Mount and Blade: Summon five outlaws at the start

Chapter 179

After a round of shooting, the speed of the Kuyel cavalry did not slow down at all.

Their faces were still hideous and twisted, and they shouted and roared, charging straight ahead without fear.

At first glance, the appearance of these Kuyel people was quite similar to the Mongols in their previous lives. They wore fur coats, had braids on their heads, rode grassland horses, and ran desperately, not afraid of the crossbows shot at them.

This fierce scene made even the fifth-level robber leaders such as Nott and Monklon, who had been on the battlefield for a long time and had extremely rich fighting experience, feel nervous at this moment.

The sound of horse hooves was like thunder, rumbling in everyone's heart, bringing an indescribable sense of oppression.

Especially those new recruits of Valandia who had not yet completed the formation and had just suffered a round of attacks, the fear in their hearts was being infinitely magnified little by little.

After all, as a first-level civilian soldier, they not only had relatively weak combat effectiveness, but also had poor weapons and equipment.

Now, seeing the fierce Kuyel cavalry rushing to their front, they showed panic on their faces.

Finally, with a burst of dust and shouts, the appearance of the Kuyel riders became clearer and clearer.

The grassland horses under their crotch were panting heavily, their eyes became red due to extreme excitement, the riders' braids were flying in the wind, and the worn leather robes were stained with blood, adding a bit of blood and horror.

However, just when these fierce Kuyel people were about to rush into the Vlandia recruits, an unexpected scene happened.

They did not wave their cold and shining weapons in their hands without hesitation and slashed at the recruits in front of them.

On the contrary, these Kuyel people bypassed the panicked recruits with their skilled horse-riding skills, as if they were just a group of insignificant obstacles.

Then, with ferocious faces, they quickly reached into the quiver behind them, took out several arrows in the blink of an eye, and continued to rush towards the conscripted crossbow formation.

Although the horses under them were running all the way and bumping non-stop, this did not affect the movements of the Kuyel people on horseback at all, and they showed amazing riding and archery skills.

But the arrows that were supposed to be aimed at the Valandian recruits suddenly turned and aimed at the Valandian conscripted crossbow formation dozens of meters away.

The arrows flashing with cold light, like the eyes of the god of death, locked on every target.

Faced with the sudden threat, these conscripted crossbowmen instantly felt a huge pressure coming at them.

Unlike the robbers who had shields for defense, or the pitchforks that the Valandian recruits could use to stop their horses, they only had a light crossbow, a bag of heavy crossbow arrows and a short sword. Apart from that, they had no other defensive weapons and equipment.

As the Kuyel riders approached, their heartbeats suddenly accelerated, as if they were about to burst out of their chests, and they kept beating "bang bang bang".

Beads of sweat as big as beans also flowed out of their foreheads uncontrollably, slowly flowed down their cheeks, and finally disappeared into the lining of their clothes.

At this time, although everyone's palms were soaked with sweat and became wet, no one dared to choose to escape at this critical moment.

They knew that if they turned around and ran away, they would only become easy prey for the enemy. Everyone could only hold the light crossbows in their hands tightly, as if only by doing so could they bring themselves a pitiful sense of security.

As the Kuyel cavalry approached like a tide, the unique smell of grassland people became stronger and stronger, as if the whole air was shrouded by this pungent smell.

All the recruited crossbowmen held their crossbows tightly, holding their breath, their heartbeats and heavy breathing intertwined, and they quietly waited for the final order to be issued.

Time seemed to freeze, and every second seemed so long.

At this moment, a roar like thunder suddenly resounded through the sky: "Shoot!!!"

This roar instantly eased the timidity of the conscripted crossbowmen. Almost at the same moment the sound rang out, they pulled the trigger again without hesitation.

Only the sound of "swoosh, swoosh, swoosh" was heard one after another, and the crossbow arrows shot out like a storm, with a fierce momentum, whistling fiercely towards the Kuyel cavalry running in front.

At such a close distance, they were sure to shoot through all these grassland people.

At the same time, the more than 20 Kuyel cavalry also showed amazing combat qualities.

They were seen galloping while dodging the attackingThe crossbow arrows in their hands vibrated rapidly, and sharp arrows were shot out quickly.

Compared with the slow-loading light crossbows, the composite bows used by the Kuyel people were obviously much faster, and the arrows shot by the Kuyel people who had been exposed to horseback archery since childhood were urgent and fast.

As soon as an arrow left the string, before it hit the target, the second arrow followed closely and broke through the air, followed by the third arrow. They drew beautiful arcs in the air, weaving into a dense arrow net, covering the formation of conscripted crossbowmen.

In just a blink of an eye, each Kuyel cavalry had quickly shot three or four arrows.

But their actions did not stop there. They skillfully pulled back their hands, and several more arrows were steadily placed on the bowstrings.

Their eyes quickly scanned the conscripted crossbowmen on the opposite side, as sharp as hawks, and quickly locked their respective targets.

Then, they shot the arrows again with a dazzling speed and technique.

For a moment, the rain of arrows in the air became more and more dense, and the attacks of both sides were back and forth, and neither side gave in. The entire battlefield fell into a fierce shooting.

In an instant, the dense arrows in the sky poured down like a rainstorm.

Although there were only more than twenty Kuyer cavalrymen, the number of sharp arrows they shot far exceeded the crossbows fired by thirty conscripted crossbowmen.

Soldiers in the array of conscripted crossbowmen fell down screaming from time to time, but even so, no one retreated a step.

They gritted their teeth tightly, endured the pain, and stepped forward without hesitation to fill the gap and continue to shoot at the enemy.

For a moment, the battlefield fell into a frenzy of killing.

Both sides seemed to be under a spell, and they desperately released the crossbows and arrows in their hands regardless of life and death.

The sound of the bowstring being tightened and the sound of the crossbow firing were intertwined, one after another, while the arrows that were shot out whizzed through the air, bringing up gusts of wind that never ceased to be heard.