He was using the human form number one as if it were Xiang Yu or Lu Bu. The Hun riders on the right had just regrouped when he charged alone, facing a rain of arrows. The Sword of Oath and Victory flashed a cold gleam, slicing through a Hun rider as if cutting through tofu, and then the sharp blade danced wildly, cutting left and right. The warhorse galloped wildly, leaving behind only a dozen or so lone horses. The enemies he killed were either beheaded or cut in half at the waist, or they fell off their horses with broken limbs and died.
Truly a matchless warrior!
With just one charge, this Hun cavalry unit was completely routed. Duncan had five or six arrows stuck in him, seemingly unaffected, as he continued to kill more than a dozen elite Hun riders.
With the Sword of Oath and Victory in hand, Duncan made even heavy cavalry seem like unarmored units to him.
Clegane started to harvest gradually.
Duncan single-handedly routed over fifty Hun riders, and the cavalry he led completed the slaughter. Entering into melee combat, the Hun riders on the left fell one after another. A forest in front blocked the path, forcing the enemy to turn around. In a direct charge crossing each other, dozens passed by, with one elite Hun rider clutching a broken arm. Only a dozen or so remnants were left behind him.
No technique, just pure power crushing!
Duncan’s powerful personal combat ability, combined with the excellent riding skill of more than ten Sarmatian riders, opened up the situation with one wave, causing these enemies to show signs of ’total rout.’
At that moment, Clegane regrouped with over a hundred cavalry, and the greatest casualty surprisingly came when they directly charged the mounted archers.
In the subsequent frontal engagement, not many died.
Duncan was now starting to target and kill across the battlefield!
With the sharp arrows piercing the sky, Hu riders were shot and fell one by one, leaving behind lone warhorses everywhere on the battlefield. This time he was somewhat restrained, killing people but not horses. Soon, apart from twenty to thirty riders who fled quickly, the other Hun riders were almost completely destroyed.
The elite cavalry of the Sarmatian people were not inferior to the heavy knights of the Western Gothic kingdom. They could charge right up to the Hun cavalry and fight a frontal battle.
At this moment, the Gepids arranged in formation off in the distance were dumbfounded.
Wasn’t it always the Hun mounted archers who harassed, waiting for an opportunity to encircle and rout the enemy’s morale?
Why this time they hadn’t moved, and the Hun mounted archers were directly overrun?
The Gepids felt something was terribly wrong.
Some of them were already wavering in morale, seeking a chance to flee.
At this moment.
One to two hundred reinforcements arrived from the direction of the town, mainly Frankish barbarians, led by a few Frankish axemen while the rest were mainly barbarian militia armed only with shields and almost no armor. They saw Duncan crush the Hun cavalry with one charge and gained a significant boost in morale, actively leading their troops to encircle the Gepids.
The Franks really hated the Huns!
"Follow me!"
Duncan’s figure led the way on horseback, leveraging the wavering morale of the Gepids, he led the cavalry to advance from the right, but instead of launching a strong attack, he circled his horse forcing the enemy to change formation. As the Frankish militia charged forward, he seized the opportunity, gathered the frontline heavy cavalry to form a wedge array, smashing into the Gepids’ formation like a burning hammer, shattering their formation immediately.
Kill!
Duncan wielded the Sword of Oath and Victory, breaking through the formation alone like a descended war god. In one charge, heads rolled behind him, five or six headless corpses sprayed blood like fountains, an image as terrifying as a ghost god descent, causing the previously brave Gepids to scream in fear.
Clang!
Sparks burst.
Duncan’s warhorse lost its momentum, he swung his sword cutting the enemy’s spear, splitting open the helmet of a heavy infantry with the holy sword, the metal slicing through like mud, the helmet and half of the skull fell away, revealing the neatly sliced brain tissue inside.
Next, with a backhand swing, under the terrifying barbaric power, the Gepid commander’s sword and body were cleaved by him together.
The enemy’s blade was cut off, the Sword of Oath and Victory slashed from his left shoulder to his right waist, nearly bisecting him diagonally!
Too terrifying!
Too brutal!
Is this even human?
It’s practically a ghost god descent!
The Gepids were completely collapsing, with few even trying to flee, many simply throwing down their weapons and surrendering by kneeling.
The warhorse neighed.
Duncan’s cape was dyed blood red, his whole body looked like it was cast in blood, droplets of blood dripped down the lord’s armor. Behind him, those British noble riders who had previously felt slight dissatisfaction from losing their command authority all bowed their heads deeply, not daring to meet the man’s gaze.
This is not a force that humans can contend with!
Like an overlord returned to life.
Duncan, leading over a hundred cavalry, conducted a direct slaughter of an equal number of Hun elite riders, causing five or six hundred Gepids to kneel and surrender in one charge.
As for the casualties in the troops, there were only a dozen. By the time his cavalry rushed up, the enemy already had ’collapsed morale.’
In the entire battle, it was almost Duncan alone who shattered the enemy’s morale.
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