camp behind.

The Kuyel people looked at these slave soldiers who escaped back indifferently, without a trace of pity in their eyes.

They raised their strong bows, and as the bowstrings vibrated, sharp arrows whizzed out and shot at the poor slave soldiers.

Only a series of dull sounds were heard, and the arrows instantly penetrated the bodies of the slave soldiers, nailing them to the spot.

Witnessing this tragic scene, the slave soldiers who had not yet joined the battle and were still on standby were suddenly frightened.

They stared with wide eyes, full of fear and despair, and their bodies trembled violently involuntarily, and even standing became very difficult.

"These grassland barbarians are so cruel!"

A robber couldn't help but take a breath and muttered to himself.

Others also shook their heads and sighed, feeling extremely shocked and horrified by the bloody scene before them.

Although they were enemies, the slave soldiers' fearless behavior was still recognized by the robbers.The bandits and the Vlandia soldiers recognized them.

Seeing these warriors not die in battle, but are shot by their own camp, they can't help but shake their heads and sigh.

After shooting all the fleeing slave soldiers, the Kuyers suddenly turned their horses and left.

"Win?"

A herdsman looked at the departing Kuyers and muttered in disbelief.

Seeing that the slave soldiers on standby also stood up at this moment, the herdsmen cheered as the Kuyers left.

"Win!!!"

"We won!!!"

"Hahaha, we beat them!!!"

The herdsmen cheered excitedly, tears of excitement flowed from their eyes, and they hugged their familiar companions to vent their inner emotions.

The corners of Hod's mouth rose slightly, and a barely perceptible smile appeared on his face, listening to the deafening cheers coming from his ears.

He slowly raised his head, his eyes passed over the surging crowd in front of him, and fell on the slave soldiers who were tightly behind the Kuyel people in the distance.

After a short silence, Hod's eyes became firm. He turned his head suddenly and ordered Ashilan behind him loudly: "Ashilan, take our rangers to avenge the dead brothers!"

Ashilan was stunned for a moment when he heard this sudden order, but soon understood the deep meaning. A trace of determination flashed across his rough face, and he nodded without hesitation: "Understood!"

Then he turned around quickly, raised the whip in his hand, and called out.

More than 20 rangers jumped on their war horses, the sound of horse hooves resounded through the sky, and they galloped towards the slave soldiers like a whirlwind.

At the same time, Hod took a big step and walked straight to the chariot formation composed of many carriages.

Seeing this, the herdsmen along the way stopped cheering and took the initiative to make way.

Hod boarded a carriage, turned around, and looked down at the excited crowd below.

He took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly: "You won! You successfully defeated the masters who once enslaved you! Today, here, you proved yourself with courage!"

Having said this, Hod paused for a moment. He saw that every face in the crowd was flushed with excitement, and the flame of revenge flashed in their eyes.

So he continued to roar: "But the battle is not over yet! Now is the time to let the enemy taste fear and despair! Ride your war horses, follow the footsteps of the rangers, catch up with the fleeing cowards, and kill them! Cut off their heads!"

"Go, let them tremble under your horses' hooves! Let them know that you are the real warriors!!"

Suddenly, the herdsmen shouted in response, mounted their horses, opened the carriage formation and ran away.