Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords

The cold wind was bleak, and goose feather-like snowflakes began to fall from the sky again without restraint.

Under such heavy snow, the wilderness people wearing animal skin hats surged towards a city wall more than ten *ren(刃: ren, a unit of measurement)* high, like a dense black ant tide.

The shouts of killing shook the sky, and the wails continued.

The weather was very cold, but the atmosphere was fervent.

Scorching hot blood spilled on the city wall, deeply drenching it with heat, steaming in the cold winter months.

Leyton stood on a watchtower, watching the fighting from afar.

According to calculations, this group of *Drow* elves has been attacking this city wall for three days non-stop.

The result was still that they could not take it down.

These high elves are more difficult to deal with than imagined.

Woo woo woo~

A low and desolate bugle sounded.

The wilderness people who were attacking and the elves defending the city breathed a sigh of relief. The former had reached the limit of their losses. A blind attack, without any progress, had long made them unable to withstand this pressure.

The latter, on the other hand, had more time to breathe.

"Failed again."

Watching the wilderness army retreating like a tide, Leyton lowered his eyes, expressionless.

Siege warfare was never as simple as imagined.

A thousand people are enough to fight a siege battle of ten thousand people, not to mention that the other side has more than a thousand people, all well-equipped and well-trained warriors.

And what about our side in contrast?

Although the number is said to be 40,000, the real main force is only about 20,000. Whether it is equipment or discipline, the difference is far greater.

Leyton, as a *Gnoll* who is naturally proficient in military knowledge, did not find this result strange.

"However, it can only last for this day."

He then murmured in a low voice.

That group of *Drow* elves is arranging an unknown plan. The only piece of information that can be guessed is that this city wall, which has been holding on for three days, will be completely shattered tonight, and they will step over this once insurmountable *moat*.

Then unfold a bloody massacre and plunder to fill the thin life of only fighting during this time.

"Lord Leyton, the great chiefs are having a meeting."

A *Bugbear* came here respectfully.

Leyton nodded. A sudden gust of cold wind made him unable to help but shrink his neck into his wide wolf skin coat.

This year's white disaster is more serious than imagined.

He climbed down the watchtower and went to the tallest of the animal skin tents that stretched all over the mountains and fields.

When Leyton lifted the curtain, dozens of chairs placed around a huge long table in the middle were already mostly occupied. At a glance, there were all kinds of people.

He found an inconspicuous corner to sit down, but unexpectedly met an acquaintance here.

"Leyton, you're finally here." An extremely charming voice sounded, but even Leyton couldn't look directly at that *ghoul*-like face.

It was the *Harpy* Queen *Aidan*.

When they retreated northward from the south, and just yesterday evening after they joined up with this group of *Drow* elves, their allied forces that went south were unsurprisingly split into this large force mixed with countless forces.

"I thought you wouldn't come." Leyton glanced at her and rubbed his hands.

He sat in the place closest to the door, and the curtain couldn't block all the cold wind at all. The intermittent cold wind made him extremely uncomfortable.

"These damn big fools directly occupied the front positions! Lady *Leia* doesn't reprimand them."

"Obviously we contributed the most. If we hadn't desperately blocked that group of humans, the other party would have already known the situation here." *Aidan* snorted coldly, and had deep resentment for being able to only sit at the end.

So when she saw an acquaintance, she began to complain.

Leyton sneered in his heart, unwilling to talk to her any longer.

The wilderness is cruel, and the rule of the strong is followed here. Even if the weak are killed, they can only blame themselves for not being strong enough.

And if this *Harpy* Queen didn't still have a little use for aerial reconnaissance, with their weak strength, they could only be cannon fodder like those *kobolds* and *goblins*.

Being able to sit here is already the result of not killing the donkey after unloading the mill for these butcher-like characters.

Leyton glanced forward and saw *Minotaur* Chieftain, *Ogre* Elder, *Lizardman* Leader, *Gnoll*... *Jackal*...

Usually, they are all ruthless characters in the wilderness. He and the *Harpy* Queen here are like two potatoes mixed into a pile of pumpkins, which seem out of place.

Or rather, if it weren't for *Gus*'s sake, he wouldn't even have this last position.

However, Leyton clearly saw that there was still a vacant seat at the very front.

But soon his doubts were answered.

"Hasn't *Gus* arrived yet?"

A very seductive female voice came from the front.

Leyton looked over. It was an extremely enchanting and beautiful *Drow* elf, with a head of silver hair, wearing exceptionally exquisite light armor, with her feet resting on the table, her face lazy.

Everyone present focused their attention on her. Obviously, this sentence was asking her.

"Lord *Iliya*, *Gus* was sent to deal with those few cunning elves and has not returned yet."

A *Gnoll* dressed as a military aristocrat said extremely respectfully.

This *Drow* elf is the real commander of this wilderness coalition army.

Her full name is *Iliya* *Kim*, but Leyton scraped his memory clean with a bone chip, and couldn't find any *Drow* family with the surname *Kim* in history. This *Drow* elf seemed to have appeared out of thin air.

It stands to reason that the *Drow* elves had long disappeared in the long river of history, but this world is very big, and it is difficult to say where they are hiding, but they just happened to run out.

There will always be clues to look for, but Leyton found that he couldn't catch this clue at all.

"It's been almost half a day, and he can't even catch a few mice. *Gus* is getting worse and worse."

The *Ogre* elder sneered, like a thunderclap.

Leyton lowered his head and didn't reply.

This *Ogre* elder is a huge beast four *ren(刃: ren, a unit of measurement)* tall. In terms of size alone, it is only a little shorter than *Gus*, and its strength can be ranked in the top three in this animal skin tent.

If he is angered, even if he is killed, no one will reprimand him. Even if *Gus* is furious afterwards, it will be useless.

"Since he's not here, then forget it." *Iliya* yawned, not caring much.

This *Centaur* who was born with control of the elements did make her look at him differently and wanted to recruit him as her subordinate, but if he can't even solve a few disgusting high elves.

Then its value will naturally decline for *Iliya*.

"The reason why Lord *Iliya* gathered everyone here is to discuss how to break through this city wall."

A dull voice sounded, like a muffled thunder on a clear day, making people can't help but feel a tremor in their hearts.

This made Leyton's mind involuntarily pulled into that distant summer day.