Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

Rumble!

With a loud crash, as the Thunder Lizard Beast slammed the siege ladder against the city wall, the beast-taming servants hurriedly dropped their whips and scrambled under the ladder car to avoid the scattered arrows raining down.

They were just farmers responsible for taming the beasts; the scene about to unfold was not something their lowly status allowed them to participate in.

The Wolf Island infantry, marching in neat ranks, closely followed behind the ladder car, their advance proceeding smoothly, encountering almost no significant resistance.

This was entirely thanks to the Spellcaster Squad of Highcliff Fortress. The moment anyone dared to show their head to draw a bow and arrow, they would be met with a wholesale barrage of spells from the Drow Elven girls.

This kind of stifling battle made the mercenaries want to vomit blood in frustration.

Unable to compete in ranged combat, and getting beaten if they showed their heads, they could only watch helplessly as the ladders were set against the city walls, and the enemy infantry swarmed upwards like ants.

These Wolf Island infantry seemed to sense that victory was within their grasp, or perhaps to boost their morale, as they chanted ancient poems in unison.

"The storms of the sea sweep up the dark clouds of Wolf Island, wind and thunder rush."

"In the fleeting glimpse as lightning tears through the darkness."

"Who is it that gazes wistfully at the horizon…"

It was said that this was sung by the first bard who set foot on Wolf Island, who later settled there and had offspring with the original inhabitants.

These descendants were the commoners who now lived on Wolf Island.

They had weathered countless crises under the protection of this poem, growing stronger in each predicament.

This was a poem representing the courage of the Wolf Island men.

Under the colorful and dazzling spells, the brave and fearless Wolf Island warriors sang a heart-stirring poem, forming a breathtaking tableau.

The hillbillys from Highcliff Fortress were witnessing such a grand scene for the first time, their mouths agape in astonishment, their eyes filled with envy they couldn't suppress.

This also stirred up the Lord's thoughts, wondering if Highcliff Fortress should also create an impressive military song, but when he thought of the Orcish barbarians' rough howls, like sandpaper on the ears, he had to abandon the idea.

He didn't want to lose face completely in front of a group of nobles.

"Get ready, it's our turn." The Lord gave one last glance at the attacking Wolf Island infantry, put on his iron helmet, and placed his hands against the huge siege vehicle behind him.

This siege vehicle was specially built to break down Colun's ten-odd-foot-high city gate, standing about eight feet tall, shaped like a shed. The difference was that a hard iron-embedded log, weighing at least tens of thousands of pounds, was suspended in the middle by thick iron chains, and twelve wheels were needed underneath to bear its weight.

The barbarians split off dozens of people to grasp the handles specially left on the siege vehicle, waiting for the order to push the behemoth towards the distant city gate.

"Infantry, advance with shields! Archers, provide covering fire!"

At the command, the barbarians raised their steel shields on both sides of the siege vehicle to form a formation, while the Fedde archers behind them had already nocked their arrows, ready to fire at any moment.

"Advance!"

Li Wei roared, putting all his strength into a sudden push on the siege vehicle behind him, and the seemingly heavy siege vehicle shot out all at once.

The craftsmen in the distance were collectively dumbfounded. If they hadn't personally built it piece by piece, they would have thought it was made of paper.

But now it was being pushed by one person, and the speed was terrifying. They seemed to have been collectively petrified by Medusa, unaware that the hammers in their hands had fallen to the ground.

Originally, the Orcish barbarians were preparing to exert their strength at their leader's command, but were instantly dragged forward by the huge siege vehicle, leaving a trail of dragging marks on the ground.

They were stunned, looking at the Highcliff Fortress Lord who was diligently working behind them. Being forcibly restrained, they quickly shouted, "Leader, slow down, slow down, let us down!"

…

A moment later, the Lord climbed onto the siege vehicle and sat down, watching the Orcish barbarians on both sides pushing the siege vehicle with all their might, sighing that people's hearts were not what they used to be, and his good intentions were wasted on the dogs.

He was helping to push the vehicle out of kindness, but these hillbillies were disdaining him.

Which noble would help the common soldiers push the vehicle? Only the Lord of Highcliff Fortress would do that, but these barbarians didn't appreciate it.

He sulked alone, watching the city gate getting closer and closer, wondering how to open it.

The distance between the two sides was shortened by his push, leaving only a few hundred steps. Under the barbarians' strenuous push, it meant that only a hundred heartbeats were needed to reach the city gate completely.

The Wolf Island infantry in the distance had already climbed the city wall, all wielding battle axes and single shields, equipment that allowed them to face attacks from all directions after climbing the city wall, making them very suitable for individual combat.

The two sides collided in an instant, with countless people falling and countless others taking their place. At this moment, life was as cheap as weeds on the roadside, being consumed at a frantic pace.

Although the mercenaries had been forced to give up ranged attacks by the Highcliff Fortress's ranged attacks, they were not afraid of close combat at all.

The people in the front row held up their shields to resist attacks, while the mercenaries in the back row, wielding spears, looked for opportunities to strike a blow.

Colun's city walls were very wide, enough for them to form this simple formation.

The two sides were intertwined, and for a moment, it was difficult to determine the winner.

When the siege vehicle reached the city gate, the mercenaries above began to throw various things down. At a height of twenty-eight feet, even an egg falling could hurt someone, let alone stones or other things.

Unfortunately, they were all bounced aside by the steel shields held up by the barbarians.

Perhaps these falling stones were enough to smash ordinary people, along with their shields, into meat pies, but for the barbarians, it only made them squat down a little.

This was not because they couldn't withstand the impact, but because of the movements they made to unload the force.

However, the mercenaries soon faced the consequences of this behavior, as a rain of arrows headed straight for their faces.

The Fedde archers were now all Tier 5 high-level units, with terrifying accuracy. With just one round of shooting, the mercenaries on this section of the city wall in front of the Highcliff Fortress team were cleared out.

The lucky ones who escaped the disaster, no matter how much the mercenary captain lying on the ground beside them urged them, no longer dared to show their heads.

They were lying on the ground, afraid to get up, let alone these small soldiers. Even if they were going to die, it wasn't this way.

For a moment, almost no one spoke, and all they could hear was the sound of arrows whistling overhead.

Knowing that they didn't dare to show their heads, the enemy would launch a collective volley every so often to warn them.

The mercenaries were miserable.

They had thought this mission was a piece of cake, after all, they felt that their own bravery was not weaker than the regular army, and they occupied a city wall that was as high as twenty-eight feet, so defending the city was basically no problem.

But they didn't expect the enemy to be so fierce. The initial series of spells made them dizzy, and then the continuous volleys of stones and ballista bolts never stopped.

The accuracy of the enemy's archers was unmatched even by Elder Gregg, the best archer in the thousand-man team.

If this was a fair fight, they wouldn't have suffered so much.

But whether it was ranged attacks or archers, they were completely crushed.

Faced with a rain of dense spells, arrows, and stones, they suffered heavy losses before they even started fighting in close combat, and could only stare blankly as the Northmen approached the city wall.

Just like the village where they killed the men, the remaining women could only take off their clothes and obediently wait for their atrocities.

At this moment, how similar it was.

…

"Quick, quick, everyone, block them!" Red Viper Oloron was roaring and urging his men.

When he received the message from his men, he was in the warm embrace of his mistress.

Faced with his men's urgent urging, he calmly put on his clothes, showing the legendary character Leeds' calm demeanor in the face of danger.

After all, in his opinion, even if five thousand pigs were standing there to be killed, they couldn't be killed all at once, let alone that they occupied the city wall and had dozens of ballistae, which were high-end goods.

But when he arrived at the city wall, he was completely dumbfounded. His men, who were usually able to fight ten militiamen, were now being wantonly hacked and killed by the enemy infantry wearing wolf helmets like chicks.

The burning stones flying overhead from time to time made his heart palpitate, and the defenders at the city gate were directly suppressed and dared not show their heads.

It seemed that the battle had been at a disadvantage from the beginning.

"Go and tell Panto to send me reinforcements!"

He roared at the messenger next to him, and then, watching the constantly advancing battle line, he had to join the battlefield.

His joining had an immediate effect. Holding a long spear, every time he struck, he could skillfully stab into the weak points of these wolf-helmeted infantry's defenses.

Whether it was stabbing the legs or the throat, it was as simple as drinking water for him.

His joining greatly boosted the morale of the mercenaries, and the battle line was temporarily stalled.

…

When the siege vehicle reached the city gate, the barbarians pushing the vehicle retreated and were replaced by companions with more stamina. They grasped the handles of the battering ram, their muscular arms bulging, and roared with all their might as they exerted their strength backward.

The battering ram, suspended by iron chains on the siege vehicle, rose backward, and they pushed forward with all their might.

Dong!

A loud noise exploded like a bolt from the blue, drowning out all the sounds of fighting, and only the bell-like sound echoed leisurely between heaven and earth.

Although the indestructible city gate shook a little because of this, that was all.

They were not discouraged by this, but continued to ram with all their strength.

The clanging sound of metal colliding was endless, each sound louder than the last.

The barbarians, after systematic improvement, were no longer the hillbilly orcs from the wilderness. Whether it was martial arts or strength, they were already superhuman, but now, with the desperate ramming of more than a dozen people, the effect was minimal.

If it were the city gate of Blackrock Fortress, it would have cracked long ago, and it would have been broken open or a large hole would have been smashed out before long.

It could be seen how strong Colun's city gate was.

The Lord, who was covering his ears from the shock, couldn't stand it any longer. He roared, "Get out of the way, let me do it."

The surrounding barbarians ran away in a huff, leaving enough space for their leader to perform.

Coming to the battering ram, he spat twice into his palms, grasped the solid iron handle, and then exerted his force violently.

The huge battering ram, in one person's hands, actually rose higher than before, and the Lord pushed forward in the same way.

Boom!

With the blessing of abundant giant force, a sound exploded, ten times louder than before.

The indestructible city gate actually began to shake violently, and countless white ashes were shaken down rustlingly.

The Lord looked at this scene, but he had a bottom line in his heart, threw away the broken iron handle in his hand, and came to the back of the battering ram.

Just now, he was just trying out the quality of this city gate, and he didn't use all his strength, and the handle couldn't support him to use all his strength.

He first threw it to the highest point, and then, at the moment when the battering ram fell, he took the opportunity to hug the tail, his arms bulging with blue veins, and roared with all his strength.

In an instant, a loud explosion that resounded through the heavens and the earth exploded, and the barbarians were all deafened by the shock, and each of them looked painful.

Zat was almost blinded by the flash. The moment the battering ram collided with the city gate, a blazing spark erupted, as dazzling as a small sun.

But the effect it brought was also gratifying. The city gate in front of him was now like a watermelon that had been punched, split apart and broken into a large hole.

The siege vehicle was even more tragic. The whole thing had fallen apart into parts, and the huge battering ram flew directly into the city gate and disappeared.

"Good heavens!"

"Is~ is this a giant~"

The Wolf Island nobles and officers in the distance were stunned into sculptures, looking blankly at all this, and storms were set off in their hearts.

…

Behind the city gate, Oloron had deployed a thousand-odd mercenaries, wearing leather armor and wielding longswords, spears, or battle axes. At this moment, they breathed a sigh of relief as they looked at the slightly shaking city gate.

The opposite side had obviously begun to attack the city, but with the current performance, it would not be able to break it open in a short time.

Before long, the crashing sound stopped.

Just as they thought that the other side was out of strength and was resting, a crash that was ten times more violent than before suddenly struck.

The indestructible city gate began to shake violently, and countless white ashes began to fall rustlingly from the top of their heads, as if a giant beast was wantonly ravaging it.

They were worried when they saw it, and the palms of their hands holding the weapons were sweating, but fortunately, the city gate, on which they had placed high hopes, finally blocked it.

But their joy did not last long.

As the last crashing sound rang out, when their ears were temporarily deafened by the shock, the city gate seemed to finally be unable to withstand the opposite's playing, and wood chips splashed. A thick battering ram broke through the city gate and flew in, and the remaining power killed dozens of unlucky people.

The remaining lucky ones looked through the large hole in the city gate and met face to face with a group of burly black-armored warriors who had been prepared for a long time on the opposite side.

The leader was a little dwarf who was much shorter, and at this moment, he was showing two rows of neat white teeth and saying something.

But the mercenaries had collectively suffered from deafness at this moment, and had no idea what the other side was saying.

Only some mercenaries who could read lips could see what the other side was saying.

"Grab your weapons!"

Li Wei waved his big hand, and led the way by rushing in with a giant sword. Behind him were the orc warriors who had been eager to try for a long time.