Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

A few days later, Hod led the army and finally arrived at the border of the Holy Roman Empire.

At this time, the rangers in charge of reconnaissance came to report the situation at full speed.

According to what they found out, the scale of the Kingdom Army that came to attack this time was not large, and its total strength was only nearly 10,000.

Not only that, most of these 10,000 people were soldiers who were temporarily recruited, and only a small part of them were truly elite sergeants and knights.

What is even more incredible is that I don’t know what the Kingdom Army general who commanded the battle was thinking in his mind, but he actually split the 10,000-man army into three forces and let them march straight into the heart of the Holy Roman Empire from three different directions at the same time.

Standing on a high hill, Hod looked far away and saw a winding team like a long dragon moving slowly forward in the wilderness in the distance.

This team was one of the Kingdom Army approaching here.

At the same time, the patrol scouts of the Kingdom Army also noticed the Imperial Army suddenly appearing on this high ground.

Seeing this, these scouts did not dare to neglect it, and hurriedly turned their horses and rushed back to their camp to report to their superiors.

Not long after, a knight in heavy armor separated from the long dragon-like team.

The knight rode a half-armored warhorse and galloped towards the direction where Hod was.

When he got close, the knight introduced himself as a messenger from the Kingdom Army.

However, unexpectedly, as soon as the messenger stood still, he put on an arrogant attitude and shouted at Hod: "You bold lowly people! How dare you wantonly attack the towns and fortresses belonging to my kingdom, and even attempt to establish a country?"

"If you know what's good for you, quickly put down your weapons and surrender. Maybe my king will be merciful and spare your life!"

His mouth kept opening and closing, and all kinds of scolding words poured out of his mouth.

Hod's face gradually showed an expression as if he was watching a fool's performance, while Orville, Monklon and others beside him looked at each other, and they could read the same confusion and surprise in each other's eyes.

Where did this fool come from!

Nott, who had been silent all this time, was also glaring at him now, his hand on the saber, trying to suppress his anger, restraining himself from impulsively pulling out the saber, and swinging it fiercely at the ignorant guy in front of him.

Hod looked expressionlessly at the knight who was still chattering, and slowly said, "Are you done?"

Hearing this, the knight who was talking excitedly suddenly froze, nodded subconsciously and replied, "Well, it's over."

Hod's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a sneer, and then turned his back to the knight and gave Nott a gesture.

Nott, who had been waiting for orders on the side, saw the signal given by Hod, and did not hesitate to draw the saber at his waist and swing it down fiercely.

In an instant, a cold light flashed, and there was only a muffled sound of "puff". The knight's head, which had not yet reacted, rolled directly to the ground. The headless body staggered forward a few steps under the action of inertia before it fell down.

At the same time, a stream of scarlet blood gushed out from the broken neck, splashing everywhere, and the air was instantly filled with a strong smell of blood.

The expression on Orville's face, who witnessed this bloody scene, did not fluctuate much.

He just glanced at the lifeless corpse on the ground, then stepped forward and said disdainfully: "The noble knights of the Kingdom Army have really been high and mighty for too long."

"It's time to let them come down from their positions..." Monklon echoed beside him.

Hod sneered. They have already become independent, and the Kingdom Army is still trying to persuade them to surrender. Isn't this giving away lives for nothing?

He raised his head, glanced at the sky, turned around and said: "Ovel, Alder, order the soldiers to line up to fight."

After that, he looked at Monkron and nodded, saying: "Notify Batu, Ashlan is ready to take action."

The sound of armor colliding was heard, resounding through the sky, Monkron and other generals saluted respectfully, and shouted in unison: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

Hod looked at Orville, Alder and others quickly rushed down the high ground, and looked at their backs as they went away, and his heart couldn't help but ripple slightly.

In this battle, he only led a mere 500 soldiers to face more than 3,000 aggressive Kingdom troops.

Although he was full of confidence in his Vlandia soldiers on weekdays, at this moment in such a tense situation where the enemy was outnumbered,Under the pressure, a layer of fine beads of sweat still oozed out of his palms involuntarily.

If this battle can really defeat the huge kingdom army in front of him in one fell swoop, then it will be followed by a huge amount of valuable combat experience.

And these experiences are enough to enable every soldier who participated in the battle to successfully advance to a higher level.

Once the advancement is successfully completed, he will have enough confidence to rely on his many elite troops who have reached the fourth level to easily defeat the other two equally powerful kingdom armies.

As long as the total number of 10,000 kingdom troops can be successfully annihilated, the entire Kingdom of Estera will be like losing its backbone, and will no longer be able to organize an effective resistance force to resist the fierce attack from the empire.

At that time, it only needs to expel the Kuyel people entrenched in the eastern border area, and the entire Kingdom of Estera will be included in the territory of the Holy Roman Empire.

Standing on the high ground, Hod looked far away and could clearly see the mighty kingdom army in the distance marching towards him in a scattered pace.

At the same time, the Vlandian soldiers on the high ground had already taken action and began to line up to meet the enemy.

Two hundred crossbowmen quickly assembled into a tight square, divided into four rows.

Each of these crossbowmen was focused, holding various deadly crossbows in their hands, with sharp arrows pointing obliquely to the sky, waiting for an order to shoot dense rain of arrows.

About ten meters in front of the square of these two hundred crossbowmen, eighty burly and well-equipped Vlandian infantrymen were standing steadily.

Each of them held a shield, their bodies tightly attached to each other, and firmly guarded in front of the crossbowmen.

Behind the infantry square was a team of another eighty spearmen.

Under the leadership of Alder, they all held high-pointed spears, and the spearheads flashed with cold light, which made people shudder.

At this time, they were on full alert and kept a high level of vigilance. As long as the enemy cavalry dared to approach, they would not hesitate to raise their spears to resist the impact of the enemy cavalry.

In addition, there was an elite force of thirty chivalrous cavalry standing quietly on the left side of the entire army.

Each of them had a resolute and cold face, revealing a calmness of long-time battlefield experience. The war horses under their crotch raised their front hooves from time to time, turning restlessly, and breathing heavily from their noses, as if they also felt the tense atmosphere of the upcoming fierce battle.