Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 294 - 152: Father of Europe! Red Heart K (Double-Length)

Balrog is just a medium-sized town, not a true city.

Heavens!

This ghostly god of a man actually intends to cleave the city gates.

Crack.

The Sword of Oath and Victory swept another cold arc, and to the horrified eyes of others, the more than ten-centimeter-thick city gate was once again split open with a crack.

The holy sword of Avalon, under Duncan’s terrifying barbaric power, hacked through the gate’s surface effortlessly, leaving trails of cracks.

Immediately, he crashed his body against it!

Rumble!

Under the gaze of over a thousand people whose courage nearly shattered, the city gate was smashed into pieces just like that.

Duncan’s figure burst through the gate as if a dragon leaping out to sea or a fierce tiger descending the mountain.

He wielded the large chunk of wood he had chopped off the gate, and as he swung it, five or six people behind the gate were sent flying, the scene unfolding like an Unrivaled Chaos Dance. Then, a terrifying surge of barbaric power exploded, and the wooden plank collided, forcing dozens of people in front to retreat repeatedly.

He breached the city gate alone, scaring hundreds of enemy soldiers into utter terror, retreating dozens of meters.

The nearby guards were already nearly frightened out of their wits!

Before they could react, over ten personal guards had already rushed into the city. Duncan then led over ten men to slaughter the one to two thousand enemies in front, causing wails like ghosts and wolves to echo, while soldiers fled in all directions.

The entire stronghold was thrown into chaos.

Balrog resisted only for a moment before it was fully captured, taking over two thousand prisoners of war in a battle, most of whom were peasant militia. Our side only had a few light injuries among the personal guards struck by arrows, which are fixed with some bandaging.

A ragtag bunch, just mowing them down is enough.

The main force of Molov’s elite troops are at the frontline, and while it looks like there are several thousand guards in the back, they crumble at the slightest touch, and after killing some of the starred combat units, the other enemies quickly surrendered.

At this time, Duncan briefly regrouped his troops, then glanced at the sky and headed straight for the rear of Molov’s grand army.

In a single raid spanning hundreds of miles, the elite cavalry behind him remained high-spirited, showing no sign of weariness at all, and some even shouted that the slaughter wasn’t enough to their satisfaction.

The night deepened.

In the God’s-eye view from the Dimension Space, the forward area of Duncan’s strategic map was densely marked. The main forces of the Frankish tribes were mostly gathered near Dili. This area had an open field and a military fortress, suitable for large-scale warfare, and easier to leverage the advantage of a larger army.

"Isn’t this an opportunity for me to raid the camp?"

More than twenty to thirty thousand ragtag soldiers congregated in this region, and Duncan couldn’t even imagine how beautiful it would look if a blitz caused chaos in the camp.

Molov does have some skills.

He built three lines of defense along Picardy, using tactics similar to the Roman Empire of old, with rather conventional wooden encampments, surrounded by moats and spike barriers, and defensive towns and fortresses nearby. The foremost military strongholds were the main forces, both sides could support if they came under strong attack.

Moreover, he stationed an elite cavalry unit on a high ground at the right rear of the camp, capable of raiding the enemy’s flank at a critical moment.

This kind of positional battle most easily brings out the advantage of numbers.

"But today is not what yesterday was."

Duncan’s eyes narrowed slightly, observing the vulnerabilities in the enemy camp.

His way of finding weak spots was different from other renowned generals; while historical generals often looked for flaws in the camping arrangements, Duncan looked at the density of starred combat units. Simply put, wherever there were more ragtag troops, he would attack, causing large-scale chaos among the enemies.

Undoubtedly, there were more unstarred units on the enemy’s right side, and the nearby soldiers were basically ’Frankish militiamen’ and ’Barbarian peasants’.

"Mark the route on the camp map."

Duncan drew an S-shaped advance route directly on the projection page, mainly avoiding Molov’s central army elite because there were many Frankish heavy infantry there, and those axe throwers were quite troublesome. If they threw axes en masse, our side would suffer heavy losses.

The old rules of the European battlefield, do not clash head-on with the Empire’s javelins and the Frankish flying axes unless desperate.

During the Battle of Sharon, Hun cavalry mistakenly charged the wrong position and were directly routed by the Empire’s elite legion’s javelins, with a rain of Frankish axes leaving almost no survivors.

They specially trained for throwing axes, just like in an axe gang.

Inside the central camp.

Molov stood worriedly in front of the map, raising his head to look at the adjutant beside him, he said in a deep voice, "Haven’t the reinforcements from the Western Goth Kingdom arrived yet?"

The barbarian adjutant shook his head and said, "They’re late beyond the agreed time, probably still on the way."

The enemy’s attack was too fierce.

Molov had to defend strictly, feeling a bit afraid of Duncan, to the extent that he dared not launch a proactive strike even with a numerical advantage, only wanting to wait for allies to arrive to annihilate the enemy with absolute numerical superiority.

Although he claimed to have fifty thousand troops, he actually only had twenty to thirty thousand, many of whom were temporarily conscripted militiamen.

The Battle of Sharon left a strong impression of Duncan’s valor; without several times the enemy’s forces, there’s no way to win a frontal fight.

In a certain sense, it was also because Duncan performed too fiercely in the Battle of Sharon, so the Frankish people could temporarily ally with the Western Goth Kingdom.

"What about the Saxons? The Alamanni?"

"What about the Burgundians?"

"Have their reinforcements arrived yet?"

Molov actually wanted to form alliances like Aetius, bringing together numerous forces to eradicate the Britain Kingdom entering Europe. But unfortunately, his prestige was insufficient, and he lacked Aetius’s means. Many barbarian tribes simply did not obey him.