Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

"Buzz..."

Compared with the shortbow with a range of only a few dozen steps and weak penetration, the iron-clad hard crossbow in the hands of the guards crossbowmen made a deeper and more powerful sound when firing.

More than 20 crossbow arrows passed over the heads of the mercenaries like a flash of lightning and instantly chopped off the wooden fortress wall.

In an instant, several shrill screams resounded around, and then two or three tattered robbers fell from the fortress wall.

Under this round of attack by the guards crossbowmen, the robbers on the fortress wall no longer dared to shoot at the crowd below recklessly, and they all squatted down and tried to hide themselves.

"A group of cowardly guys, stand up immediately and fight back! Fight back!"

A small bandit leader wearing a damaged chain mail waved a spiked stick and shouted hoarsely.

In his loud roar, some braver robbers slowly stood up as if they had just woken up from a dream, and tremblingly raised the shortbow in their hands to continue shooting.

The bandits who were frightened by the crossbows were kicked aside viciously by the little leader holding the spiked stick.

"Quick, charge up!"

"Where's the wooden ladder? Set it up quickly."

While the bandits were still not able to react, the mercenaries under the fortress wall immediately carried the heavy wooden ladder and rushed towards the wooden fortress again in a panic.

"Shoot! Shoot!"

Seeing that the mercenaries were about to rush to the bottom of the wooden fortress, the bandit leader was immediately anxious and gave orders to the bandits on the fortress wall.

"Swoosh..."

"Swoosh..."

Sparse arrows shot down from the top of their heads, but this time the bandits' attack could no longer stop the mercenaries from approaching.

With the lessons learned from the last time, the mercenaries responded quickly, and soon dozens of people held up shields and closely protected those who were carrying the wooden ladders.

Under the horrified and angry eyes of the bandit leader, a wooden ladder was steadily placed on the fortress wall.

"Quick, quick, push the wooden ladder down!"

"If they rush up, we will all die!"

With the shout of a bandit, two bandits immediately ran quickly towards the wooden ladder with wooden shields and pointed wooden spears.

One of the bandits raised his shield to block the guards' crossbowmen's attack again, while the other was responsible for pushing the wooden ladder.

However, just as the second bandit stretched out his arm to push the wooden ladder, a sharp axe suddenly fell from the sky and chopped directly at his arm.

"Puchi..." accompanied by a burst of blood gushing out, the unfortunate bandit let out a miserable cry, hugged his severed palm tightly, and kept retreating.

"Ha, you bastards, your Grandpa Orwell is here..." At this time, a tall figure appeared on the top of the castle wall, holding a bloody axe in his hand and laughing loudly.

"Kill him!" After witnessing this scene, the bandit leader not far away immediately waved the thorny stick in his hand and rushed towards the mercenary angrily.

Hearing the roar of the leader, the other bandits also held pointed wooden spears and killed the mercenary named Orwell.

"Come on, the heads of all of you guys will become my silver deer!" Orwell roared, his eyes flashing with excitement and greed. He raised the battle axe in his hand, jumped up, and jumped onto the wall of the wooden castle.

A robber holding a wooden spear rushed towards Orwell quickly. However, before he could thrust out the pointed wooden spear in his hand, he heard a "swish" sound, and the sharp axe had mercilessly cut through his chest and abdomen. In an instant, the internal organs mixed with blood fell out of his stomach.

"Ah~"

A miserable cry came out of the robber's mouth immediately, but just in the next second, the sound suddenly stopped.

It was Orwell who swung the battle axe again and chopped the robber's chest fiercely.

Seeing this, the little leader of the robbers suddenly widened his eyes and was so angry that he almost spit out fire.

He raised the sharp thorn stick in his hand and smashed it towards Orwell with force. At the same time, the two robbers holding wooden spears also thrust out their weapons at the same time.

Orwell was startled by the sudden attack, and the joy of harvesting two silver deer disappeared instantly.

He hurriedly retreated, trying to avoid the robbers' attack, but at this moment, two more robbers appeared behind him, blocking his retreat.

"It's over!"

A thought flashed through Orwell's mind, and then he was hit on the head by the spiked stick. His body suddenly stiffened, and the next second, blood slowly flowed from his head...

From the time Orwell climbed the fort wall to the time he was killed by the robber leader, only a dozen seconds had passed, and during this time, a series of wooden ladders had been set up.

The mercenaries climbed up with excitement.Climb, everyone wants to kill more bandits in exchange for silver deer.

"Head..."

Nott licked his lips, looking at the mercenaries climbing up the wooden ladder, his eyes full of eagerness.

Not only him, but also Paul and Jules' eyes were red at this moment, and they wanted to climb up the wall and fight with those bandits immediately.

Hod tightly grasped the dagger in his hand, and through the gap in the shield, he nervously observed the situation on the wall.

He witnessed how the first mercenary on the wall was bravely fighting with the bandits on the wall, and how the mercenary was beaten on the head by the spiked stick because he could not resist the siege of the bandits.

Although the mercenary showed a brave fighting ability, he was alone on the wall after all, facing a large number of bandits. Even if he was powerful, it would be difficult to resist the attack of bandits who were several times his number.

"Don't worry, wait patiently, and wait until the other mercenaries have climbed the fort wall before we act."

Hod murmured in a low voice, as if he was responding to Nott and trying to persuade himself to stay calm.

As time went on, more and more mercenaries and bounty hunters successfully climbed the fort wall and engaged in fierce close combat with the robbers.

Roars, screams, and the sound of metal collisions echoed on the fort wall.

At this moment, Hod suddenly realized a problem: "Something is wrong, where is the leader of these robbers?"

He carefully observed the battle scene on the fort wall, and a trace of doubt rose in his heart.

According to the intelligence, the leader of this group of robbers should be a wandering knight, but so far, they have not found his figure on the fort wall...

This made Hod feel a little uneasy. He carefully observed the fort wall, and suddenly he found something surprising.

These robbers on the fort wall were all wearing tattered linen clothes, short sleeves, and the weapons in their hands were all wooden spears.

Hod thought of a possibility in his mind, and his pupils shrank rapidly...