Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 45: Barbarian Foreign Legion! (+ additional chapters)

Isle of Wight.

The Isle of Wight has not been developed much at present. The Saxon pirates have only two or three hundred troops stationed here, and there are basically no elite troops.

The only troublesome thing is that there is a small military fortress built by the empire on it.

From God's perspective.

Duncan observed the enemy and knew at a glance that the battle was a sure win.

Because there is only one two-star unit in the entire Isle of Wight, marked as "Saxon Pirate Chieftain", and the others are basically blank, and there are only three one-star combat units.

"They're all militiamen, the elderly, the weak, and even injured and disabled pirates?"

call out.

Duncan found an opportunity to shoot an arrow, killing the two-star pirate leader on the battlement. He then sent the captured Saxon pirates to persuade them to surrender. Within half an hour, the Saxon pirates surrendered. There was no other way for them to refuse to surrender. The wall of this small military fortress was only three meters high, about the height of a floor, and it was easy to climb over it.

"Leave one hundred men to guard the prisoners."

Duncan decisively led his army back to Southampton. The battle went so smoothly that the army regrouped in the afternoon and prepared to besiege the Portchester Fortress in Portsmouth.

This is a military fortress renovated by the Roman Empire in the third century, and was previously used to defend against invasions by Saxon pirates.

"This is a tough battle!..."

Duncan looked at the military fortress in front of him and decisively ordered to siege but not attack. He had no siege equipment and was not very confident of a strong attack.

It is possible to capture the gates of a town, but it is difficult to capture a military fortress.

Because this military fortress was not very large, the slightest movement would be enough to react to it. Moreover, the enemy had high walls and Duncan would be easily surrounded and attacked if he sneaked in. This military fortress also had many shooting towers on all sides. The cost of a strong attack would be very high, and many lives would be lost at the beginning.

Severus observed for a while and said in a deep voice: "Why not try to persuade them to surrender?"

About a thousand people?

Can you persuade them to surrender?

Duncan pondered for a moment and said, "Wait a moment, until the main force gathers."

"It creates a psychological pressure on them that they are outnumbered."

"And then persuade them to surrender!"

Duncan carefully observed the enemy troops from his bird's-eye view and discovered that they all had three negative indicators: "Shaken Morale," "Continuous Defeat," and "Encountering a Strong Enemy." Some of the enemies looking directly at Duncan displayed negative effects like "Fear" and "Demonstration," likely due to the psychological trauma left on Duncan by the previous defeated deserters.

His troops arrived one after another, and even the surrendered Saxon vassal troops were driven to the front of the fortress.

These Saxon vassal troops went hungry for a whole day and only had a full meal before arriving at the Portchester Fortress. Most of their equipment had been removed, and the vassal troops only had shields and weapons. The British Legion was behind them, and there was also a small team of elite supervisors to support them.

Duncan has captured too many prisoners now, and it is not easy to suppress them. If he really launches a strong attack, he must first drive the vassal army to attack the city and consume the enemy.

If he were not now famous and legendary among the Germanic barbarians, it would be very difficult to recruit these captives.

at this time.

The vassal commander Duncan had appointed earlier rushed over. He was breathless, his face full of awe, and he knelt on one knee and said, "Sir."

"Let me persuade them to surrender!"

you go?

Duncan looked down at the elite Saxon spearman before him. He didn't even know his name. Under Duncan's pressure, the vassal commander gritted his teeth and raised his head, saying, "Most of those stationed in this fortress are Jutes."

“They may not be willing to defend to the death.”

Now that the brothers Henges and Horsa were dead, the Jutes were leaderless and had to submit to either the Angle or the Saxon chieftain.

If the Jutes did not stand in line, they would all be destroyed sooner or later.

Duncan looked down at the other man from his horse for a moment and asked in a deep voice, "What's your name?"

The elite Saxon spearman said, "Galaven, sir."

Duncan nodded and said, "If you can persuade him to surrender, I will knight you as Lord of Southampton!"

Galaven's face lit up with joy, and he immediately led his men forward to persuade them to surrender.

Duncan waited a moment.

call out!
A burst of sharp arrows shot out from the city wall and hit Galavan's shield directly. It seemed that the attempt to persuade him to surrender had failed.

Galavan led his men back in embarrassment.

However, this guy's expression actually revealed a hint of joy. He came back to Duncan's side, looked around, and said in a deep voice, "Sir. It's done."

Ok?
If Duncan was not mistaken just now, this guy was almost shot to death by the archer, why did he suddenly say it was successful.

Galavan whispered, "My people are inside the fortress."

"Just now, when I was close to the city wall, I communicated with them using code words and hand gestures."

"They will definitely find a chance to open the city gate tonight."

So sure?
Duncan had a skeptical expression. He observed through the God's perspective and actually found that there were a small number of neutral targets in the enemy army, and they were all one-star marked units.

——Saxon Elite Spearman (1 Star) [Neutral].

Among a large number of red hostile-marked targets, these three or five neutral-marked units are very eye-catching.

Galavan quickly said, "Sir, please trust me once!"

"I guarantee it with my life!"

"If there is any unusual movement tonight, my lord, send men to seize the city gate immediately."

If there was no God's perspective, Duncan really couldn't believe him, because this guy was almost shot to death just now. But now, Duncan didn't mind waiting.

Night falls.

Galavan appeared composed on the surface, but secretly he was incredibly nervous. He had his head held high. If he didn't react tonight, Duncan might have him beheaded tomorrow morning.

But Duncan knew that things were stable.

Because after nightfall, those neutrally marked units quietly gathered for a while, and then transformed into green-marked units.

Immediately afterwards, they split up and another twenty or thirty people became neutral units.

It was approaching midnight.

From a God's perspective, these neutral units quickly gathered secretly, and after killing several Saxon spearmen, they all turned into green-marked units.

"attack!"

"Capture the city gate!"

As soon as these insiders took action, Duncan immediately commanded his army to attack. As a cavalry unit accelerated into the city, the British legion following closely behind soon seized control of the east gate.

Gallagher led more than ten people to charge and support. After killing more than ten people, he joined forces with the internal support. These Saxon spearmen and shieldmen knelt on one knee to express their submission.

Duncan's reputation is so great in the British Isles!
Now is the time for those who know the times to be wise. He is of Roman descent, and the Romans have always had a tradition of recruiting barbarian mercenaries. If Duncan was a traditional Celtic lord, they might not surrender so easily.

As we all know, the orthodoxy of the empire lies in the barbarians, and the barbarian mercenaries are guarding the last bit of glory of the empire!
At this time, the enemy had suffered a large-scale defeat.

Duncan led a team of cavalry to charge and kill a Saxon commander who was hastily assembling his troops, and quickly captured most of the military fortress.

Only then did he have time to look at Galaven and the people behind him.

Five or six of these people are actually one-star units.

This means that although they are not from aristocratic warrior families, they have put in a lot of effort to be trained into one-star elite spearmen and shieldmen. Perhaps there were veterans among their fathers, which means there is a certain family heritage.

Duncan stopped his horse and praised, "Very good."

"You've performed well. As agreed, I will knight you!"

But at this moment, Galavan shook his head and led everyone to kneel on one knee in front of Duncan. This elite barbarian even cut his palm with a dagger and swore in blood, "My lord!"

"Please allow us to become your foreign legion!"

"In the name of Odin!"

"We will be your sword and shield! Your most loyal followers!"

This is?

They want to be my barbarian mercenaries?!
Romans were Romans, and Britons were Britons.

Galavan understood this very clearly.

They were not defeated by the weak Britons, but by the most courageous new lord of the empire. Considering the barbarians' unruly nature, they admired Duncan as a person, but they were not convinced of losing to the British Legion, and they looked down on Duke Dintagill even more.

If Lord Duncan were to command them, they could directly destroy the entire British island head-on!
History is passed down.

Since the end of the third century AD, barbarian mercenaries have guarded the empire's territory and defeated the empire's powerful enemies time and time again.

They have a bad reputation and like to burn, kill and loot, but their loyalty is not low!

At least better than the later Guards.

According to the tradition after the imperial military reform, an Eagle Banner Legion must have a large number of barbarian mercenaries under it. The Jutes are also a branch of the Germanic barbarians. Why can't they seize the opportunity to become Lord Duncan's barbarian mercenary legion?

British?

He was just a defeated enemy of theirs.

Galaven's purpose was very clear. That damn Duke Dingtagir was almost hacked to death by them several times.

Barbarians only respect the bravest warriors!
All they had to do was to draw a clear line with the British, get rid of their status as lowly vassal troops, and directly become another armed force under Duncan's command.

——Barbarian foreign mercenary corps!
With hundreds of years of tradition, and Duncan being of Roman descent, this gentleman would not fail to understand the meaning of this.

“This guy is a talent!”

Duncan also thought of this at this moment. He looked down at Galavan in front of him, pondered for a moment, drew the Oathkeeper from his waist, placed it on the other's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "In the name of the Norse gods!"

"I accept your allegiance!"

"very good."

"From today on, you will be the leader of the foreign mercenaries."

"I allow you to recruit reliable men from among the prisoners."

Duncan's words fell.

The identities of Galavan and others changed immediately. They were no longer captives, nor were they vassal troops. Instead, they became the "barbarian foreign mercenary corps"!
These people became an independent third armed force.

They have nothing to do with the forces on the British Isles, and they don't care about Duke Dintagill at all. They are only loyal to Duncan!
Galavan made the right bet this time.

He quickly became the commander of the legion, second only to Kveto, Clegane and others.

The Germanic barbarians were truly unruly and they completely looked down on the weak Britons, but they could completely accept being asked to pledge allegiance to the lord of the empire, an extremely powerful military commander.

Galavan placed all his hopes on being loyal to Duncan.

The boomerang of history hits again, and the legitimacy of the empire really lies with the barbarians!
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(End of this chapter)