Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

This winter is unusually cold; this is the consensus in the North.

Even the South has been affected, with the first cold snap arriving much earlier than in previous years.

In the past, people in the South would still be wearing short sleeves, but now they've already put on coats.

Countless goose feather snowflakes fall from the continuous overcast sky, occasionally surging with the cold wind, creating a dreamlike and beautiful scene.

But these extremely beautiful snowflakes will eventually fall to the ground and form snowdrifts, and snowdrifts are not beautiful; they will make the world bleak and everything wither.

In this snowstorm, countless heads roll on the plains, and the shouts of killing shake the sky.

Boiling hot blood spills on the earth, melting the snow and revealing the red grass stalks that have been bent over, adding another touch of brightness.

With the addition of the pig-headed ironclad army to the battlefield, the impenetrable gun-shield line of defense was torn open, and the two sides were temporarily deadlocked, making it difficult to separate them.

The centaurs are maneuvering with the flank of the Thorn Legion, with both sides having their victories and defeats.

Everyone's attention was drawn to these two, and no one noticed a cloud approaching the main battlefield in the sky.

And wherever this cloud passed, the snowflakes in that area would be briefly absent.

Originally, Lord Li Wei was watching Fojello arrange his troops with great interest. The offensive of the Wilderness Coalition seemed fierce, but the Thorn Legion was like a reef standing in the sea, unyielding no matter how the waves swept over it.

If this continued, defeat would be the only outcome for this group of wilderness natives.

But accidents often come so bizarrely and suddenly.

The cloud stopped above the archer positions of the Thorn Legion's descendants, and the next moment, countless harpies fluttered their wings and flew out from it.

This scene frightened everyone, and Fojello, who had been strategizing, also frowned and looked ugly.

The individual combat power of harpies is not very high; they are only difficult to deal with because they can fly.

The key is that these harpies are actually using ropes to suspend dozens of well-equipped minotaurs.

These strong men are all over three blades tall, wearing iron armor all over their bodies, with only their eyes exposed.

Although there are not many of them, once they land in the archer positions that are only wearing leather armor, they will definitely cause devastating blows.

The archers obviously also discovered these uninvited guests and turned around to shoot at the sky, but unfortunately, it was useless against the heavily armored minotaurs.

The harpies also held shields in one hand, hiding their entire bodies behind them.

They easily completed the tactic of delivering the minotaurs on a hillside not far from the archers.

Damn it, I've really seen ghosts.

Li Wei slammed the telescope into Mil's hand, grabbed his hair, and spun around in place.

This group of wilderness natives is really eye-opening; they're playing the 'heavenly soldiers descend' trick on the lord.

Using harpies to transport combat units seems simple, but in reality, the right timing, location, and people are needed to do it.

If the sky is clear, the sudden appearance of a cloud will definitely attract attention, but now it's cloudy and snowy.

There also has to be a shaman who knows this kind of magic.

Plus, not many people would look up at the sky during such a heated battle, and they actually managed to complete it.

Could a group of wilderness bumpkins come up with this tactic?

Lord Li Wei expressed his shock.

It's like seeing a monkey flipping him off; his mind is only filled with the word 'damn'.

In all fairness, although Highcliff Fort is only here to slack off.

But all of this is based on the Thorn Legion winning.

If the Thorn Legion is defeated, Highcliff Fort will face the entire Wilderness Coalition, which is obviously unacceptable to Li Wei.

Our legion commander is obviously also dumbfounded now.

Lord Li Wei put on his helmet, his voice loud enough for everyone to hear: "Skye and I will go together to deal with this group of minotaurs."

With the addition of this strange army, the already weak defense in the rear is now in chaos.

Those archers gave up heavy equipment for flexible mobility, so they only wore a layer of leather armor outside their cotton coats, which might be enough to block arrows or knife cuts.

Unfortunately, this is a group of minotaurs strong enough to kill tigers with one punch, simply smashing a large area with their giant hammers.

Dozens of minotaurs created the momentum of hundreds of people, and the harpies in the sky were still watching, occasionally swooping down to deliver a cold knife.

This made the soldiers of the Thorn Legion suffer unspeakably.

Fojello mobilized infantry to prepare for support, but in a battlefield that accommodates four or five thousand people, it is not easy to mobilize soldiers who are already placed in the most suitable positions to temporarily change positions.

A careless move could lead to complete defeat.

At this time, the supporting squad played a decisive role.

A squad of dozens of people came to a position about a hundred paces away from this group of minotaurs; these warriors, who were only slightly shorter than the minotaurs and wore black iron armor, only had a pair of excited eyes exposed.

They did not launch an attack directly, but waited for one of their partners to stick out his butt and fiddle with something.

A simple flag was raised, and the golden sun danced in the wind.

"All set, charge."

Li Wei snapped his fingers, and the muffled voice under the mask traveled far.

Highcliff Fort came this time for experience and fame, so it must raise its flag at this time.

The neat footsteps sounded, and the orc barbarians rushed up with warhammers.

As Skye, who joined the battle, rode his horse and launched a charge with his spear.

The minotaurs naturally noticed this squad; although there were not many of them, even their charge was arranged in a neat formation, and the shock of feeling like a whole made them understand, even if they didn't understand military affairs, that this squad was definitely the elite among humans.

Under the command of a minotaur who was obviously a squad leader, they gave up slaughtering the surrounding soldiers of the Thorn Legion and turned to meet them.

Fojello in the distance naturally saw this scene and breathed a sigh of relief.

He had heard a lot about this lord of Highcliff Fort from his sister; although those deeds were somewhat exaggerated, they were not entirely fabricated.

It proved that he had some ability, but what puzzled Fojello was that.

Whether it was because of arrogance or something else, this lord of Highcliff Fort actually only brought a mere squad of ten or so people to support!

He admitted that the orc guards of Highcliff Fort were definitely not bad in terms of individual strength.

But the minotaurs as opponents are obviously tougher nuts to crack.

There are as many as thirty of these iron-clad minotaurs, which means that each of these orc guards has to deal with at least two of them.

But... how is that possible!