Another rough idea.
It’s roughly like this: After defeating Kent Kingdom in the future, Duncan’s fief would expand significantly, and defending the coastal area would be very difficult, often subject to Saxon pirate harassment.
The former British Imperial Navy definitely needs to be reestablished.
Besides, he also needs to vigorously develop the navy, assigning a portion of the nearly retired Britannian Imperial Legion members to coastal towns, directly allowing them to settle and take on the role of town guards.
Thus, if there’s a small group of Saxon pirates landing for looting, they can immediately organize militia to defend against enemy invasion.
Not needing too many people.
Typically, about ten British Imperial Legion veterans can organize hundreds of militia to repel invaders, then improve the roads a little, construct some beacon towers for warning, establish a Sarmatian rapid cavalry unit with mobile forces, and any small group of Saxon pirates coming will perish.
For now, only this approach can be used, first to strengthen the defense capability of coastal towns, and in the future directly sweep and destroy the Saxon lair.
Governor’s mansion.
Under the flickering candlelight.
Duncan gazed at Triss who was deeply engrossed in doting, not knowing why, feeling that tonight the Crow Queen seemed particularly proactive, usually it was Duncan who took the initiative, but this time she was so impatient.
Is this a competition with Anya?
Duncan honestly lay down, arms crossed behind his head, intimidated by Crow Queen - Triss’s supreme authority, not daring to make any sudden moves.
With the skull-marked Crow Queen - Triss, not to be messed with, not to be messed with.
After a long while.
Crow Queen - Triss raised her head slightly amazed, seemingly sensing something, but it had nothing to do with her previous attempts, fundamentally not about that matter. Although she couldn’t detect a slight increase in magical power, being by Duncan’s side, she sensed her depleted magical power accelerating its recovery.
Just as Anya had said.
If carefully sensed, indeed it’s as if touching a faint and unobvious ’magic vortex.’
But further verification is needed, so she decided to go again.
Time soon passed.
Duncan finally called back the large troops from the Gaul Region, no need to rush for the other exile youths, temporarily no large war in Gaul, they could slowly migrate population over bit by bit. Under his command, there were roughly one to two thousand cavalry units, with plenty of Huns’ Grassland Horses at the Exile Camp, as long as transportation capacity is met, all can be brought over.
The Great Britain also has grasslands, places to graze horses, just couldn’t support too many cavalry.
These days, Crow Queen - Triss and Anya took turns on the stage, even he felt something was amiss, Duncan didn’t think much about it, just assuming they were savoring the taste.
He even secretly felt proud for a moment.
Finally.
With the last of the war personnel returning to Great Britain, Duncan launched the war to destroy Kent Kingdom on the fifth day after the siege battle in Southampton.
By this time, roughly the informed Saxon Chieftains already learned some news about the Battle of Sharon.
They were instantly stupefied!
How is it possible?
That man actually slew the legendary God’s Whip?!
Morale falter.
News leaked from somewhere, suddenly thousands of Saxon troops all had swaying morale. God’s Whip fame spread throughout the European landscape, if not for the homeland being harassed by Huns making it untenable, the Barbarian Race wouldn’t have possibly invaded other places on a large scale.
Also, on this day, Duncan assembled eight thousand troops, directly marched towards Sari, all the way killing towards London!
This wave must capture the London area.
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