Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

Chapter 202

Both sides were experienced horse archers, and the tactics they adopted were almost identical, all riding warhorses, circling constantly, and waiting for an opportunity to shoot arrows at each other.

And this battle between horse archers also made Hod, many robbers, and Vlandia soldiers who were watching the battle dumbfounded.

Whether it was those fierce raiders, or the agile Kuyel rangers, or the tribal herdsmen who rushed out to fight back, the series of difficult movements they performed on horseback amazed Hod.

Compared with them, Hod felt that his riding skills were just like a child playing house.

Some riders could shoot continuously at an amazing hand speed, and the bowstrings kept making sounds.

Some could shoot left and right, attacking enemies in two directions at the same time, and every arrow was fierce.

What's more, some could lower their bodies on the fast-running warhorses and lie on the horse's back to shoot accurately.

Some even boldly lay on their backs on horses and shot arrows with their backhands, their posture and movements were astonishing.

What was even more shocking was that more than a dozen riders performed the amazing stunt of "hiding in the stirrups".

They hid their entire bodies on one side of the horse's belly, relying only on the strength of their legs to maintain balance, and then quickly stood up and shot arrows, the whole set of movements was smooth and completed in one go.

For a while, arrows crisscrossed the battlefield, flying in the air, making sharp sounds of breaking through the air.

However, although both sides shot fiercely and refused to give in to each other, from time to time there would be unfortunate people who were shot in the vitals and fell off the bumpy horseback with screams.

Although the young and strong herdsmen of the Kuyer tribe in the stronghold had superb horse riding and archery skills.

But they were only wearing a thin layer of fur or simple leather armor.

Although these equipments can provide them with a little protection, they still seem to be somewhat powerless when encountering arrows flying from a medium distance, and it is difficult to resist the fatal penetration.

Before a quarter of an hour, the battlefield was dusty, shouts and screams rang out one after another, and more than ten people on each side fell down from the galloping horses in a mess.

Some people did not move after landing, and died on the spot.

Some people were hit by arrows and fell to the ground, covering their wounds in pain, uttering miserable wails and groans.

Others were less seriously injured, but they did not dare to slack off after falling off their horses. They dragged their injured bodies and tried their best to crawl towards a place far away from the core of the battlefield. They had only one thought in their minds, to escape from this bloody place as soon as possible and save their lives.

At this time, Hood, who had been watching the battle from the back, narrowed his eyes slightly and observed the battle calmly.

After a fierce fight between the two sides, the battlefield was in a stalemate, and no one could gain a clear advantage.

Hod pondered for a moment, and a plan flashed in his mind. He decisively issued an order: "Monkron, Kuhn! You two lead the robbers to bypass the front battlefield and go straight to the enemy's stronghold!"

After receiving the order, Monkron and Kuhn did not hesitate at all. They immediately led their group of armored men to rush towards the tribal stronghold.

These robbers all had ferocious faces and fierce momentum, as if they wanted to destroy everything they saw.

The tribal herdsmen who were fighting fiercely in front suddenly caught a glimpse of Monkron, Kuhn and his group approaching their own stronghold.

They couldn't help but be shocked, and the face of the tribal leader instantly became extremely gloomy.

The leader drew his bow and arrows and continued to shoot at the enemy on the opposite side, while nervously paying attention to the movements of Monkron and others.

However, as Monklon and others approached and were about to reach the stronghold, the tribal chief could no longer suppress his anxiety. He made a decisive move, turned his horse around, and led a group of herdsmen to charge directly at the robbers.

Seeing the other party's move, Batu looked back at Hod, and after seeing Hod's gesture, he immediately ordered the rangers to put away their bows and arrows and wait on the spot.

Seeing that the tribal herdsmen changed the direction of attack as he thought, Hod smiled, and then ordered Orville and others to attack without hesitation.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

The sixty Valandian conscripted crossbowmen who received the order pulled the trigger, and the crossbow arrows that had been loaded were ejected by the bowstring, making bursts of air-breaking sounds.

The moment he heard the air-breaking sound, the tribal chief's face turned pale, and he immediately realized that he had made the wrong choice.

However, there was no chance for him to choose again at this time. He could only watch the overwhelming crossbow arrows hit them.

"Puff..."

"Puff..."

The crossbow arrows easily penetrated the bodies of the tribal herdsmen with strong impact, and their crotchThe lower mounts were not spared.

In an instant, the blood mist enveloped the tribal herdsmen, and the strong smell of blood filled the entire battlefield in an instant.

The old and weak herdsmen who stayed in the stronghold saw this scene and cried out in agony.

Their men, sons, and fathers became corpses in this moment.

"Attack!"

Monklon turned his head and looked at the battlefield. Seeing that the tribal herdsmen were no longer a threat to him and others, he immediately called all the robbers to rush into the stronghold.

These young and strong herdsmen were dead, and the old, weak, women and children in the stronghold did not have enough strength to resist them.

As they advanced rapidly, there were constant figures behind the gate of the stronghold, and a noisy sound suddenly arose, as if someone was blocking the gate with something to prevent it from being breached.

Several robber leaders who rushed forward and were aggressive did not hesitate to pick up the battle axe in their hands and chopped wildly at the gate of the stronghold.

Every time the battle axe was swung, it brought a sharp sound of wind and collision, which frightened the herdsmen inside the gate.

As they swung, the cries in the stronghold became more and more shrill and loud, but this did not affect the robbers from continuing to chop the door.

At the same time, some hot-tempered and impatient robbers opened their mouths and bit the weapons in their hands, using their hands and feet to climb up along the wooden wall.

On the wall, several old men and women had despair on their faces.

They watched the robbers getting closer and closer below, and their hearts were filled with helplessness and fear.

The bows and arrows in the tribe had long been taken away by the young and strong tribesmen who went out to fight back. At this time, they had no choice but to hold the wooden sticks and short spears in their hands tightly and smash them desperately at the approaching robbers.

Perhaps in their hearts, there was still a faint hope, hoping to repel this group of brutal enemies in this way.

"You don't know how to live or die!"

Suddenly, Kuhn shouted angrily. He was furious when he saw the old and weak people in front of him were still resisting.

After he cursed loudly, he quickly reached out and pulled out a javelin from his back, then used all his strength to aim at one of the old men and threw it hard.

With a muffled "puff" sound, the javelin flew through the air and instantly took the old man away from the wall, and then fell heavily on the hard ground, raising a cloud of dust.

The rest of the people on the wall saw this scene, and their faces turned pale as paper. They were terrified and subconsciously shrank their bodies.

However, their actions did not stop at all, and they continued to resist the robbers' attack.