Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 293 - 152: Father of Europe! Red Heart K (Double-Length)

"Governor."

"We have seen the flag of the Western Goth Kingdom on the way to Orléans, a mighty force, but we don’t know how many there are."

A Hunnic cavalryman named Optila arrived. These people would later become the inhabitants of the Hungarian region. He said solemnly, "We dare not get too close, the enemy might number over ten thousand."

Indeed, the Western Goth Kingdom has dispatched troops.

The principle of mutual dependency is understood by all, and having just finished the Battle of Chalon, no one wants to see their opponent grow stronger.

"Abandon some of the supplies!"

"The cavalry unit follows me immediately, with the British Legion following behind."

Duncan decided swiftly, leading a thousand elite cavalry on a long-distance raid to Paris, while the other mounted infantry were left behind to be led by Clegane.

In such an extreme raid, the mounted infantry would definitely not be able to keep up.

The army quickly split into two.

Duncan didn’t even bring any heavy cavalry; the general’s personal guard all wore half-armor and were mostly composed of Sarmatian light cavalry, a thousand cavalrymen set out lightly armored, departing within a quarter of an hour.

Due to the Battle of Chalon, Duncan was very familiar with the terrain nearby. The army traveled overnight, resting for half the night just over ten kilometers from Paris, and at dawn, the thousand light cavalry were already prepared for battle.

At this moment, a ray of light appeared on the horizon.

Carl was wrapping the horses’ hooves with cloth. In this scenario, stealthily muffling the sounds with cloth wasn’t very effective, only thirty of the thousand cavalry did this, and these were the elite tasked with surprising and capturing the city gates.

At the time, the sky remained dim, and several dozen cavalrymen Duncan led had quietly approached.

Whizz!

An arrow whizzed through the air.

Holding the Nord Bow, Duncan released three arrows in succession, shooting down the soldiers on the city wall’s watchtower.

Clang.

The Sword of Oath and Victory was unsheathed, Duncan led dozens of elites to accelerate their advance, and in the blink of an eye, they had reached the base of the city wall.

Clang.

Sparks flew.

Duncan leaped, using the Sword of Oath and Victory to penetrate the stone wall and, using the leverage, deftly climbed onto the low wall. At this moment, grappling hooks were flung up and Duncan, grabbing them with one hand and exerting his arm, lifted his men up. The personal guards quickly followed.

Splurt.

Blood splattered in the distance when Personal Guard Carl hurled a javelin, killing a Frankish soldier that had emerged.

"Seize the gates!"

Duncan charged forward, the Sword of Oath and Victory cutting through enemies like slicing vegetables, killing more than ten in rapid succession. His immense power was terrifying, and enemies directly facing him were almost all torn apart alongside their weapons.

Boom!

The heavy gate slowly opened, and in the distance, the sound of galloping hooves filled the air.

For a cavalry charge, just three hundred elites are enough to overcome obstacles; the performances of French dragoons in later generations demonstrated that once momentum was gained, few infantry could withstand it.

Nearly a thousand cavalry charged wildly, with the general’s personal guard in the lead raising their lances. Upon entering the city gates, the lances pierced the disoriented Frankish guards, and a merciless massacre unfolded in the streets. The general’s personal guard drew longswords and slashed all around, disintegrating the enemy with just one charge.

Real cavalry battles aren’t flashy; they are like the ancient Three Kingdoms era horse battles, often decided in a move or two.

Against a cavalry charge, unless the infantry has the courage to form a dense phalanx, defending with long spears, it’s a one-sided suppression.

The battle only lasted half an hour.

By the time dawn broke, the city of Paris had completely fallen, with streets littered with the corpses of the guards.

Molov, in the rear, had left some guards, but they were no match for them. The elite cavalry stormed the city, and soon over a thousand enemy soldiers fled in all directions.

"Leave two hundred men."

Duncan turned to look at Carl beside him and said in a deep voice, "Hold this place for me until Clegane arrives."

"We must not let the Western Goth Kingdom’s army unite with the Franks!"

With Paris held firm,

The enemy is divided, and with their retreat cut off, Molov’s troops are sure to fall into disarray.

After speaking, Duncan mounted his horse.

At this point, he had less than eight hundred cavalry with him. He intended to envelop the Frankish chieftain’s coalition; with Paris not falling, the Western Goth army was powerless.

Duncan led this elite cavalry across the Seine River towards Balrog territory.

Molov had stockpiled military supplies here, with guards numbering about two thousand, but the marks mostly indicated they were Frankish militia.

— Frankish farmers.

— Frankish militia.

— Frankish spear and shield bearers.

Duncan expanded the strategic map at a glance, seeing over two thousand troops, yet only about two dozen combat units marked with stars.

"It seems he really gathered forty to fifty thousand troops."

Without hesitation, Duncan immediately led the cavalry in an assault. The place had already been plundered once by the Huns, and the wooden walls and fences outside had been recently rebuilt, providing some defense, but not sturdy enough for a stronghold.

The war horses galloping.

Upon hearing the thunderous sound of many cavalry approaching, unrest broke out at the front outpost, as the mighty cavalry thundered in from the rear, a terrifying sight at a glance.

But before they could prepare, Duncan’s figure had already reached the front of the gate.

Bang.

A dull thud, and the city gate trembled violently. The Frankish militia behind the wooden wall quaked in fear, then saw a brilliant, coldly shining sword pierce through the heavy wooden gate.