Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 74: Strangulation! Brutal Battle!
On the central battlefield.

The elite Huns led by the Scourge of God - Alati also took action.

Amidst the chaos, the Alans' king Sangis suddenly felt unable to move forward. He didn't know when the enemies fighting him were no longer the Hun nomads wearing light armor or even no armor, but teams of elite Hun armored cavalry.

The situation reversed almost instantly.

The Alans' assault cavalry suffered heavy casualties. One by one, the noble riders and the royal guards were strangled by the elite Huns. The top horse archers who guarded the Whip of God were still able to shoot accurately in the melee. The number of royal guards around Sangis was getting smaller and smaller. When more than 50 armored heavy cavalry finally rushed out, only more than ten people were left, and almost all of them were seriously injured.

Sangis fought bloody battles and was hit by more than ten arrows, the most dangerous of which hit his visor.

Forsaken by the gods.

The destiny is lost.

Duncan, who was observing the battlefield, suddenly understood what the two markings meant. During a round of charging, Sangis was seriously injured by arrows. It seemed as if he had lost the luck that a legendary hero should have. Even the Hun Condor Hero beside the Scourge of God didn't need to take action. Hundreds of elite cavalry archers were about to strangle him to death.

A hero without luck can only have a tragic ending!
A counterattack by the Hun Khan's personal guard broke through the Alanis assault cavalry, and the soldiers were fleeing everywhere. Even the morale of the German coalition in the rear was shaken, and the exiled Alanis monarch Sangis fell into heavy encirclement.

He roared to the sky, letting out a roar full of unwillingness, and then led the remaining seven guards to launch a final charge towards the flag of Attila, the Scourge of God!
tragic.

But the result was like a splash in the ocean. He couldn't break out of the encirclement, and didn't even see the vanguard of the Whip of God. He was shot into a hedgehog by the Hun cavalry archers who surrounded and strangled him on both sides. Sangis was hit by dozens of arrows and died suddenly along with the armored warhorse under his crotch.

On the central battlefield.

The Scourge of God - Attila had the eyes of an eagle and the back of a wolf. He raised his whip and pointed it at the imperial coalition forces in front of him. The next second, thunderous cheers and shouts rang out. The Hun army from all directions spontaneously gathered in the direction of his flag. Countless horses were galloping. A cavalry unit of nearly 50,000 people, with his elite guards as the spearhead, formed an extremely large wedge formation and approached.

He didn't even look at Sangis, and crushed the exiled Alans monarch to death as easily as stepping on an ant.

"Crush them!"

The Scourge of God - Attila's sharp eyes looked at the terrified German army in the center line. He keenly perceived the enemy's weakest point and directly sent the Hun Khan's personal guards, with armored heavy cavalry as the vanguard. Like a torrent of steel, they crushed the enemy.

——Attila (Scourge of God) (Emperor of the Huns) (Protection of All Spirits) (Invincible) (Legendary Commander) (Destroy the Holy Land) (Epic of Destiny) [Golden Skull Mark]!
——The Hun Royal Guard (survivors of a hundred battles) (two-star silver-gray).

——Hun Khan’s Personal Guards (survivors of a hundred battles) (two-star silver-gray).

——Hun’s Royal Guards of the Condor Heroes (survivors of a hundred battles) (two-star silver-gray).

A terrifying pressure came over me.

this moment.

When Duncan looked at the majestic army of Attila, the Scourge of God, he seemed to be hallucinating. He saw countless creatures wailing miserably, cities reduced to ashes, and the holy lands of the Alans, Sarmatians, Germans and other barbarians turned into a raging sea of fire!
No matter whether it was the barbarian army that resisted secularly or the supernatural monsters awakened by the curse of the sanctuary, they were all completely crushed by his Hun cavalry!
Duncan's mind moved slightly.

The figure of Attila, the Whip of God, was marked, and a special blood-red message emerged.

——"Heavenly Whip - Attila [Epic Mandate of Heaven] [Invincible] [Protection of All Spirits]: This emperor of the Hun Empire possesses unparalleled prestige. His presence has consolidated the scattered Hunnic tribes into a powerful nomadic empire!

His invincible achievements inspired countless Huns to fight to the death. The Huns would be willing to follow this scourge of God and fight to the end of the world!
At least until his first defeat, the assembled Hunnic tribes would never abandon him.

Even faiths higher than the secular world must rely on the legendary reputation of this epic figure. The Church dubbed him the "Scourge of Heaven," and the world believed him to be God's messenger of punishment for Europe. His very existence embodied a divinely appointed epic. Before his myth of invincibility was shattered, Attila, the Scourge of God, warded off all evil and was invulnerable to all attacks. His prestige was enough to make even the gods of the real world bow their heads!

The shamanic spirits will always protect him, even at the cost of fighting the gods!"

hiss.

This was the first time Duncan saw a unit marked with a golden skull. Even when the Raven Queen, Triss, went berserk, she was only marked with a bloody skull.

Horror!
As the central flag of Attila, the Scourge of God, fluttered forward, almost all nearby units showed the mark of "motivation". The range was so wide that it was jaw-dropping, almost covering the entire plain battlefield. Tens of thousands of Hun cavalry showed the mark of "high morale". Even the Gepid infantry who were blocked by the Imperial Eagle Legion and were in a tough battle showed the special mark of "rebuilding morale".

Shake the entire battle situation with the power of one person!

"The central army can't stop it."

Duncan could almost foresee the central army's defense line being crushed by a torrent of steel.

really.

As the elite central army of Attila, the Scourge of God, charged forward, the defense line of the German coalition was instantly shaky, and even the brave Saxons showed signs of wavering morale.

——Saxon Spear and Shield Legion (morale shaken) (horrified) (God's Whip) (the enemy is numerous and we are few)!
In an instant.

The wind and clouds changed color, the ground trembled and thunder roared. The Hun armored cavalry galloping at high speed were like a bolt of thunder. It was no longer a cavalry penetration tactic, but a giant hammer smashing down, crushing the first infantry defense line formed by the Saxons.

Almost at the moment of the collision, the center of the imperial coalition army began to collapse. The entire center line of defense was penetrated by the Hun cavalry!

Attila, the Scourge of God, used his supreme military might to directly use heavy cavalry to charge the infantry. Relying on his amazing tactical intuition, he did not hesitate to suffer casualties and forcibly broke through the center of the army like a rotten wood. He killed through the defense line of the Imperial Coalition from the middle, almost completely splitting it in two.

The central army was completely defeated.

The mountains and plains were littered with the corpses of the German army. Tens of thousands of infantry corps were directly defeated and kept retreating to the rear.

"Is that how heavy cavalry is used?"

"God's Whip - Attila wants a quick victory?!"

Duncan looked up at the sky at this time. The decisive battle started after three o'clock in the afternoon. It was almost four o'clock now and the sky was a little darker. If it continued to drag on, it would end up in a field battle and a chaotic fight.

After dark, the Huns' cavalry and archery would be affected.

--wind!

The Scourge of God - Attila had a clear understanding of the battle situation. As his central army flag changed, a scene that made Duncan's scalp tingle occurred. The mighty Hun army began to change its formation. Tens of thousands of horses galloped endlessly in the central army line. As the central army's orders surged, tens of thousands of Hun cavalry actually began to change their formation and rotate right!

These nearly 50,000 Hun cavalry were like a swirling gust of wind, creating a terrifying storm across the entire battlefield!

A rain of arrows that covered the sky and the sun attacked the left wing of the Imperial Alliance.

With the right-rotating gust of wind, thousands of horses galloped and thousands of arrows were fired. Countless Hun riders seemed to form a huge whole under the command of the Whip of God. Although it was only a ninety-degree right rotation, the covered area almost covered the entire central battlefield. Countless sharp arrows poured out with the gust of wind, causing huge casualties to the left wing of the Imperial Coalition Forces in an instant.

The Roman cavalry on the left wing could not stop them at all, and the barbarian foreign cavalry almost collapsed at the first touch.

When the German army, mainly composed of Saxons, retreated, the Imperial Legion, which was defending the left wing, was immediately caught in a situation of being attacked from both sides. The soldiers of the Imperial Legion had to pay attention to the hand-to-hand combat in the front row on the one hand, and hold up their shields to guard against arrows from the flanks on the other hand.

At this time, the ordinary imperial legions could no longer hold on.

"Eagle flag forward!"

"Fight for the Empire!!!"

At the moment when the entire army was about to be crushed by the gusts of wind from the Whip of God, the burly figure of Aetius appeared. Despite his old body, he personally put on armor and went into battle, even holding a shining golden eagle flag in his hand. In the sunlight, the golden eagle flag shone brightly.

——Aetius (Protector of the Realm) (Mithra’s Army) (Legendary Commander) (Attention of the Gods) (Empire’s Afterglow) [Silver-gray Skull Mark]!
——Barbarian Elite Guards (Veterans) (two-star silver-gray).

——Imperial Eagle Banner Field Regiment (Veteran) (two stars).

——Empire Elite Field Corps (one star).

drink!
Heavy iron-clad shields were raised, and the real elite troops stepped onto the battlefield. The Protector of the Realm - Aetius glanced at the Visigothic king on the right wing, then looked in the direction of Duncan, and went directly to the first row, holding the Roman heavy shield in his hand and holding a spear, to fight against the Hun cavalry that was like a gust of wind.

Wherever the golden eagle flag went, all the nearby Roman legions showed signs of "inspiration", and even the British legions showed a temporary state of "fighting for the empire".

Countless shields formed a rock-solid wall on the battlefield!

"Shield array!"

"Shield array!"

The elite Romans on the left wing marched forward in neat steps, just like the imperial guards before the Common Era, maintaining the last bit of glory of the empire at a time when the empire was already on the decline.

The overwhelming barrage of arrows was blocked.

The Imperial Eagle Flag Field Corps formed a rock-solid steel defense line, with heavy shields studded with arrows, which effectively blocked the gusts of wind raised by the Hun army.

The last of the Western Empire’s assets are all here.

If they were all killed in battle, the Western Empire would be left with no elite troops at all.

This is also the moment.

A terrifying war cry was heard, and as the Protector of the Realm - Aetius personally took to the battlefield, the brave Frankish heavy infantry began to fight back. Frankish flying axes were thrown all over the sky, and then, with a deafening roar, the Frankish heavy infantry raised their shields and axes and launched a counterattack towards the Gepids in front of them!
They were like suppressed beasts, pouncing out at this moment, wanting only to drink the blood of their enemies!

It was not until this moment that Aetius sent the most capable Frankish axe-throwing heavy infantry among the barbarians to the battlefield.

For a moment, the entire left-wing front turned into a bloody meat grinder!
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(End of this chapter)