Molov glanced at the Frankish knights restlessly eager, understanding that not charging wasn’t an option. His prestige was already limited, inheriting his father’s legacy; recent incursions by Hunnic forces had ravaged Gaul, causing severe losses for the Franks, inciting many to seek vengeance!
The preceding battles had reached such a stage, failing to charge would render the brave Franks mocked by the Britons in the future.
"Charge!"
Molov roared, and nearly a thousand Frankish cavalry began to enter the battlefield. Sharp warning cries came from the direction of the Huns. As the sound of galloping hooves gradually rose, the Frankish Holy Knights took the lead. The heavy cavalry seemed like a raging steel torrent, breaking through the enemy cavalry in one wave and startling the surrounding Hun nomads to flee in panic.
"Not good! It’s the Frankish heavy cavalry!" Charagan’s face changed dramatically.
On the battlefield.
Molov raised his lance high, roaring, "Change formation!"
No wonder they are one of the top cavalry units on the European continent today. The Frankish cavalry split into two; the elite Frankish Holy Knights and the Chieftain’s Guard followed Molov to assault the main force of the Huns. The two wings of Frankish assault cavalry regrouped; they were light cavalry units, directly pursuing and annihilating those Hun nomads.
This truly is a fresh troop!
Duncan looked at the Hun horse archers whose morale had collapsed and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly, "When fighting nomadic tribes, it’s really impossible without a cavalry unit."
This battle must expose the foundation of the cavalry units.
Molov charged at Charagan’s main cavalry force, while Duncan gathered the General’s Guard, preparing to execute a beheading tactic. Charging head-on would be suicidal, but now was a perfect opportunity to fish in troubled waters, as Charagan’s attention was fully focused on Molov and his elite heavy cavalry.
On the battlefield.
In an instant collision, people were thrown and horses tumbled everywhere.
By the time the real skirmish began, Molov realized he had been careless.
He was struck by an arrow before even getting close to the enemy, but luckily his armor was thick, and there was no major damage. Knights beside him were knocked off their horses one after another. The enemy mounted archers not only shot quickly but also accurately, with some even equipped with armor-piercing heavy arrows.
When they finally engaged in close combat, those Hun elite riders would throw their bows aside, draw their weapons, and engage in melee combat. They were also heavy cavalry, incredibly fierce, and not at all intimidated by close-quarters combat.
This charge resulted in more casualties than Molov had anticipated!
The real tough bones are here.
Around Charagan, 70 to 80 units with star markers, and 20 to 30 with two-star markers.
——Continuous Arrow!
At this moment, Duncan finally began to unleash his power. With the Frankish heavy cavalry attracting the first wave of fire, he could quickly advance, drawing his bow continuously. The five arrows flew like pearls strung together, instantly killing the ’Hun Eagle Shooter’ on the spot.
Five arrows killed three people, all heavily armored units.
To increase the damage, Duncan closed the distance, following closely behind the Frankish Holy Knights.
"Kill him!"
Charagan swiftly drew the bow, a wave of arrows rained down, hitting Duncan in the chest with one arrow, on the right shoulder with another, and killing his warhorse underneath a flurry of arrows.
Too accurate!
The top archers among the grassland tribes were incredibly fierce, their archery skills honed to perfection.
Duncan fell from his horse with a grunt, but it wasn’t a big problem. His armor was thick, only a segment of his health depleted, mainly bruises. He began shooting on foot, continuously slaying enemies and looking for an opportunity to take down the Hun chieftain in one strike.
"Retreat!"
At this time, Charagan realized reversing the situation was hopeless. He led the personal guard to break out, without the time to gather the remnants. Frankish assault cavalry excelled in speed, making them well-suited to pursuing Hun nomads.
The Huns had been constantly victorious in their westward expedition, but for the first time, they suffered such a defeat in Gaul.
"Thinking of leaving? Not that easy!"
Duncan snatched a warhorse, using God’s view to lock onto the enemy’s position, firing continuously again. First, he shot two Hun personal guards, and then an arrow pierced through the air, hitting Charagan’s back.
Thud!
A mouthful of blood sprayed out, and Charagan slumped over his horse.
The Nord Bow’s power was greater, even piercing through heavy armor.
"Protect the chieftain!"
The Hun personal guards fought desperately to resist, Molov saw an opportunity and led the Chieftain’s Guard in a fierce charge.
Duncan pursued the enemy single-handedly.
Having exhausted his arrows, Duncan was now covered in blood, with five or six arrows sticking out of him, resembling a ghost god emerged from hell. He threw a Frankish axe to explode one enemy’s head, wielded the Sword of Oath and Victory, and charged fiercely, forcibly breaking through the enemy’s guard. The holy sword swept a cold arc, clang! severing Charagan’s long blade, and struck hard on his left shoulder.
The Sword of Oath and Victory sunk into the bone about ten centimeters deep, Duncan roared, gripping the sword with both hands and slashed.
——Combat Form: Beheading!
With blood gushing, Charagan’s head was directly severed amidst the chaotic army.
Across the entire battlefield.
For a moment, silence fell, apart from the Hun personal guards still fighting desperately, and those Hun nomads who didn’t have time to break out began to surrender.
A small number of Hun personal guards slashed their cheeks with weapons, blood streaming down, shouting in fury and charging directly at Molov’s Frankish heavy cavalry, seemingly intending to fight to the death here.
"The enemy general is dead, why don’t you surrender?!"
Duncan’s shout reverberated throughout the battlefield, lifting Charagan’s ferocious head with his lance.
With just a little opportunity, he could decapitate the general and capture the banner.
The Frankish heavy cavalry shielded him from several waves of arrow rain, allowing Duncan to safely charge in front of the enemy.
However, he had also been hit by five or six arrows, fortunately, he still had Avalon’s scabbard, so it wasn’t a big problem.
The Huns were indeed incredibly brave, no wonder the Eastern Empire lost so miserably.
After the chieftain’s death, hundreds of Hun riders nearby slashed their cheeks with daggers, apparently as part of some ritual.
In the end, they threw down their weapons and surrendered.
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