Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

Chapter 199

Outside the stronghold, the atmosphere was so tense that it was suffocating.

Seventy crossbowmen recruited by Valandia stood in neat formation, holding light crossbows with bowstrings in their hands, and staring at the tribal chieftain and a group of panicked herdsmen who had just rushed out of the stronghold with sharp eyes.

In front of these crossbowmen recruited by Valandia stood a group of ferocious robbers with hideous faces.

They held battle axes, round shields and javelins in their hands, and their eyes revealed an uncontrollable bloodthirstiness, as if they could not wait to hunt the prey that was about to be caught.

The furious tribal chieftain stared at the densely packed enemies around him with wide eyes.

However, when he saw the situation in front of him where the enemy was outnumbered, the raging anger in his heart was instantly extinguished without a trace, and instead, a chill surged from his spine and quickly spread throughout his body.

Without hesitation, he reached out to stop the tribesmen behind him who were impulsively rushing forward without regard for their own safety. He swallowed hard and quickly scanned the surroundings.

When his eyes met the murderous eyes of the robbers, the only glimmer of hope in his heart was completely shattered, and his eyes showed endless despair.

Not to mention the seventy conscripted crossbowmen, the more than thirty robbers in front of them, all wearing iron armor, were not something their small tribe could deal with.

You have to know that their entire tribe only had one set of iron armor, and some of the chain mail had some gaps. Most of the other tribesmen were wearing fur coats, and even the warriors in the tribe only had tattered leather armor.

This equipment strength was a world of difference compared to the robbers in front of them.

Just when the tribal leader was desperate, Old Rory, under the order of Hood, walked forward from the team tremblingly.

Just after taking a few steps, dozens of angry eyes from the Kuyel people were cast at him. The pressure of being watched by everyone made Old Rory feel numb and his legs tremble slightly.

Although he was extremely scared, Old Rory had no courage to disobey Hood's order.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm his panic, and began to persuade the group of Kuyel people in front of him to surrender in a slightly trembling voice and a stumbling Kuyel language because of nervousness.

Old Rory gestured while speaking, and from time to time pointed to the Kuyel rangers who were riding horses and walking slowly not far away, trying to enhance the persuasiveness of his words in this way.

The tribal leader looked in the direction of Old Rory's slightly trembling finger. His eyes first flashed a trace of doubt, but when he really saw the scene not far away, his face became hesitant.

I saw that the rangers who belonged to the Kuyel people like him were riding war horses, wearing leather armor, holding fine iron scimitars in their hands, and carrying bows and arrows on their backs.

These Kuyel people looked majestic, but at this moment, they appeared in front of him as enemies.

Hod, who had been paying close attention to the changes in the expression of the tribal chief, naturally would not miss this subtle change.

At the moment when the tribal chief showed hesitation, Hod waved his arm without hesitation.

With his action, the neatly arranged crossbowmen of Valandia immediately took a step forward.

For a moment, the atmosphere of the whole scene suddenly became tense. The eyes of the crossbowmen of Valandia were like substance, piercing straight at the tribal chiefs and Kuyel herdsmen on the opposite side, and the aura emanating from them suddenly became abnormally murderous.

Faced with the sudden actions of these Valandia crossbowmen, the tribal chiefs and those Kuyel herdsmen were instantly frightened and their faces turned pale.

Fear surged in their hearts like a tide, and they subconsciously held their weapons tightly, but their bodies trembled slightly.

At the same time, Monklon, Kuhn and other robbers did not show weakness.

Holding their own weapons, they hit their shields hard and made dull roars.

"Drop! Drop! Drop!"

The roar was deafening, making the already frightened Kuyel herdsmen even more confused.

Seeing that the atmosphere became more and more tense, even a little tense, the tribal leader frowned, he looked around, looked at the frightened tribesmen, and sighed in his heart.

From the enemy's behavior of surrounding but not killing, he had guessed that the enemy should want to capture them. Whether they were sold as prisoners of war or taken back as slaves, there was still a way to survive.

But as the head of this tribe, as long as he didn't die, the enemy would definitely not be at ease.

Finally, he made up his mind, took a deep breath, turned around and said something loudly to the tribesmen behind him.

Then, beforeThe tribesmen reacted and saw him suddenly raise the scimitar in his hand and put it on his neck without hesitation.

This sudden action shocked everyone. The tribesmen were terrified and screamed to rush forward to stop it.

But everything happened too fast. Just when they were about to touch the headman, a bright red blood line spurted out, drew a shocking arc in the air, and fell to the ground.

In an instant, the bloody smell spread.

This tragic scene made all the Kuyel herdsmen present stunned. They stared with wide eyes and looked at the body of the tribal headman lying in a pool of blood in front of them in disbelief.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and the whole world was left with only deathly silence.

After a long while, I don’t know who was the first to recover from the shock and threw away the weapon in his hand with sobs.

This scene made the other herdsmen come back to their senses. One by one, they loosened their hands, let the weapons in their hands fall to the ground, and then knelt on their knees to show their submission.

Standing in the distance, Hood witnessed all this. He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the body of the tribal leader lying in a pool of blood, with a barely perceptible admiration on his face.

He whispered softly: "Well... he is a man of the grassland with backbone."

After saying that, he waved his arm and ordered Monklon and others: "Go in! Take control of this stronghold!"

After receiving the order, Monklon and others immediately took action. They rushed into the stronghold with sharp blades in hand.

Since the Kuyel herdsmen had given up resistance, the robbers encountered almost no obstacles and easily occupied this not-so-large stronghold.

At this time, the herdsmen in the stronghold were concentrated and driven to an open field, surrounded by a group of crossbowmen recruited by Valandia.

These crossbowmen had expressionless faces and looked at the crowd indifferently. The crossbows in their hands were always ready to fire at any time to prevent anyone from making any rash moves.

At this time, the robbers were busy searching everywhere, not leaving out any corner, collecting all the available materials to replenish the military supplies that the team urgently needed.