Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 64: Fran Messenger!
A heavy rain fell.

Just as Duncan was about to lead his army to look for an opportunity to fight, a sudden heavy rain forced him to suspend the offensive. The road conditions in Gaul at that time were extremely bad. Once it rained, the roads would be muddy everywhere. The bad news was that the cavalry would be greatly affected. The good news was that the Huns' cavalry would be even more affected.

In such heavy rainy weather, the Huns basically would not take any action. Their army was stationed in a place called Baron, which had been massacred by Attila half a month ago.

"If a battle begins after a rainstorm, we must carefully observe the terrain. Cavalry charging into battle can easily become bogged down in the mud."

"Then he was surrounded and hacked to death by the infantry."

In the early years, the empire fought against thousands of elite heavy cavalry from Sarmatia. They and their horses were stuck in the mud and could not get up at all.

The general guards under Duncan were all heavy cavalry, while the others were basically light cavalry.

The good news is that the Hun cavalry archers can no longer ride horses. In a shootout, the Welsh archers under Duncan still have a slight advantage. If they switch from cavalry bows to foot bows, they will not be able to defeat the orthodox infantry archers.

There were footsteps outside the tent.

Clegane walked in quickly, wiped the rain off his face, knelt on one knee and said, "My lord."

"The Franks' messengers have arrived."

Ok?
Duncan looked up in confusion. He didn't expect the news to spread so quickly. He had just defeated a group of Hun raiders the day before yesterday, and today, an envoy from the Franks came.

Triss, the Raven Queen, took a step forward, stood beside Duncan, and asked softly, "Whose messenger is this?"

The Raven Queen Triss knew better than Duncan the power of the indigenous chiefs.

Clegane replied, "Merovice's messenger."

Upon hearing the other party's words, Raven Queen Triss signaled Clegane to call someone in later and introduced him to Duncan: "Merovice is the son of Clodio. His father once defeated the Empire's legions."

"He is the current leader of the Salian Franks."

The later Merovingian dynasty was founded by his son.

Merovingian was later deified in history and was considered the son of the sea god. As for now, he is still a barbarian leader who relies on his father's wealth. It was not until the end of the Battle of Chalons that he truly rose to prominence.

This guy is very smart!

After the Battle of Chalons, he took over the territory that previously belonged to Rome as the Roman Governor of Belgium, and then fully imitated the Roman system, took off the label of barbarian, and established an early feudal state.

His son Childeric I also inherited his father's career. He was both the king of the Franks and the governor of the Roman province of Belgium. Compared with other barbarians, he could use the name of the provincial governor to "serve Rome to punish rebellion". In the process of his early rise, he joined forces with Roman warlords to destroy other barbarian tribes.

Does it feel a little familiar?
That's right.

This is the rise script that Anya prepared for Duncan, but there is more than one smart person. For Melovi to think of this, there must be an expert behind the scenes giving him guidance.

But there is no room for two people on one track!

Duncan is currently serving as the Governor of the British province and will also serve as the King of Britain in the future. Therefore, from his own interests, Merovingian will be a potential competitor of Duncan in the future. However, during the Battle of Chalons, he still needs to cooperate with the leader of the Franks.

After all, the Franks had an elite force, and Merovingian relied on this army to achieve great feats in the Battle of Chalons and successfully became the governor of the Gaul-Belgian province.

Although Duncan didn't know much at the time, he understood a lot of things after the introduction of Triss, the Queen of Ravens.

understood.

The father of the future founding monarch of the Frankish Kingdom.

Anyone who knows about the Hundred Years' War between England and France should know that if the British wanted to march into the European continent, the first place to fight was France.

"An opponent who needs cooperation now, but will have to be fought against in the future!"

Duncan suddenly realized that there was nothing new in history.

You see, the numerous barbarian tribes now united to aid the empire against the Huns, much like the Eighteen Warlords' campaign against Dong Zhuo. After this battle, the Visigothic Kingdom, which had the greatest contributions, commanded immense power, and its Gothic heavy cavalry became as renowned as the Western Liang Iron Cavalry. Other participants also gained their own merits, fame, and status. Merovingian, thanks to this battle, secured the provincial governorship of Belgian Gaul, and his son, leveraging this position, quickly rose to prominence, eventually becoming king himself.

The only difference is probably that the empire's orthodoxy lies with the barbarians, and the barbarian commander gained more qualifications and military merits in this battle.

By the way, the father of the Protector Aetius had barbarian ancestry.

Duncan quickly made a decision and said in a deep voice, "Bring someone in."

It didn't take long.

A burly man with disheveled hair and tattoos walked in. The Franks hadn't yet fully Romanized, and some still dressed like barbarians. The messenger looked somewhat arrogant. Standing inside the tent, he looked up at Duncan and said, "I am the messenger of Merovingian, the leader of the Franks."

"Lord Merovingian hopes that you will obey his command and cooperate with our army to march to Aurelinia (i.e., Orleans)."

The Franks now looked down upon the British.

Because the Britons suffered greatly from the Saxons, and the Saxons were defeated by them and went directly to sea, which was equivalent to being defeated by the defeated enemy.

As a result, Duncan was also looked down upon by the envoy, even though Duncan had gained considerable fame recently.

Duncan almost laughed when he heard it.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and a terrifying murderous aura enveloped the tent, making the Frankish envoy in front of him feel a chill. The next second, he suddenly trembled all over and collapsed to the ground.

——Fearful Gaze (Special Ability)!
At this moment, the Frankish envoy seemed to see rolling heads, mountains of corpses and seas of blood. The illusion made him sweat all over. He didn't know what was happening, but he felt as if he was facing a giant dragon in Norse mythology.

Because only the pressure of the dragon can make the barbarian warriors lose the courage to fight.

Duncan sat in the main seat, his expression half-smiled as he asked, "Me? Follow Merovich's orders?"

"Why isn't he obeying my orders?"

The position of head coach cannot be given up.

Even if he was leading an army alone, he would not obey orders from others.

The Frankish envoy gritted his teeth and mustered up the courage to look directly into Duncan's eyes. But the next second his voice trembled as he stammered, "Yes... yes!..."

"We have six thousand warriors...all of them are the elite troops of the Franks!..." At this time, the Franks had not yet annexed Gaul, especially had not absorbed the exiled Bagaudas, so their army was not large, just slightly stronger than other barbarians.

At their peak, the Germanic barbarians had more than a hundred tribes, but they gradually merged with each other and disappeared.

Only six thousand people!

This time, not only Duncan laughed, but also Clegane, Edmondson, Carl and others in the tent laughed.

Six thousand men dared to come here and show off their power? Were they to obey Merovice's command?
When Duncan rose to prominence, wasn’t he able to defeat the enemy with fewer troops?
In their view, the 6,000 Frankish troops were about the same as the 5,000-6,000 Saxon troops of the Kingdom of Kent. In reality, the difference in infantry wasn't that great, but the Frankish cavalry was indeed much stronger, and the Frankish axe-throwing infantry was a bit more powerful, making them more formidable than the Saxon elite axemen.

Duncan's expression was indifferent. He tapped his fingers lightly on the table and said in a deep voice, "We can cooperate."

"Just obey his orders."

After saying this, Duncan waved his hand, signaling Triss, the Raven Queen, to take out the imperial emperor's appointment document and hand it to the barbarian envoy in front of him, saying, "I am the governor of the British province."

"According to the imperial tradition, Merovice should obey my orders!"

The Frankish envoy looked at him doubtfully. He couldn't understand it at all, but he felt that the other party was so tough, it must be true.

Provincial Governor.

This is a frontier official of the empire, whose status is slightly higher than that of the barbarian king.

It looks like there's no hope.

Merovingian sent the envoy just to give it a try, wanting to see if he could swallow up the reinforcements coming from the British Isles. This way, his strength would be further strengthened, and he would have a certain say in the future decisive battle with the Hun army, and even win a share of military merit.

He also needs military achievements to prove himself and subdue other barbarian chiefs. After all, his current record is far inferior to his father's.

Come here.

How could Duncan let the Frankish envoy get away so easily?

He clapped his hands, and soon servants brought wine and delicious food. He no longer had the arrogance he had at the beginning, but instead personally entertained the Frankish envoys.

A reputation for bravery is still very useful.

The Frankish envoy was immediately flattered, and even felt that he was wrong at the beginning and did not put himself in the right position, which made Lord Duncan unhappy. He should have been a little more humble in his attitude towards such a famous and powerful man.

After three rounds of drinking.

Duncan looked at the French envoy in front of him and suddenly said, "My scout cavalry discovered a large Hun army near Paris."

"About four or five thousand people."

"Among them are quite a few Hun cavalry units, and some are vassal troops of the Ostrogoths and Alans."

"How about we band together and eat them all!?"

Duncan's troops were too few.

It is not very difficult to defeat the enemy, but it is very difficult to wipe out the enemy completely.

It just so happened that the Franks had an elite cavalry unit that they had accumulated over decades of experience. They had one or two thousand cavalrymen under their command, but it was unknown how many they had brought out this time.

If there are only 6,000 people, there should be only a cavalry unit of about 1,000 people.

They can't come out in droves.

The Fran envoy looked hesitant and said hesitantly, "I'm afraid I'll have to go back and ask Lord Merovitz about this!"

The stakes are high.

He, as a messenger, could not make a decision, even if he was the leader's confidant.

But Duncan stood up and said, "It's too late. Delaying too long will delay the opportunity to fight. The Huns come and go like the wind. If we miss the opportunity, it will be even more difficult to annihilate them."

He took the French messenger to the door of the tent.

Suddenly, Duncan pointed to the distant stronghold gate and asked, "How far is this from the camp gate?"

The Farlan envoy looked puzzled and whispered, "About three hundred steps."

The Roman rifle's stride was usually 0.75 meters, or about meters, which exceeded the effective range of many war bows.

The West didn't have a halberd at this time, so Duncan thought for a moment and said, "Someone come."

"Take the Fran flying axe and nail it to the gate."

Duncan smiled, picked up the Norden Bow beside him, looked at the Farlan envoy in front of him and said, "How about this."

"In the name of Odin."

"If I strike the handle of the Flan's axe, the gods will bless us with victory! Merovingian will join us in destroying the Hunnic raiders!"

"If it doesn't hit."

"Let's forget about this. I will lead the army alone to fight those Huns."

what? !

When the Fran envoy heard Duncan's words, he was stunned for a moment. He looked at the axe handle that was only two fingers wide, and then looked in the direction of the camp gate, with a look of doubt.

At this time, the wind and rain outside gradually subsided, but there was still a wisp of mountain breeze, and the difficulty of hitting the target was self-evident.

People in this era were still very superstitious. In the name of Odin, if he really hit the target, it would either mean that Duncan was the best archer in the world, or that the gods were giving him guidance in the dark.

No matter which one it is, we will win this battle!
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(End of this chapter)