Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

Chapter 210

"Boom..."

Accompanied by this deafening roar, the wall of the stronghold collapsed instantly, and dust flew all over the sky, covering the sun, as if the end of the world had come.

At this moment, two red-tasseled armored riders holding scimitars slowly walked out of the huge gap.

Following the two red-tasseled armored riders, tribal warriors holding short spears and scimitars surged in like a tide, their faces were hideous, their eyes flashed with crazy murderous intent, and they kept shouting.

"Nott, protect your head!"

"Others, follow me and kill them!!!"

Without any instructions from Hod, the battle-hardened fifth-level robber leaders such as Monkron and Kuhn drew out their own melee weapons without hesitation, roared in unison, and rushed towards the enemy.

In an instant, the entire battlefield fell into chaos, shouts and screams continued to sound, and a more tragic hand-to-hand combat began.

"Kill!"

A burly robber leader opened his eyes wide and roared, then swung the heavy imperial sword in his hand and chopped it forward fiercely.

"Go to hell!!!"

Seeing this, the other robbers also raised their battle axes and heavy swords and chopped at the tribal warriors frantically.

For a moment, the swords and shadows were intertwined, and the bloody air filled the air.

Several tribal warriors who had just emerged from the smoke and dust did not even have time to react before they saw several powerful mixed-blood warrior axes chopped down on their heads.

Some people were terrified and screamed.

Some people quickly dodged with their agility.

Others were not afraid at all, and mustered up the courage to raise their weapons and try to block.

However, the two red-tasseled armored cavalrymen, relying on their double-layer heavy armor, were covered tightly from head to toe. They rushed forward fiercely, holding their scimitars high, and charged into the crowd.

One of the red-tasseled armored cavalrymen holding a scimitar firmly held a battle axe that was coming towards him in his left hand. The powerful impact made his arm tremble slightly, but he had no intention of retreating.

Then, he swung his knife with his right hand, and the sharp blade made a sound of breaking through the air, instantly forcing the robber holding the battle axe to retreat.

Then, he swiftly dodged a heavy sword that was whistling towards his head. Taking advantage of this gap, he pushed his feet hard, and the whole person rushed up like an arrow from a string, and crashed straight into the crowd of robbers.

In an instant, the robber team that was originally quite orderly suddenly fell into chaos.

On the other side, with a muffled sound of "Puchi...", Monkron chopped down diagonally with a crescent axe in his hand, and with a terrifying power of 30 points, he easily cut off half of the body of a tribal warrior in front of him.

Blood splattered everywhere, it was horrible to watch, accompanied by a shrill scream, the poor tribal warrior instantly lost his life, and his body with half of his body missing fell to the ground.

Seeing the miserable end of their companion, several tribal warriors nearby were shocked.

But just a moment later, they came to their senses, a trace of cruelty flashed in their eyes, and they immediately rushed forward, holding various weapons and killing Monkron.

"Kill!!"

Seeing this, the robbers beside Monkron roared and rushed forward with ferocious faces.

The two sides fought together in an instant, blood splattered, shouting and cursing continuously.

I saw a burly, muscular tribal warrior staring fiercely in the direction of Hod.

When he found that there were few people here, he was overjoyed and roared. Then, he took a step with his strong legs and ran forward madly.

Nott, who was guarding beside Hod, saw this and was furious. He said angrily: "Little bastard, you are looking for death!"

After that, he raised the crescent axe in his hand high and rushed towards the tribal warrior.

In the blink of an eye, Nott had rushed to the front. He raised the crescent axe in his hand and smashed it towards the face of the tribal warrior with a sharp whistle.

There was only a muffled "bang" sound, and the crescent axe hit the opponent's face firmly.

The tribal warrior didn't even scream, and his face collapsed at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming a bloody mess.

Then, his body fell to the ground with a "thump" like a cut wooden stake, raising a cloud of dust.

However, the bloody killing did not end there.

Just when Nott had just dealt with this tribal warrior, another equally fierce tribal warrior rushed forward.

Behind him, on both sides, there were actually two other tribal warriors who avoided the core area of ​​the fierce fighting. Their murderous eyeseyes, now looking straight at Horde.

At this time, the tribal warrior who rushed over first was stopped by a robber leader, and the two sides fought in a group, and the other two tribal warriors were already killing at this moment.

Facing the sudden threat in front of him, Nott had no time to think carefully. Almost out of instinct, he swung the crescent axe in his hand and chopped hard at the two tribal warriors who were chasing him from behind.

In an instant, a crescent-shaped cold light flashed quickly, and the sharp axe blade cut into the arm of one of the tribal warriors.

With a "puff", the thick arm fell, and blood spurted out like a spring, splashing the surrounding blood red.

The warm blood column sprayed exactly on the face of another tribal warrior next to him, which made him slightly stunned, and his movements also paused for a short time.

Seeing this, Nott continued to move forward, strode forward, and swept the crescent axe across, splitting it into two parts.

"Ah..."

Suddenly, a shrill scream broke through the sky and came from the side.

This sudden scream startled everyone present, and Nott, who was fighting bravely, subconsciously turned his head to watch.

I saw a red tassel armored cavalry rushing into the Vlandian soldiers at some point, waving a scimitar in his hand. In the blink of an eye, two Vlandian light infantrymen fell in a pool of blood. They died before they could even make any effective resistance.

The rest of the light infantrymen were horrified when they saw this, but they did not retreat. Instead, they raised the crude zither-shaped shields in their hands, gritted their teeth, and resisted the violent attack of the red tassel armored cavalry, preventing him from breaking through the defense line and rushing into the crowd of recruited crossbowmen.

However, despite the extraordinary bravery and tenacity of these light infantrymen, their defense line was still shaky in the face of such a fierce enemy, as if it would collapse at any time.

And dozens of conscripted crossbowmen under the protection of the Valandian light infantry, led by Orville, quickly drew their short swords for protection and prepared to join the resistance.

They had firm eyes and a resolute look, and were obviously ready to fight the enemy to the death.

However, at this moment, a deafening cheer suddenly broke out from the direction of the gap.

It was two white-tasseled cavalrymen wearing heavy armor and with white tassels on their helmets who led the follow-up support troops to arrive.

The appearance of this fresh force immediately boosted the morale of the Kuyer soldiers who had entered the stronghold.