Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 38: Take the enemy general's head amidst the vast army!

On a small hillside on a battlefield.

Horsa was wary of approaching the city walls, primarily because Duncan's previous crossbow attack had left a deep psychological scar on him. In terms of personal strength, his brother Henges was considerably stronger, but such a formidable barbarian warrior was instantly destroyed by a crossbow.

"The enemy is almost unable to hold on."

A Saxon chieftain's personal guard rushed over and said excitedly, "Chieftain, let me lead a team of Hearth Guards!"

"We can definitely defeat them in one fell swoop."

The Saxon Janissaries were also known as the Hearth Guards, meaning elite warriors who sat around the fire with their leader to share food, power, and status.

Hossa's expression was obviously a little moved.

He also saw that the enemy was at the end of its strength. Enfers' Saxon pirate group had attacked the town several times, and the defenders had already been exhausted. These British militiamen lacked both physical strength and combat experience. They could not relax on the battlefield, and even with others taking turns to defend, they were still exhausted.

If the Saxon Guards were sent out at this time, it would indeed be possible to create an overwhelming advantage.

"It would be nice to have a catapult." Horsa said with regret.

There were no decent large cities on the British Isles, and the city defenses could be easily breached by bombarding them with catapults.

Among the barbarians of this era, only the Franks mastered relatively advanced siege technology, and the Huns were also not good at it. The real rise of nomadic peoples was due to the Mongol army. The siege technology they obtained from the Central Plains could be said to be invincible when they conquered Europe and Asia.

Press on!
Horsa looked at the entire battlefield and decisively ordered the Saxon Guards to advance. They were the elite sword and shield warriors on the front line and were not very afraid of archers.

"Kirkman, lead the personal guards to attack the east gate head-on!"

After Horsa finished speaking, he turned to look at another person and said in a deep voice, "The Beheader - Isolde."

The crowd parted.

A massive, nearly two-meter-tall man stepped out. He stood out from the crowd in this era, making one wonder if he had the blood of a giant. He wielded a heavy beheading axe, lacked a shield, and wore a half-body armor reminiscent of a Nord warrior's, primarily for charging, as heavy armor would have hindered their mobility.

Isolde the Beheader knelt on one knee and said, "Here! Chief!"

Hosa looked at the burly man and said in a deep voice, "You lead the elite axemen to stand by on the right wing. If the enemy shows a flaw, you will immediately lead the troops to defeat them."

——Saxon Elite Axeman (one star).

This is another ace troop in Hosa's hands. They have no shields, only wear a set of half-body armor, and hold two-handed battle axes, which can easily break armor. They are very brave in frontal attacks and can tear through the enemy's defenses like a landslide. Even the Empire's field army can't stop them. Only the Eagle Flag Troops can stop them.

However, they also have obvious flaws, that is, they are afraid of archers and like to charge without authorization.

The two brothers rarely used this unit because their own casualties were also very heavy. They were considered the main elite troops who exchanged their lives for their own and fought in tough battles.

Before charging, they would let out a terrifying war cry, and then charge forward mindlessly. They would hardly flee unless nearly half of their men were killed or injured.

From God's perspective.

Duncan's expression was extremely solemn. He said in a deep voice, "The enemy's elite troops are approaching!"

"Let Kulin prepare to meet the enemy."

in the projection screen.

Two elite troops marked with one star are on the move, one is the Saxon Guards Regiment, and the other is the Saxon Elite Axemen. Although their numbers are not large, they put a lot of pressure on people. Even from a distance, one can feel the aura of battle-hardened veterans.

"Come with me!"

Duncan took the lead and rushed out directly from the south gate, followed closely by more than 30 riders, looking also very imposing.

——British General Guard (High Morale) (Decisive Moment) (General Incentive) (One Star)!

These elite riders are all well-equipped and highly skilled.

They were the combined knights of Duncan and Duke Dintagill's guards. Unlike the cavalry charge led by Duke Dintagill, their morale was so high that it was about to explode under Duncan's encouragement.

On the hillside not far away, Hossa's face changed instantly.

"What are they going to do?"

They were clearly the attacking side and had the advantage in troop numbers, so why did the enemy's general's guards suddenly rush out?

Not good!

Hossa seemed to realize something and laughed in anger, "Madman! Arrogant!"

"You actually want to behead me?!"

Take the enemy general's head in the midst of thousands of troops!
Duncan's behavior was too abnormal. A team of elite cavalry rushed out and headed straight for the enemy's flag, which clearly showed that they wanted to kill the general and seize the flag.

Throughout history, it is almost impossible for anyone to do this unless he is a strong man who is extremely confident in his own military power!

"Protect the Chief!"

The chief's guards on the side shouted and summoned dozens of Saxon pirate riders.

The infantry couldn't catch up at all.

At this time, unless Horsa took the initiative to avoid and hide under the protection of the army, only the cavalry could intercept this general's guard with the momentum of a dragon.

Horsa didn't want to hide, as his retreat would have a huge impact on morale.

"Send over the escort cavalry and auxiliary cavalry! There are only about thirty of them!"

"Stop them."

Just as Horsa was mobilizing the cavalry, suddenly, at the edge of the battlefield, teams of soldiers rushed out from the woods. The British legion in front was holding large shields and javelins in their hands.

Reinforcements?!
Cheers came from the direction of the city gate. The new force joining the battlefield greatly boosted the morale of the defenders.

"Cover the right wing!"

"Spearmen and shieldmen, form up, archers, get ready."

Horsa, a veteran of battle, decisively changed his formation to meet the enemy. He pressed forward with his elite Saxon axemen, intending to use them to overwhelm the reinforcements after the initial clash. The British Legion's first wave of javelins dealt immense damage, and the elite axemen, without shields, were unable to block it, forcing them to charge in for close combat.

But that's it.

The general's guards led by Duncan have collided with the Saxon pirate riders who came to intercept them!
kill!

Duncan, lance in hand, led the way, looking up to the sky and roaring, "Form a wedge!"

——Lance charge.

Blood spurts out!

The war horses wailed!

Duncan held his lance horizontally, and at the moment of collision with the enemy, he stabbed the Saxon pirate rider's commander to death on the spot. Then he swung his lance and swept it hard. With amazing brute force, he knocked another pirate rider off his horse. The enemy was instantly trampled to death by the general's guards who followed closely behind.

The wedge formation is an extremely offensive formation, usually led by the most elite cavalry, with the number of people in each column increasing, forming a triangular offensive formation.

This formation has a strong frontal impact, which can quickly penetrate the enemy's formation and disrupt the enemy's formation command. However, the wedge formation has high mobility but weak defensive capabilities. If the first wave fails to open a gap, the flanks may be surrounded and severely damaged by the enemy.

This battle!
Duncan personally led the charge! He was like a sharp knife, slashing a bloody path in the instant the two armies collided. With a simple stab, a Saxon pirate rider was stabbed to death. Wherever he went, war horses neighed and enemy cavalry fled. He was simply unstoppable!

The general's guards who followed closely behind quickly expanded the victory. The enemy's formation was in complete chaos. After being penetrated by Duncan's troops, nearly a hundred pirate riders were torn in the middle and could not organize any decent resistance.

War horses are galloping.

Duncan picked up a Saxon pirate rider with a spear in his hand, and the spear tip pierced the enemy's chest. Blood spurted out of the enemy's mouth. He raised the enemy's body above the horse's head and threw it several meters away.

On the distant hillside, Horsa's expression was filled with horror.

Is that human being?
It's not like he had never seen a German berserker with supernatural powers, but this was the first time he had encountered a man as fierce as Duncan.

He is now in a dilemma, neither retreating nor charging forward.

"Assemble!"

Duncan stopped a few hundred meters away from the enemy commander and fought head-on. Nearly a hundred Saxon pirate riders were defeated. Duncan killed more than ten of them without even taking off the bow of Norden. He relied entirely on his amazing personal strength and the lord's armor stripped from Duke Dingtagir to easily crush these enemies.

His fighting power after putting on armor is too strong!
Duncan hardly needed to defend himself. He shot and killed more than ten people one by one.

The setting sun is like blood.

On the other side of the hillside, the general's guards behind Duncan regrouped. Only 28 people were left out of the original -odd riders, and several of them were injured, but they were still extremely fierce and followed closely behind.

This scene even made Hossa feel a little scared.

He urgently mobilized troops to guard his left and right, and at the same time assembled the chief's guards and set up a defensive formation in front of him.

"Come with me!"

Duncan raised his spear high, shouted, and went around to the enemy from the right. His God's perspective allowed him to capture any flaws in the enemy's formation. The defensive formation arranged in front of the enemy could not stop him at all. It was enough for these cavalrymen to take a detour of a few hundred meters.

"Chief, let's withdraw the central army." The personal guard rider beside him whispered.

The pressure Duncan brought to them was really too great!
With one charge, they defeated the pirate riders who were three times their number. They had never seen such brave knights.

The wind was howling and the war horses were galloping.

Duncan led 28 cavalrymen to regroup, targeting Horsa's chief guard.

"go!"

Hossa finally retreated. He had the advantage in terms of military strength, and as long as he could continue to fight the enemy, victory would eventually belong to him.

His 5,000-man army might seem like a lot, but in a densely packed formation, it could fit on a single playground. The battlefield outside Exeter was divided into teams ranging from dozens to hundreds of men. As soon as his chieftain's guards moved, the surrounding central forces began to gather, hoping to intercept the enemy's charge with human wave tactics.

Among the crowd, an enemy unit wearing plain clothes and covered in tattoos approached.

——Germanic priests.

Duncan immediately noticed the movement of the target. A priest in the crowd was approaching them. He took out the bow of Norden and shot the priest to death with one arrow.

Although the spellcasting ability of the Medieval Era is very weak, Duncan still has to be on guard against it.

The enemies in the distance were shocked!
Hosa seemed to remember something. Duncan rushed so fiercely just now that he thought the other party was going to force his way into the formation and kill him. Now seeing Duncan holding a bow, he immediately realized that it would not be so difficult for the enemy to kill him.

shoot with great precision!

Duncan charged forward alone, locking onto his target with his God's perspective. Twenty-eight riders followed closely behind him, protecting his two wings and covering him as he gradually approached the enemy.

Two hundred meters away.

Duncan put an arrow on his bow, and the arrow whistled, directly shooting an elite chief's guard off his horse.

Continuous shooting.

He didn't even need to hold the reins, his face was not red and he was not out of breath, he quickly pulled out the arrow and shot another arrow. Amid the warhorse's wail, Horsa's mount was severely damaged, the armor-piercing arrow pierced the horse's belly, and the fierce barbarian chief fell off the horse in an instant, then he groaned and turned over, pulled off the chief's personal guard next to him, and tried to climb onto the horse again.

At this moment, Horsa was really scared!

The enemy had a strong bow in his hand and was an archer as skilled as a god, overlooking the entire battlefield like an eagle. He was still shot even though he was surrounded by many chiefs and guards. This was beyond his previous understanding of war!
Can war be fought like this?
Due to this delay, the general's guards led by Duncan immediately caught up with the enemy. More than ten chiefs' guards turned their horses around and fought to the death to cover their retreat. Others used their bodies as a wall to protect Hosa, and the general's guards also rushed forward, using their flesh and blood to carve a bloody path for Duncan.

They are the personal guards of this era, and they can even give their lives to the general on the battlefield.

"He's out of arrows?"

Horse hooves.

Hossa, who was trying to escape, suddenly found that Duncan raised his bow but had no arrow. He quickly realized that this was an opportunity and ordered his men to prepare for a counterattack and surround and kill Duncan who was riding alone deep into the enemy's territory.

At this time, Duncan had already rushed into the enemy camp with his superb riding skills, and the general guards closest to him were dozens of meters away.

Hosa turned his horse around, and more than ten elite chieftain guards rushed forward.

so many people.

Even if Duncan was a god, he would be stabbed to death by their guns!
——Arrow of the Wind!

The invisible wind was roaring, and Duncan's mana bar was instantly drained.

Under Horsa's incredulous gaze, Duncan's bow was drawn like a full moon, and something seemed to be gathering on the empty bowstring.

"No! I fell into a trap!"

The wind was howling.

Surrounded by the chief's guards, Hossa's body was stiff, and a bloody hole had appeared out of thin air on his forehead. The wind arrow had directly pierced his head.

There was a commotion among the chiefs' guards around.

Duncan drew out the sword of the Oathkeeper and cut off the enemy's spear with one sword. Then he roared and chopped off a head with a hideous and horrified expression.

"Protect the general!"

The twenty-one cavalry general's guards fought desperately, and several of them fell off their horses one after another, but they finally rushed to his side and guarded Duncan on both sides.

The setting sun is weeping blood, and the wind is as sharp as a blade.

Duncan lifted Horsa's head with his spear, looked at the battlefield in the distance where fierce fighting was still going on, and let out a terrifying roar!

"The enemy general is dead! Why don't you surrender quickly?"

Behind Duncan, there were gusts of strong wind. The only sixteen remaining riders stood there covered in blood, their horses neighing, and everyone was injured. They were as imposing as tigers, like killer gods from hell.

The entire battlefield was in deathly silence.

There was then thunderous cheers and commotion. Countless Saxon soldiers looked at Horsa's head being lifted up by a spear and quickly lost their fighting spirit.

This scene is destined to be passed down as a myth in the British Isles!

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(End of this chapter)