Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 39: Destroy the enemy with overwhelming force!
Although Horsa died, the battle did not end immediately.

He still had several elite troops under his command. Even though their chief was beheaded, they were still able to fight to the death and even find a way to lead the troops to retreat.

At this time, the gap between the elite troops and other troops is clear at a glance!

The morale of the second- and third-rate Saxon lancers, Saxon pirates, and Saxon light infantry collapsed almost immediately, and they began to flee the battlefield in droves. However, the Saxon personal guard, which was originally in a state of stranglehold at the city gate, was able to organize a large number of people, leaving a group to cover the rear while the others retreated bit by bit.

They even gathered the remaining cavalry and snatched back Hosa's headless body!
A real warrior.

They still remembered to snatch the coach's body at this time. They were a group of people who were completely reckless. Duncan, who had just fought a fierce battle, had to lead the general's guards to temporarily avoid the attack.

Duncan made it happen for them.

He ordered the general's guards to leave the battlefield to rest, while he himself rode alone, changed horses, and galloped away, wielding a Norden bow, he shot and killed five or six of the chief's elite guards in quick succession. After the enemy suffered over a dozen casualties, they finally loaded Horsa's headless body onto their horses, and then the remaining defeated troops hastily retreated with the chief's body.

Want Horsa's body?
Trade your life for it!

Duncan's purpose was very clear from the beginning, and these royal guards and chieftain guards actually dared to risk their lives, which made Duncan look up to them.

The enemy has suffered a massive defeat.

Almost all of the targets showed white flags, with special negative statuses such as "fear", "ghost", and "encountering a strong enemy" appearing on the troops' markings.

However, the enemy still has a unit fighting hard.

——Saxon elite axeman!
It was not known whether this unit had finished its battle cry and entered a frenzy. Even though it had suffered nearly 30% casualties, it still fought desperately, causing considerable damage to Kveto's British Legion.

Duncan rode up on horseback.

The Norden bow in his hand was drawn like a full moon, and a sharp arrow broke through the air and directly hit the most conspicuous enemy unit.

——The Beheader - Isolde (two-star silver-gray) (Blood of the Giant) (Fighter Champion) [Thor Warrior]!
Giant's Blood?!
This was the second enemy Duncan encountered who was suspected of possessing special bloodline powers. The previous one was the Priory Temple, and the symbol of the Priory Temple at that time was the "Blood of the Holy Grail".

This guy is simply like a human killing machine. He can seriously injure the enemy with a single blow, and even kill the British Legion infantry with their shields!
His strength is amazing!

Duncan shot an arrow into the opponent's chest. The beheader - Isolde groaned, broke the arrow directly, then roared, swung the heavy beheading axe, and repelled more than ten people in a row, and actually ran all the way towards Duncan to kill him.

He is brave, but his brain is not very good!

He must have gone berserk.

How could Duncan be caught up by him while riding a horse? He slowly put the arrow on the bow again. The sharp arrow whistled and the armor-piercing arrow pierced through the armor on his body and directly penetrated the lung lobe, causing the barbarian warrior to stagger and soon he could not run anymore.

Continuous shooting.

Duncan fired five arrows in succession before he finally killed the guy. The opponent's chest was full of arrows. With his last breath, as if it was a last gasp, he let out a roar full of unwillingness, and finally fell to his knees with a thud.

Duncan stepped forward, picked up the beheading axe, chopped off the head of Isolde the Beheader, then held it high and rushed to the front of the Saxon elite axeman.

This time, Horsa's last elite army was completely defeated.

The soldiers in the town rushed out and began to chase the enemy. Quveto also led everyone in the pursuit, panting. In fact, it is best to use cavalry to chase the fleeing soldiers. Chasing two people on two legs will make everyone exhausted, and they may be easily killed in return.

Unfortunately, Duncan did not have many cavalry under his command, and Duke Dintagill was a poor man, and his cavalry's fortune was almost gone.

Among the many forces in Britain, only the leader Uther has a dragon flag cavalry under his command.

The results of this battle were extremely brilliant!

If there was any regret, it was that there was no decent light cavalry to chase the fleeing enemy, causing many elite Saxon troops to escape.

Nearly half of the general's guards were killed, and Duncan did not allow them to continue the pursuit.

Jill died in battle.

This young British knight's squire was knocked off his horse by the Saxon chief's guards and was only found when the bodies were being collected. The body had been trampled beyond recognition by the war horses.

"A generous burial!"

Duncan took a look, then turned his gaze and surveyed the entire battlefield.

Although we won this battle, the price we paid was not small.

Cullen was stabbed three times, but he still fought bravely, killing five members of the Saxon personal guard in a row, and managed to stabilize the city gate defense line by himself. When he was finally rescued by the British Legion, he was already seriously injured. This Gallic warrior knelt on one knee at the foot of the city gate with his hands on the sword, and his armor was soaked with blood.

If Duncan had not killed Horsa, he would probably have died under the siege of the Saxon Guards.

After Clegane notified Kvetor to join the battle, he rode alone to catch up with Duncan and others, and with three Sarmatian riders guarding him, he charged all the way. He was stabbed in the abdomen and bleeding profusely. He tore off his armor, bandaged it simply, and charged into the battle again to kill the enemy. Until Duncan killed Horsa, he and another person were the only Sarmatian riders left alive.

Another man was seriously injured and had his arm broken. His right arm was cut off by a long knife by the Saxon chieftain's guard. He held the knife in his left hand and made a desperate attempt, stabbing the elite chieftain's guard to death.

Kveto was the least injured.

He was a new force that joined the battlefield later. He was just accidentally hit by a few arrows. It was not a big deal. They were all minor injuries. He would be fine after resting for half a month.

Duncan was also slightly injured.

I have to say that the damn Duke Dingtagir's lord armor is really good. Duncan was hit by three arrows, but he was fine as long as he protected his vital parts. With his current strong physical fitness, wearing this lord's heavy armor, he can probably still kill the enemy even if he is hit by more than ten arrows.

Duke Dingtagir was seriously injured and could not get up. The two most serious injuries were caused by arrows, one in the buttocks and the other in the lower back.

Severus and Quetzal began to gather their troops and clean up the battlefield.

Severus was not injured in this battle because he had broken two fingers and was not at the front. It was not suitable for him to perform transformation in this situation. His attention was all on Duncan so that he could rescue him at any time if there was any sudden accident.

We still have to rely on him for battlefield treatment, as the druids' herbal medicine skills are ahead of this era.

Exeter.

The British Legion escorted the captured enemies over. There was a sea of heads, all of whom had surrendered and were kneeling in rows on the bloody and muddy ground.

Duncan dismounted, looking murderous, picked up a cross axe, and walked up to a Saxon warrior.

"Surrender? Or die?"

He lifted the chin of this unruly legionnaire with his cross axe. The other party glared at Duncan with unwillingness and fear in his expression. This man was like a ghost. He killed Horsa in the midst of thousands of troops, making the unruly German warriors terrified.

He was struggling, wanting to surrender, but unable to let go of the pride of a German warrior.

puff!
Duncan didn't hesitate at all. He swung the cross axe expressionlessly and drove it directly into the opponent's head.

thump.

The body fell.

Duncan drew out his cross axe and walked up to the second man, an elite Saxon axeman. The man glared at Duncan and said in a hoarse voice, "I will not surrender!" Puff!
He didn't have the chance to say a second word as Duncan swung the cross axe and smashed it into his head.

This scene made everyone present tremble all over.

devil!

So cruel!

Only at the back of the crowd, a merchant who had hurried over with the army had a look of pity on his face and muttered quietly, "They are all top-quality slaves. At worst, they can be exchanged for ransom."

"Why kill them all like this?!"

Duncan walked up to the third man, an elite Saxon spearman and shieldman, with an expressionless face.

"I am willing to surrender!... I am willing to be loyal to you, sir!..." The elite Saxon spearman's voice trembled, he lowered his head tremblingly and knelt on the ground.

Duncan nodded calmly and walked over to the fourth person.

The man was hesitating, his expression struggling.

puff!
Duncan swung the cross axe and smashed it directly into his head.

This scene frightened the other person nearby to death. Before Duncan could even come over to ask, he knelt down on the ground in panic, lowered his head and said, "I am willing to surrender!"

There was dead silence on the temporary training ground.

Duncan questioned them one by one. At first, some people were unwilling to surrender, so he didn't say much nonsense. He just blew them off the head with an axe, and then his followers dragged the bodies away.

At first, every few people would rather die than surrender, then every dozen people would be stubborn and be hacked to death on the spot. Later, there were no longer even stubborn and hesitant people. Before Duncan came over, they hurriedly knelt down to express their submission.

Duncan questioned hundreds of Saxon captives one by one, and finally killed more than twenty of them on the spot!

Most of those who died later were because they hesitated and were stubborn, and then they had no chance to surrender.

Sonorous!

Under the gaze of the crowd, Duncan drew the Oathkeeper's longsword from his waist, raised it horizontally over the head of the elite Saxon spearman, and said in a deep voice, "In the name of God and the gods!"

"I, the Lord of Southampton, the man who shot the King of Kent and the leader of the British Legion who killed Horsa, accept your surrender!"

"You will not become lowly slaves. I respect your honor as warriors. You will be treated like servants!"

"From today on, you are their leader."

Duncan ignored the surprised and stunned Saxon elite spearman and waved his hand, ordering, "Come on, take them away!"

"Give them some food and water."

They couldn't eat enough, but they couldn't starve to death either. All their weapons and armor were removed, and everyone was detained and imprisoned, waiting for further reorganization, and then sent to the battlefield as a vassal army.

There was no such strong concept of nation in the Middle Ages.

A typical example is the Hun mercenaries, who helped the empire deal with the Hun elite cavalry when it was fighting the Scourge of God. The Saxon barbarians were transformed from a clan society, and the resources of their tribes were concentrated in the hands of the upper nobility.

It's a very simple analogy. You have fields, land, food, houses, horses, and servants. You usually party with a bunch of beauties, and most of the tribe's property belongs to you. When the war comes, you give me a shield, a spear, and a tattered leather armor, and then you let me rush to the front as cannon fodder.

When the time comes, it depends on whether I can chop you down or not!
That’s pretty much what it means.

There were also Saxons among the exiles recruited by Duncan, but they were of humble origins and were considered pariahs among the barbarians. They usually farmed and herded horses for the noble warriors, and were given some rubbish equipment during wars. They were the lowest-level Saxon spear and shield soldiers.

No matter whether they are Saxons or not, these exiles of Saxon descent are more brave than each other in killing barbarians!
As long as you can make their lives better, even the axe you swing on the battlefield will leave afterimages.

loyalty!

They live worse than a stray dog. Not to mention the Saxon chiefs, even the emperor of the empire, Augustus, would still dare to pick up knives and chop people.

Duncan recruited them in this way.

As for whether they can be used, we have to observe them. After all, they are prisoners who have just surrendered, so we have to use both kindness and force and screen them carefully.

——Valkyrie!

Unlike the previous situations, this time there were three Valkyries appearing at the same time.

One bird-wing gold helmet, two bird-wing silver helmets.

These three Valkyries were busy running around above the battlefield, and mortals were completely unaware of their existence. They pulled up the souls of the fallen warriors one by one, and then disappeared into the sky out of thin air.

There is no doubt that Valhalla’s performance today will be explosive!
"Is this too much for one person?"

"Called two helpers?"

Duncan took a few glances from a God's perspective and started to busy himself with his own affairs. The soldiers suffered heavy casualties, and he also wanted to comfort and appease them. He had to pretend that he could not sleep and eat with those ancient famous generals, and by the way, win over the hearts of the troops under Duke Dingtagir.

Although this battle was an epic victory, the casualties were still heavy. The British had too few elite troops, and at the critical moment they could only rely on human lives to withstand the enemy's attack.

If it weren't for Duncan's morale boost, the British Legion would have been defeated long ago.

The setting sun is like blood.

The three Valkyries were busy until nightfall before they collected the souls of the fallen warriors. As for Duncan, he didn't have time to rest and eat until midnight.

"I think there are nine Valkyries in the legend?"

"Are the others somewhere else?"

Duncan watched the Valkyries disappear from the God's perspective. The last Valkyrie with the bird-winged golden helmet stopped in mid-air, looked deeply in Duncan's direction, and then disappeared above the clouds.

For some reason, Duncan felt that the Valkyries' attitude towards him was different again!

At first, the Valkyrie was indifferent to him, but then she started paying more and more attention to him, and then she practically followed him everywhere. Now she even called for help, probably because she was almost too busy to handle it all by herself. Duncan was working on Valhalla's performance, and perhaps he also improved the Valkyrie's favorability a little bit.

Well, maybe so, but I’m not sure, after all, the people being attacked are people who believe in the Norse pantheon.

The Norse pantheon is a relatively loosely organized pantheon, with a subtle approach to the secular world. They place less value on ordinary people and more on warriors who died in battle. They are an elite group, with Valhalla being the core of the core. The earliest barbarian invaders of the empire, including the Eastern and Western Goths and the Franks, were all incited by the Church to revolt, and many converted to Christianity.

Those who died in battle were harvested promptly to avoid conversion to the church in the future.

The Valkyries are all very dedicated.

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(End of this chapter)