Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

In previous years, the highland sun at the end of June was scorching, baking this southern region.

But now it's only mid-May, and the temperature in Colun is just barely warming up. You don't need to wear a thick woolen sweater, but at night, the extreme temperature difference still makes people unwilling to leave the stove.

But no matter how unwilling he was to leave the warm house, Oloron, after receiving the message from his subordinate, had to shake off his mistress and slowly put on his leather armor and hang up his sword.

"Do you have to go so late? Can't you wait until dawn?" The mistress, who was being honest with each other and had a snow-white body, said with some dissatisfaction.

Probably anyone would be dissatisfied if they were stopped halfway through.

"What can I do if those damn northerners have attacked? And that damned Lion Hunter, isn't it good to stay in that remote backwater in the wilderness?" Oloron kept cursing, but then he laughed: "But fortunately it's them, so I can earn so much commission."

Oloron is the head of a mercenary group with five thousand brothers following him to make a living.

He usually works for some nobles or takes on tasks from caravans, and of course, he occasionally moonlights as a robber, looting small mountain villages and the like.

Therefore, despite his large number of people, his status is still low, even inferior to that of a knight, and he is hated by many nobles.

But he didn't expect that such a great pie would fall on his head.

Originally, he was being wanted by the nobles in the Western Territory for looting a village in the Western Territory. In order to avoid the limelight, he came to the Southern Territory, but he didn't expect that the Duke of the Southern Territory would summon him.

And he promised that as long as this war ended, he would not only receive a large amount of commission, but also be granted the title of Baron.

If he had to consider whether to join the struggle between the two dukes for the former, then the latter's reward directly filled his heart with greed.

"That Lion Hunter has a terribly loud reputation. I heard that the people he killed could fill a town." The curvaceous mistress said some rumors she had heard from the streets, with some fear on her face.

"Heh, just a kid. I did hear some of his deeds in the Western Territory." Oloron's face was full of disdain: "In front of my Red Viper, he has to kneel down and lick my big dick."

The reason why he was able to become the head of such a large mercenary group was all because of his profound and vicious, snake-like marksmanship. He even killed a giant in a one-on-one situation.

Therefore, he didn't have any fear of this Lion Hunter, not to mention that this person was also a mercenary in the Western Territory.

Most likely, he was just a lucky kid.

"Boss, that old guy has been urging for a long time." Just then, the mercenary wearing leather armor and a pointed helmet outside the door spoke again.

"When I come back, I'll let you lick first." The Red Viper smiled and grabbed a handful of breasts before turning away.

He took a few confidants towards the walls of Colun. After being hired by that Duke, he was sent to guard the west wall of Colun.

Colun is located on a plateau, surrounded by extremely vast fields. From the city walls, you can even see the distant Serro Lakeside, so the entire field of vision can be described as unobstructed.

Nowadays, on these fields, white tents emerge like mushrooms after rain, densely packed, with torches lit, stretching to the end of the line of sight.

"This damn weather is not suitable for fighting. You should stay in the house, play with women, and drink hot mare's milk."

A gust of cold wind struck, and Oloron couldn't help but shaking his body and immediately cursed.

"Oloron, don't forget our contract. Only by holding the city wall can you get everything we promised." A fair and peaceful voice came from behind. Oloron turned his head and saw that familiar face, and said with a smile: "So it's Lord Panto, what do you want me to do?"

"The other party has already arrived at the city. According to the officers' speculation, they may attack tomorrow, or maybe next time you pee." Panto was wearing a loose robe and dress, with no expression on his white and fat face: "So, what you should be doing now is to defend the city walls, not to play with that damn bitch!"

Originally, he was just a castle scholar, responsible for managing some affairs and teaching the descendants of the Iseli family. Now he is over half a hundred years old, his hair is all white, and he should not be so tired in the middle of the night, but now, as Damon took the senior officers away, he can only act as the temporary garrison commander of Colun.

After all, you can't count on Penny, a woman, and that little Duke who is only thirteen or fourteen years old.

"Lord Panto, you are too worried." Oloron was not angry, but said with a smile: "The walls of Colun are twenty-eight *ren* high. Unless the Northerners grow wings, it is impossible to get to the walls in a short time."

"Who knows." Panto was noncommittal.

He just looked worriedly at the outside of the city.

To be honest, no one expected this war to turn out like this.

At that time, facing the southward Northern Duke, they unanimously believed that even if the Southern Territory's troops might be slightly inferior, this gap would be smoothed out because of the geographical advantage.

The only ending for the other party was to leave a large number of corpses on this land, and then have to retreat back to their kennel in a mess.

But no one expected that the main force that had been deployed in Black Stone Fort was suddenly taken south by Damon, and this trip has not returned until now.

Colun, which had its soldiers transferred, only had the city guards and temporarily recruited mercenaries and conscripted militias left.

The nobles in Colun, regardless of the risk of being killed by Damon, denounced this dereliction of duty every day.

Some soldiers even felt that this resistance was meaningless, and disappeared the next day, until a dozen soldiers who had slipped away were skinned in front of everyone before this bad trend was severely suppressed.

Otherwise, they would probably surrender before the fight even started.

All of this was too absurd. It was clearly a war concerning their own lives, but Marshal Damon turned a blind eye.

To put it bluntly, it seemed that the little Duke inherited the title of Duke, but most of the nobles in the Northern Territory actually supported Damon, and this dissolute knight was the one who really had the power.

The other party now seemed to have completely forgotten these things.

Panto had also sent people and ravens to inquire, and the only message he received was to hold on, but there was no news of support or preparation to return.

So now, after the old Marquis of Crows in Black Stone Fort was defeated, Panto had to start thinking about how to defend Colun with the 10,000 city guards, 20,000 conscripted militias, and 10,000 privately hired mercenaries.

The final conclusion was that unless Damon returned to support, or a meteorite fell from the sky and hit the Northern Territory Legion, Colun could not be defended.

Therefore, what he is thinking about now is not defending Colun, but where he and Penny's faction should go after Colun falls.

Frankly speaking, he is just a scholar who is proficient in some political affairs, knowledge, and medicine, and is completely ignorant of military affairs.

Even the famous general, the old Marquis of Crows, could not defend Black Stone Fort. He did not think that Colun could be defended just because the city walls were half a *jie* higher.

"Oloron, the Duke of the Western Territory has already told me about what you did in the Western Territory through a letter." Panto looked at the head of the mercenary group, and decided to give him some eye drops, so that he would work harder in the upcoming defense of the city: "Therefore, you should know the consequences if you lose this war."

Oloron's face suddenly turned ugly, and the light in his eyes flickered.

...

When he stood on the hillside again, looking at the city of Colun in the distance with binoculars.

Li Wei couldn't help but feel very emotional.

It seemed like yesterday when he and a beast took Leia out of Colun, but now it has been almost a year.

He is no longer a lonely soldier, but a well-known Lion Hunter, the lord of High Cliff Castle, with nearly ten thousand people under his command and several thousand elite soldiers.

Above the city of Colun, several snowbirds of ice and snow warlock are circling back and forth, sometimes flying high or low, always maintaining a certain distance, so as not to be shot down by the other party's spellcasters or crossbows.

"Sir, do you think this city can be taken down?" Layton stood in the grass that had sprouted new buds, looking at the 28-*ren* high city walls of Colun, with a worried face.

As a native of the wilderness, he had not seen too many strong cities and deep pools. According to his idea, he originally thought that Black Stone Fort with 13-*ren* high walls was already a big city, but now he found that it was not the same thing at all.

If facing Black Stone Fort was just a feeling of being a frog at the bottom of a well, then facing Colun with 28-*ren* high walls, it was completely a feeling of being small and the world being vast.

Even from a very long distance, the huge aura still hits the face.

"We have to fight even if we can't take it down." Li Wei retracted his binoculars and looked at the team camp behind him.

There, countless accompanying artisans are assembling cloud ladders and siege vehicles overnight.

After the officers' calculations, even if carrying the siege equipment manufactured in Black Stone Fort would drag down the marching speed, it would be much faster than rebuilding it in Colun.

Therefore, it was unanimously decided to bring these siege equipment over, and they could be used after assembly and strengthening.

"Are our catapults and ballistae ready?" Then he asked.

"Sir, including Count Montvert's, we have a total of five catapults and twelve ballistae, and dozens of barrels of fire oil, which is enough to support a battle." Layton said.

Li Wei nodded.

When he discovered oil pine in the wilderness, he sent people to collect it and made it into fire oil.

Because the grease is too rich and easily flammable, this kind of oil pine is only available in the cold north, and there is almost none in Deber.

This thing is a bit worse than the alchemical creation of wildfire, so it is not a military forbidden item, and no one will criticize him for using it.

To be honest, no one expected this war to turn out like this. In the imagination, everyone had to go through a hard battle to take Colun, but the opposite was true. They could be said to be too smooth along the way.

The only loss was that half of the spellcasters were ambushed by Crows, and as for the thousands of soldiers who were bombed to death by wildfire, in the Northern Territory Legion of more than 200,000, it could only be said to be a small loss at most.

Facing the southward Northern Territory Legion, the southern White Bone Fortress suddenly ushered in a crisis, and Damon had to go south to help.

All of this, to be honest, has a feeling that their side is blessed by God. Even the lord couldn't help but mutter a few words of the Holy Light Goddess bless.

Because it was too coincidental, otherwise, according to normal development, they would probably still be fighting hard in Kalia Town, how could they have reached Colun now.

"I wonder how Tina is doing in High Cliff Castle without me, and if that little thing Bujib is making a fuss, and if the wheat has been harvested."

"Have those giants rebelled, and are the trolls seriously blacksmithing."

Being away from home for too long, the lord couldn't help but feel a trace of nostalgia, and there were too many things to worry about.

Unfortunately, High Cliff Castle is too far away, and the ravens have to fly for a week, and no ravens can fly back to High Cliff Castle from here.

The lord was determined that after this incident, he must get a few pieces of communication magic stone, and if he really misses home, he can also have a phone call with Tina.

...

On the second morning after the Northern Territory Legion completely stationed outside the city of Colun, countless prisoners of the Southern Territory were不安(惴惴不安: uneasy) driven to the open space.

They had nothing in their hands, wearing ragged cotton clothes, thinking whether it was because they had eaten too much these days, and the Northerners didn't want to raise them as rice bugs, and were going to pull them out for a collective beheading or serve as cannon fodder.

As a result, when they were nervous, the words that saved their lives were said from the mouth of that nobleman. They were incredulous, until the other party repeated it again, they were already overjoyed.

As for what must go south to the White Bone Fortress later, they didn't care at all.

Cis listened to all this in silence. After the old Marquis of Crows was executed by the other party, he became the chief general of this remnant army.

He had also angrily vented at the beginning, but no matter whether he hammered his hands bloody or anything, it could not change the established fact.

The old Marquis of Crows is dead. Even if their remnant army still has three or four thousand people, they are now just prisoners and useless to the current situation.

The only hope is to go south and join Marshal Damon to have a turnaround.

Therefore, after a few old horses pulled a few carts of supplies and damaged knives and guns into their hands, he commanded this team to continue south, without looking at Colun, and marched towards the White Bone Fortress.

The thousands of heavy cavalry sent by the Northern Territory Legion had been watching them coldly until the sun set before they turned back in the afterglow.

For Flina, these more than 30,000 people had already lost a battle, their morale was low, and it was difficult to reorganize and continue to launch an attack on the Northern Territory.

Not to mention that the other party didn't even have leather armor, only cotton clothes and damaged weapons, which were even worse than the militia group, and a cavalry charge could disintegrate them.

Therefore, instead of wasting food to keep them, it is better to let them go to the White Bone Fortress to consume those demons more, and it can also save her reputation.