Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 244 - 124: The Living Legend! Conquering Scotland! (Double-Length)

Are these still the weak and feeble Britons?

The people have not changed.

Their king leading them has changed.

——Invincible [Supernatural Ability]: Until your first defeat, the morale of your soldiers will always remain high, even when the battle is at a disadvantage. They will willingly follow you to the ends of the earth in battle.

Duncan has been training his troops for so long, he finally trained some Badania warriors.

Of course.

These selected elite archers, all marked with asterisks, are physically very strong, and with half armor and two-handed swords, they are just as fierce in cutting down enemies.

.........

Local battles can only affect morale, not determine the overall situation.

Drest could only comfort himself like this at that moment, and seeing the approaching imperial legion, he decisively ordered, "Attack!"

The damage from two rounds of javelin throws from the imperial legion was too great.

Rather than waiting for the enemy javelins to fall, it was better to charge actively, directly entering a brutal close combat.

"Shield formation!"

Shields were raised together, and facing the Pictish warriors rushing forward with terrifying war cries, Balton remained expressionless, personally taking a shield and stepping into the second row. If the front couldn’t hold, he would lead the veterans to hold it.

This battle had no fancy moves, it was simply a pure overpowering by combat strength!

The veterans who had fought in the Battle of Sharon really weren’t intimidated by the Picts at all.

Bang!

The ballista began to unleash its power.

A javelin sliced through the air, piercing several people, tearing a hole in the enemy formation, but the rainy weather made the ballista hard to use. The first shot was fine, but the second was troublesome, only able to provide a single round of fire coverage.

Duncan led the General’s Guard to the forefront of the battlefield.

With the order given, the barbarian foreign legion on the right wing let out a war cry, which seemed to trigger a chain reaction. In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with fervent war cries, and the Pictish warriors were also provoked into a state of ’impetuous charge’.

Of course, Duncan’s barbarian foreign legion was the same, also in ’impetuous charge’.

"Damn it!"

"The right wing is disconnected!" Drest instantly felt something was wrong.

He immediately ordered, "Second line, follow; archers, suppress the enemy."

The Picts held the high ground, with their archers having an advantage, but for some reason, they just couldn’t outshoot those damned Welsh archers and Saxon elite hunters.

This was a sheer gap in strength.

Duncan had been training his troops for more than half a year, feeding them well. He couldn’t say all were elite, but those who could become elite had been trained.

Dimension Space.

On the strategic map, Duncan keenly noticed the point the enemy had exposed.

"Saxon elite axemen up!"

Roar!

More fervent war cries came, and a group clearly taller than the others appeared from the rear— Germanic berserkers. They were troops with supernatural abilities, capable of entering a small frenzy. After being incorporated by Duncan, their equipment changed too, becoming uniformly heavy armor, without shields, wielding beheading war axes.

——Saxon Elite Axemen (Berserkers): May engage in impetuous charges, excellent stamina, robust physique, frenzy, beheading intimidation.

Behind the British legion, the figures of Crow Queen Triss and Merlin appeared, and with the breeze of magic power blowing through, the original drizzly rain quickly stopped.

It started with elite suppressors!

This move took Drest by surprise because he could already see the first line of the frontline troops being hacked into chaos.

Heads rolled.

Blood spurted everywhere, and the nearby Picts were in shock. They were used to fighting weak Britons, but encountering the fierce Germanics, they were quite frightened.

It must be said, Odin’s Heroic Spirit Hall truly maximized their ethnic warrior spirit.

Valkyries appeared in the sky.

When the Germanic warriors moved, the Valkyries descended, ready to take away the souls of the warriors who died in battle at any time.

——Gaulish Oath Warriors (Head Hunting Frenzy)!

Kulin led the Personal Guard Battle Group also in the first line, some fools already had Pict heads hanging from their waists.

Repaying in kind.

The Gaulish oath warriors had recently become addicted to headhunting, with circles of heads hanging around their waists as soon as the battle started, some even around their necks, just like Sha Wujing, even scaring their own people.

On the right-wing battle line, the small gap was getting larger.

Drest was given no chance to remedy this, as he suddenly discovered that the enemy’s central army was moving, and the reserve troops were also starting to press forward. The mighty cavalry units were taking a detour, ready to join the battle.

"Did they launch a full attack as soon as the battle broke out?"

Drest was dumbfounded.

Where did the enemy get such confidence?

Just a small flaw in the formation, where did they find the assurance to tear it open directly?

What if they didn’t tear it open?

This elite cavalry would then be trapped amidst the chaos, as cavalry without mobility would be surrounded and slaughtered by the nearby Pictish warriors.

Of course, Duncan had confidence.

Because he personally went to battle!

——British General’s Guard (High Morale) (Invincible) (Powerful Charge) (Victory Imminent) (Crush Them) [Two-Star Silver-Gray]!

——Lager Heavy Cavalry (High Morale) (Invincible) (Highly Skilled) (Crush Them) [Two-Star Whiteboard]!

——British Armored Cavalry (High Morale) (Invincible) (Powerful Charge) (Crush Them) [One-Star Silver-Gray]!

When Duncan’s Personal Guard moved, the heavy cavalry behind were all marked with ’Crush Them’.