Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

It was not until the sunset that the afterglow dyed the entire sky orange-red, and the fire in Magar Village was finally under control.

However, the thatched houses that were engulfed by the flames had already turned to ashes and could not be restored to their original state.

The bodies lying in the village were carried out one by one by the Vlandia soldiers.

As for the bodies of the bandits, they were simply and roughly piled together and burned cleanly.

The bodies of the villagers were placed one by one on the open land by the soldiers.

According to statistics, the village of Magar, which originally had a population of 70 to 80, now has only 32 villagers who survived.

Night fell quietly, and the dark sky covered the earth.

Considering that it was late at night and it was inconvenient and dangerous to continue marching, Hod ordered the army to set up camp outside Magar Village.

With a crackling sound, piles of bright bonfires were lit by the soldiers, illuminating the surrounding darkness.

Next to one of the bonfires, the villagers who survived the disaster held the rough wooden bowls in their hands and silently sipped the steaming hot broth brought to them by the soldiers.

As each mouthful of hot soup slid into their throats, their panic and anxiety seemed to gradually subside.

In a spacious military tent, a middle-aged man followed Nott and walked in slowly.

The middle-aged man was wearing tattered clothes, and his face was full of sadness and pain that could not be concealed.

"Boss, this guy said he is the village chief of Magal Village and said he has something to ask you." Nott stepped aside, revealing the figure of the middle-aged man, and said.

"Are you the village chief of Magal Village?"

Hearing this, Hood, who was sitting in the middle of the tent, raised his head and looked at the haggard man and asked.

"Yes, sir." The middle-aged man bowed and saluted.

"What do you want to talk to me about?" Hod asked curiously.

The middle-aged man with a sad face carefully glanced at the double-headed eagle flag behind Hod with the corner of his eyes, and doubts arose in his heart.

He hesitated for a moment, then bent down deeply and said respectfully: "Respected sir, I came here just to express my gratitude to you in person."

"If your troops had not appeared in time, I'm afraid we would have died under the knives of those bandits!"

Hod smiled, stared at the middle-aged man in front of him, and asked softly: "Oh? So that's the case, but I'm curious, doesn't Magar Village have any garrisoned militia?"

"Under normal circumstances, villages without lords will have a certain number of armed forces to ensure the safety of the villagers. Where are the garrisoned militia in your village?"

Hearing this question, the middle-aged man's originally tense face collapsed instantly , as if all his strength had been drained away, he sighed helplessly and explained slowly: "Alas... Your Excellency doesn't know, this is what happened."

"More than two months ago, the garrison militia in our village received an urgent call-up order from Lord Marquis Angana."

"After receiving the order, they left the village and joined the army led by Lord Marquis Angana, heading to the eastern border to resist the invading Kuyel people."

"So now there is no armed force in the village that can resist foreign invasion."

"So that's it..." Hod nodded slightly, indicating that he understood the reason, but then he said nothing and stared at the middle-aged man quietly.

He didn't believe that the village chief of Magal Village came to him in the middle of the night, and it was definitely impossible that he just wanted to say a few words of thanks.

Time passed by minute by minute, and there was silence all around, with only the night wind blowing gently through the tent and making a rustling sound.

In this depressing atmosphere, the middle-aged man felt a layer of fine beads of sweat on his forehead, and his heartbeat accelerated involuntarily. He knew very well that this seemingly amiable adult was not one of those nobles who were easily deceived.

As expected, when he saw that Hood was still staring at him but never spoke, the middle-aged man who could not bear this huge psychological pressure finally couldn't hold back his temper and gritted his teeth to tell the truth.

"Sir! I want to ask you to bless our Magal Village!" The middle-aged man pleaded earnestly, his eyes full of hope and helplessness.

Seeing that the middle-aged man finally told the truth, Hood's mouth corners slightly raised, and a barely noticeable smile appeared.

Then, he nodded without hesitation and replied: "Okay, I will bless your village."

"Hmm?"

The middle-aged man who had already given up hopeHe suddenly raised his head and looked at Hod in astonishment, as if he couldn't believe the answer he had just heard.

He widened his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, not knowing how to react for a moment.

Hod took in the middle-aged man's bewildered look and couldn't help but secretly laugh in his heart.

In fact, he had planned to use tough measures to control Magal Village this time.

However, what he didn't expect was that the village chief of Magal Village would take the initiative to ask him for asylum.

"Don't worry! I will allocate some soldiers to be stationed in Magal Village."

"But... from now on, this double-headed eagle flag symbolizing the Holy Roman Empire, I hope it can fly over your village!"

As he said, Hod turned around and pointed to the double-headed eagle flag behind him, speaking slowly and calmly but without doubt.

"Holy Roman Empire?"

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, his lips moved slightly, and he murmured the unfamiliar word in a low voice.

His slightly cloudy eyes looked at Hod in front of him, and for a moment he could not understand the deep meaning of the other party's words.

"That's right!"

Hod held his head high, his voice as loud as a bell, with an unquestionable majesty: "I am the founder of the Holy Roman Empire, and the well-deserved king of the Holy Roman Empire! The double-headed eagle flag is a symbol of the supremacy of the empire, and those brave soldiers only obey my orders. I am their only leader-Hod!"

As Hod spoke out this series of shocking titles, the middle-aged man's pupils suddenly shrank rapidly.

He stared at the king in front of him who suddenly became imposing, and a storm was set off in his heart.

When the middle-aged man came back to his senses from the shock, he realized his loss of composure just now.

He quickly adjusted his breathing and tried to calm his tone, but his trembling voice still betrayed his inner panic and anxiety.

"No, no, no... Sir, please don't misunderstand me... I just hope to get your protection so that our Magar Village can be protected from the war. I absolutely do not have the slightest intention of treason..." The middle-aged man explained anxiously while gesticulating in a hurry, with beads of sweat rolling down his forehead.