Choose your faction and begin your journey of conquest. It's still a mechanical electronic sound.
Joseph Stalin: "I haven't chosen it yet, why is it the default?"
Then he felt dizzy, and when his vision cleared, Joseph Stalin was already on the grassland.
Joseph discovered he was wearing a heavy coat of mail that reached to his knees. The mail, as well as the front and back of his chest, were inlaid with armor plates for added protection. He wore a Turkish chainmail helmet and rode a brown horse. On his left belt was a scimitar and a small knife. On his right was a quiver filled with sharpened ironbone arrows and a recurve cavalry bow composed of sinew wood and horn. A cavalry shield shaped like an eagle hung on his back.
Thick plate mail, with iron rings intertwined in a DNA double helix structure, a double-layered structure with interconnected double layers, high density, and inlaid armor plates on the chest, back, and shoulders to strengthen defense.
Mongol Scimitar: Made from Damascus steel, the Mongols absorbed the power of the Arab sword, combined the heaviness of the Khitan longsword with the sharpness of the pudao of the Chinese Dynasty, improved the material and forging method, and introduced hot-rolling technology from the Central Plains. It is so sharp that it is said to be able to cut other swords.
Sharpened Iron Bone Arrows: Thirty in total, each two feet nine inches long, with birchwood shafts and eagle feathers. The arrowheads are narrow, sharp triangles with sharp points and extremely powerful penetrating power.
The bow's inner tube is made of bamboo, the outer tube is made of buffalo horn, the inner tube is made of ox tendon, and a layer of birch bark. The ox horn reinforces strength, the ox tendon increases hardness, and the birch bark is moisture-resistant. There is also a layer of cork in the center of the bow and a layer of pearlfish skin on the outside.
Following his gaming habit, Joseph Stalin opened the system again to check his attributes. Although Sally.exe said his modified character data would be retained, it would be best to take a look.
Origin: Taiyi Chituti Tribe of Mongolia>
Strength 60 Agility 60 Intelligence 60 Charm 60 Weapon Proficiency: One-handed Polearm. Two-handed Bow and Arrow Throwing Firearms are all 800.
All skills are 10, including Horsemanship, Archery, and Shooting, which are 12.
Seeing this, Joseph Stalin couldn't help but laugh. This was the first modified character he had saved. No wonder he had set it as his favorite character by default. He had named him Temujin for laughs. Apparently, he'll have to keep that name.
Then Temujin looked at the recruitment interface.
(From now on, the character will be called Temujin instead of Joseph Stalin)
Mongol Tribes [Recruitable]
Khara Khitan [Unlocked]
Roman Republic [Unlocked]
Song Dynasty [Unlocked]
Kingdom of Castile [Unlocked]
Kingdom of Dali [Unlocked]
Kingdom of England [Unlocked]
Byzantine Empire [Unlocked]
Kingdom of Jerusalem [Unlocked]
Tibet Dynasty [Unlocked]
Kyiv Rus' [Unlocked]
Khwarazim [Unlocked]
Abassid Sultanate [Unlocked]
Fatimid Dynasty [Unlocked]
Seljuk Sultanate [Unlocked]
Kingdom of Hungary [Unlocked]
Only Mongol tribes can be recruited. By the way, I checked the army tree. Mongol tribes can be recruited from the lowest level: Mongol Herders, Mongol Auxiliary Cavalry, Mongol Cavalry, Mongol Heavy Cavalry, Mongol Quiver Soldiers, Mongol Large Quiver Soldiers, Mongol Qiexue Troops; all require money. But right now there's no money to recruit. Temujin checked thoroughly, but he didn't have a single copper coin.
"It's a bit difficult."
Temujin felt an itch on his scalp, so he took off his helmet and scratched it. He immediately sensed something was wrong. He only had a small tuft of hair above his forehead; the rest was completely shaved. A small lock of hair was braided behind each ear, forming a small braid. It was clearly a Khitan hairstyle.
"Your hair is shaved, and there are small strands of it present! FUCK, I LOOK LIKE A TARTAR! You can't live with such an ugly hairstyle." Temujin couldn't help but exclaim and feel sad.
Saddened, Temujin let his brown horse lead him aimlessly, for he didn't know where to go, where he could go.
What was it? What kind of world was this? Warcraft? Lord of the Rings? Rome Total War? Vikings? High-level warriors, low-level warriors? High-level magic, low-level magic? What to do in this unfamiliar situation?
"And the most important thing is: where were the other promised mysterious gifts?"
Temujin felt very sad in his heart. It seemed Sally.exe had tricked him. In the end, he sighed. Even without these so-called mysterious gifts, the Mount and Blade system was enough.
Amidst his wandering thoughts, Temujin heard a whistling sound and felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw a bone arrow embedded diagonally in the mesh of his chainmail.
He looked up and saw three tanned-skinned, black-haired natives a hundred meters ahead. Bare-chested, wearing leather pants and holding strange weapons, they were riding toward him on horseback! The one in front was holding a bow and arrow and howling terrifyingly.
Instinctively, he yanked the horse's head and tightened his hooves, galloping backward and soon traveling dozens of meters away. At that moment, Temujin took another arrow to the back. His armor still blocked the impact, but the bone arrow's impact still hurt! Temujin's face flushed, ashamed, and furious:
He was almost killed by the barbarian scum. What would Julius Caesar think of him if he saw him? Fortunately, he was wearing armor; otherwise, these natives could have pierced his chest, cut off his head, and used it for wine.
Furious, Temujin took a sharp iron arrow from his quiver and fitted it to his compound bow. At that moment, Temujin felt very familiar with horsemanship and archery, as if he had ridden and shot arrows since he was a child, and his skill was extremely high!
Temujin assumed the horse and arrow stance. There are three stances in horse archery: combat, muddying, and split mane. Combat consists of shooting to the left, muddying just behind, and splitting mane in front and slightly to the right.
He drew the bowstring, held his breath, and watched the shouting native in front of him with utmost concentration. The moment he and his horse were suspended in the air, he released the bowstring, and the arrow flew in a beautiful arc through the air!