mount and blade fire and sword thousands of bandits in towns?

It's not like I have any dignity left to lose.' But brother, let me tell you about this one man called Barnabas the Squint.

well, I suppose getting up this morning was a bit of a battle. You have a face like somebody took a poop in your sandwich, and I respect that, but what help could I be? I haven't won a battle since. Clearly it's much better spent recruiting whatever mouth-breather with a sharp stick is currently propping up the bar, so I can add him to the entourage that dutifully follows me around like the vestigal tail of some enormous, cowardly, sluggish beast. I can't be frittering away my hard-won thaler on drinking. I wander from town to town like the saddest Santa Claus, buying linen and oils low and selling high, tramping into every single tavern on the way, but not to drink. The last of the gunpowder in my veins fizzled out somewhere in those last few awful battles. I think I also planned to studiously topple whatever ridiculous hat the Lord of the keep was wearing. I vowed I would one day tear down its gate and claim the fortress as my own. I remember when I first spotted it on the map, all those weeks ago. Myself and my forty men are pushing East towards the Cossacks, who I'm pinning the last of my hopes on like some dusty, rusty, primary-coloured button. It is here that Captain Smith would finally find his place. Dropping his servitude to the Polish kings like a hot stone, our hero heads East, towards the territory of the Cossacks. My adventures in Mount & Blade: With Fire & Sword arrive at their grand finale! Last we saw Captain Smith he was recovering from the indignity of being shanked clean off his horse by some sordid enemy of the state styling himself Barnabas the Squint.

Mount and blade fire and sword thousands of bandits in towns?