Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 125: Living Legend! Conquer Scotland! (Two in One)

Anthony side wall.

This border wall was built in 154 AD and is about 5 kilometers long. It starts from the Firth of Forth in the east and ends at the Firth of Clyde in the west. The wall is 3 meters wide and 12 meters high. There is a 4-meter-wide and 19-meter-deep trench in front of the wall. There are 3 bunkers on the wall, and each bunker is kilometers apart.

More than three hundred years have passed, and there are still many remains of this border wall, but most of the bunkers have been demolished, and only one is barely intact.

Drest followed the mighty army to the Antonine Wall.

He stood near the border wall and looked into the distance. He could see the black dragon flag flying on the hillside in the distance. The coalition forces of many Scottish tribes arrived one after another today. Yesterday, an envoy from the British province came. He was a Roman wearing a toga and had a rather arrogant attitude.

In his own words, the great King Duncan of Britain wants to conquer the British Isles fairly, so he will give you three days to assemble your army.

The battlefield was at the Antony border wall, and both sides agreed on a date for a major battle.

how many years?

Apart from the times of ancient Rome and Greece, how many years has it been since the world had such a fair and open fight?
Some barbarian chiefs scoffed at such ideas, believing they should look for opportunities to harass the enemy's rear, or lure the enemy deep into the dense jungle and defeat them. However, some barbarian chiefs were tempted, because they were a coalition of many tribes, and their command was already chaotic. If they didn't fight an upright battle and dispersed, they would have no chance.

Originally, Drest should have had the decision-making power because he was the most powerful military leader.

But now, his tribe is gone, and his army is gone.

Few people would obey Drest's command just based on his reputation. He is now on the bench and has even foreseen a major defeat.

What was even more terrifying was that the people he secretly sent back to instigate an uprising in the rear-occupied towns were actually kidnapped by their own people and handed over to the officials sent by the British province.

The reason is simple. Now that Drest is back, will the land they allocated be gone?
Drest's only chance is to lead his army to fight back, but if he takes the land back after Duncan distributes it, he will also incur the hatred of the civilians.

This move is too vicious.

Duncan had no intention of taking the mountains here. He divided them all up. In the future, he would probably just collect taxes and would not vigorously develop this area.

In the central army's tent, many chiefs were arguing endlessly.

Fight? Or not fight?

No one could come up with an idea. Someone looked at Drest, and soon more eyes were cast on him. One of the chiefs said, "Lord Drest."

"what is your opinion?"

"Do you want to fight the enemy here?"

Drest was silent for a long time. He looked much older in just half a month. He said slowly, "This is our last chance."

"Otherwise, we will be defeated one by one by the enemy!"

The armies of these tribal chiefs ranged from two to three thousand men to just over a thousand. When the Empire conquered Britain, the barbarians of the London region united, numbering tens of thousands, yet were still defeated by the Imperial legions. If they didn't fight this time, given the enemy's immense strength, they would likely face a slow death.

Duncan wanted to save time, so he gave them the opportunity to assemble their troops.

Everyone present fell silent.

Even the chief looked hesitant, and he probably had some thoughts in his mind.

Why don't you vote?
Hearing that the holy land of Gwanu, the god of forge, had been destroyed, the Druid priests became panic-stricken and their faith began to waver.

In this war, even God cannot protect them.

at last.

Many tribal chiefs reached a consensus that they must fight, otherwise the coalition forces would be in chaos.

A light drizzle fell from the sky.

After the internal united front, Drest was once again elected as the military leader because of his highest prestige, and he also led several invasions of England.

Early in the morning, the vast barbarian army began to occupy the high ground.

Since they were going to fight a decisive battle here, they must seize the terrain advantage. Charging from a high position would make them more courageous, and if the situation in the mountains and forests on the right were to become unfavorable, they could also retreat calmly.

On the hillside not far away.

With the black dragon flag fluttering, Duncan appeared in the drizzle. He looked up at the sky and said, "Have the Welsh check their bows. The rain will affect their performance."

Karl behind him nodded immediately and said, "Yes."

Duncan continued to give orders, "This weather is not good for crossbows. Place them on the right side of the battlefield."

The messenger left quickly.

In the morning, with the sound of drums and trumpets, the mighty British army began to march forward. The Imperial Eagle Flag Legion was deployed in the center, the right wing was the barbarian foreign legion led by Galavan, and the left wing was slightly weaker, which was the British garrison legion, but there were hundreds of cavalry on both sides.

This weather is not good for the cavalry!

Some places were quite muddy, and heavy cavalry could only fight in local areas. If they got stuck in the mud, they might be surrounded and killed by the enemy.

The end of sight.

The Picts' formation was very simple, basically the same as the barbarian formation, divided into large and small war groups and tribes, with infantry in the front row, archers in the back, and a small number of cavalry forming the chief's guard. Once the battle started, it all depended on bravery, and there was no need to think too much about the command.

Their battle formations were even simpler than those in Braveheart, but in terms of numbers, the Picts actually had a clear advantage.

Duncan had only about 10,000 troops, while the enemy had nearly 20,000.

This is also the basis for their head-on confrontation.

Of course, this cannot be really calculated. Duncan's side is full of regular troops, and the Picts even have female warriors. It can be said that the tribal militia was also mobilized.

Drest galloped across the battlefield.

He seemed to have regained some confidence and said to the chieftain beside him, "We clearly have the advantage in numbers! Just be careful of the enemy's heavy cavalry!"

"The weather was also on our side in this battle."

He hasn't had such a fair fight for many years.

Whenever the Picts invaded, they would raid the rear and penetrate any corners of the country if they could. If they couldn't win, they would retreat, and if they could win, they would rob. But Duncan had forced them into a corner today. If they didn't fight, the people under them might rebel. Some of them had been misled by rumors of equal distribution of land.

In the entire Anthony Wall, only here can a battle of tens of thousands of people be held. In other places, the battles are just chaotic and mixed fights.

The heavy blow suffered in the last ambush left a psychological trauma on Drest.

Drest said to the people around him, "The enemy's left wing is weak and can be used as a breakthrough point."

"If the Black Sword Warriors can break through the enemy lines, we can use our numerical advantage to strike the enemy's rear."

Numbers are their biggest advantage at the moment.

Boom boom boom!
With the dull sound of war drums, the imperial legion in front was getting closer and closer. The iron shield became heavier after the rain, but the Picts were not much better, because their shields were also heavy after getting wet.

"Array up!"

Behind Barton was a fluttering eagle flag. As the order was given, the British Imperial Legion at the front raised their shields. The enemy was in a dominant position, so they had to close the distance to throw their javelins. On the entire battlefield, whether it was the weather or the number of people, the enemy had a clear advantage.

But what was strange was that the morale of the British Legion was not shaken at all. Many soldiers were even eager to try, as if the battle had already been won.

"Where does the Imperial Legion get the confidence from?" Drest felt uneasy.

A fight broke out soon after.

The Pict warriors charged from a high position, and even the enemy's shield wall might not be able to stop them, so they would definitely suffer greater casualties.

But the morale is too high!

On the enemy's right wing, the Welsh archers have moved forward, and the barbarian foreign legions are ready to move. The first row is the Saxon spearmen and shieldmen, and behind them are the Saxon elite axemen. Each of them is holding a two-handed battle axe and does not even have a shield. Their bloodthirsty eyes are ready to move, just waiting for the order.

"Can this really be fought?"

Drest rode his horse at the front line, his eyes swept over the Black Sword Warriors, this legendary Pict elite, their morale seemed a little low, apparently because the sanctuary was destroyed.

Although the central army had more people, the Pict warriors in their front row showed a trace of fear as they looked at the enemy who were full of fighting spirit, and were not excited by the numerical advantage.

If you can't even handle this, then there's no hope.

Drest rode closer to the other tribal chiefs and said in a deep voice, "When the battle breaks out, you must attack the enemy's flanks!"

"The morale of our soldiers is low and their fighting spirit must be boosted."

A sharp arrow fell.

Not far from Drest, the enemy's archers advanced, completely crushing their morale. Archers were usually not in the front ranks, but the Welsh archers not only stood in front of the infantry but also fired calmly. Some even felt like drawing their swords.

Archers are all lightly armored units, some don't even have armor, but judging by their appearance, they actually want to engage in close combat!
Drest knew he couldn't delay any longer.

He suddenly gave the order: "Attack on the right wing, and the light cavalry will pursue the archers!"

It's simply too arrogant.

The archers have all run to the front. Aren’t they really afraid of the light cavalry charging in the face?
I'm really not afraid.

The Welsh archers faced the attacking light cavalry with a hail of arrows, and the enemy was immediately thrown to the ground. Generally, when facing the enemy, the morale of archers would begin to waver after rushing a hundred meters, and they would almost retreat after a few dozen meters, but they did not do that. They kept shooting at a distance of twenty or thirty meters.

At this distance, the cavalry will attack in the next second.

It really popped up!
But the Welsh archers drew their swords, and under Drest's slightly dazed gaze, the light cavalry was chopped down and collapsed.

What's wrong with you?

Aren’t you afraid of death?
The archers fought close combat with the light cavalry and used close-range shooting to defeat the charging light cavalry.

Drest observed carefully and found something unusual. These archers actually wore armor, half-body chain mail, and their weapons were long swords, which even looked a bit like two-handed swords, just like sabers, with great chopping power.

This is definitely not an ordinary archer!
The Welsh two-handed sword archers became famous in one battle. When the 300-man ranged force faced the light cavalry's charge, they not only did not retreat, but shot and killed many of them, hacked and hacked others to pieces in close combat, and defeated the enemy.

Deafening cheers came from the direction of the Imperial Legion.

On the contrary, on Drest's side, the Picts, who have always been known for their bravery, have begun to doubt their lives.

Are these still the weak British?
People haven't changed.

The king who led them had changed.

- Invincible [Supernatural Ability]: Before your first defeat, the morale of your soldiers will always be high, even when the battle is at a disadvantage. They will be willing to follow you to the end of the world.

Duncan has been training his troops for so long and has finally produced some Bataniyan warriors.

of course.

These selected elite archers are all star-marked units. They have strong physical fitness, and with half-body armor and two-handed swords, they can also kill people fiercely.

………………

Local battles can only affect morale but cannot determine the overall situation.

Drest could only comfort himself in this way. After watching the approaching Imperial Army, he decisively ordered: "Attack!"

The Imperial Legion's two rounds of javelin throwing caused too much damage.

Instead of waiting for the enemy's javelin to fall, it is better to take the initiative to charge and directly engage in a brutal hand-to-hand combat.

"Shield array!"

Shields were put together. Facing the Pictish warriors who were charging forward with war cries and screams, Barton had an expressionless face. He personally took the shield and walked to the second row. If the front row could not hold on, he would lead the veterans to hold on.

There is nothing fancy about this battle, it's just pure crushing combat power!
Those veterans who fought in the Battle of Chalons were not at all inferior to the Picts.

boom!
The crossbow began to show its power.

A javelin flew through the air and pierced through several people, tearing a hole in the enemy's formation. However, in rainy weather, the crossbow was not easy to use. The first shot was fine, but the second shot was troublesome, and it could only provide fire coverage once.

Duncan led the general's guards to the front of the battlefield.

As the order was given, the barbarian foreign legions on the right wing launched their war cries. This was like a chain reaction, and in an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with fanatical war cries. The Pictish warriors were also mobilized, and each legion entered a state of "unauthorized charge." Of course, the barbarian foreign legions on Duncan's side did the same, also "unauthorized charge."

"Damn it!"

"The right wing is out of touch!" Drest felt something was wrong instantly.

He immediately gave the order: "The second echelon follows, and the archers suppress the enemy."

The Picts were in a dominant position and their archers had the advantage, but for some reason, they just couldn't shoot past those damn Welsh archers and Saxon elite hunters.

This is a huge gap in strength.

Duncan has been training his soldiers for more than half a year, providing them with good food and drink. He wouldn't dare say that all of them are elites, but he has trained those who can become elites.

Dimensional space.

On the strategic map, Duncan keenly noticed the enemy's exposed landing points.

"Saxon elite axemen!"

Roar!
More fanatical war cries were heard, and a team of figures that were obviously taller than the others appeared in the rear. They were the Germanic Berserkers. They were a force with special abilities that could activate a small berserk state. After being recruited by Duncan, their equipment was also different. They all wore heavy armor, but no shields, and used beheading axes as weapons.

- Saxon Elite Axeman (Berserker): May charge without authorization, has good stamina, strong physique, violent behavior, and can intimidate enemies by decapitation.

Behind the British army, the Raven Queen Triss and Merlin appeared. With the passing of the magical wind, the original drizzle quickly stopped.

The elite troops are here to support us from the very beginning!

This move shocked Drest, because he had already seen the first row of troops on the front line being chopped to pieces.

Heads fell one by one.

Blood was gushing everywhere, and the nearby Picts were horrified. They were used to fighting the weak Britons, and were really frightened when they encountered the brutal Germans.

I have to say that Odin's Valhalla really brings out the nation's bellicosity.

One by one, Valkyries appeared in the air.

As soon as the Germanic warriors moved, the Valkyries descended, ready to take away the souls of the fallen warriors.

——Gallic Oath Warrior (Headhunting Mania)!
Kulin was in the first row with his personal guards, and some of the fools had Picts' heads hanging around their waists.

Repay the other person with his own way.

The Gallic Oath Warriors have recently become addicted to headhunting. When the battle breaks out, there will be a circle of human heads around their waists, and some are even hanging around their necks, like Sha Wujing, which scares their own people.

On the right front, the small gap is getting bigger and bigger.

Without giving Drest a chance to remedy the situation, he suddenly discovered that the enemy's center army had moved, and the reserve troops were also beginning to press forward. The mighty cavalry unit was advancing by a detour, ready to join the battle.

"Launch a general offensive right after the battle breaks out?"

Drest was stunned.

Where does the enemy get its confidence from?
How could he be so sure that he could tear it apart just because of a small flaw in the formation?

In case it's not torn.

This elite cavalry would be trapped in the chaos of the enemy. Once the cavalry lost their mobility, they would be surrounded and killed by the nearby Pict warriors.

Duncan certainly has confidence.

Because he fought in person!

——British General Guards (High morale) (Invincible) (Powerful charge) (Victory is in sight) (Crush them) [Two-star silver-gray]!
——Raguel Heavy Cavalry (high morale) (invincible) (highly skilled) (crush them) [two-star blank]!
——British Armoured Cavalry (High morale) (Invincible) (Powerful charge) (Crush them) [One-star silver-gray]!
As soon as Duncan's guards moved, the heavy cavalry behind him were all marked with the sign "Crush them".

A rushing torrent of steel began to accelerate.

Even the legendary Knights of King Arthur's Round Table were not so brave. Duncan was standing in front, wearing heavy armor all over his body, and even his warhorse was covered with thick horse armor. The heavy cavalry behind him were all wearing iron armor and did not even need shields. They charged directly into the rain of arrows shot by the enemy.

Duncan raised the cursed spear in his hand and roared, "Follow me!"

"Crush them!"

The terrifying momentum made Drest, who was commanding the battle not far away, tremble all over. He frantically ordered, "Stop them!"

"Chieftain's Guard! Quick!"

"Lead the Chieftain's Guard to stop them immediately!"

At this moment, there was complete silence around him.

Not only were the chiefs speechless, but the chief guards around them also had hesitant expressions. The enemy's momentum was too fierce, and they were all frightened.

How many of them would die if they fought head-on like this?

One of the chiefs whispered, "Let's wait until they are exhausted, then we can surround and kill the enemy's elite!"

That's too late.

It’s almost too late!
Drest was a little exasperated. He had seen Duncan's amazing bravery. If the enemy's heavy cavalry charged, the entire right wing would be in disarray. Only by stopping them and dragging them into the muddy melee would there be a chance of victory.

A heavy cavalry of four to five hundred people gradually accelerated!
They were like galloping dump trucks. As Duncan in front raised his spear, the formation of the heavy cavalry behind him changed accordingly.

——Wedge formation!

This is no longer just a hammer hitting down, it is a torrent of steel that crushes everything.

charge!

Duncan's figure was like a god descending from heaven, holding the cursed spear horizontally in his hand and charging forward with the lance. The enemies blocking the way in front of him were pierced through with their shields, and their bodies were lifted high up and then smashed down heavily.

Total Annihilation!

The cursed spear in Duncan's hand swept wildly, and five or six barbarian soldiers were seen being knocked flying in the air. They directly fell on their own people and were even pierced by the spearmen behind them.

At this moment, the gun shot out like a dragon!

Duncan shook his spear and swept it to the right, knocking away five or six enemies on his side. Then he swung the spear and smashed it to the left, smashing a Pictish warrior's shield so hard that his chest sank and blood spurted out. He flew backwards several meters.

He broke through the formation alone and tore a gap of more than ten meters on the battlefield. The figure flying in the air did not fall down. A flash of cold light arrived first and directly killed the Pictish black sword warrior in front of him.

Drest was stunned watching from behind, muttering, "Is this still a human?"

Duncan rode straight ahead.

It was not until he broke through the formation that the general's guards behind him crushed him. In an instant, there was a sea of blood and corpses. The Pict warriors blocking the way fell down one after another like wheat being harvested, without giving Drest any chance to react.

The right wing's defense line was broken three times in a row. Duncan had already rushed out hundreds of meters and almost completely broke through the first line.

The entire British Legion was in an uproar!
How brave this is!

What a divine power this is!

Accompanied by the sound of galloping horses' hooves, a torrent of steel swept past, causing the Pict warriors to be routed. The first line of defense on the right wing almost collapsed at the first touch. Duncan rushed out half a kilometer, completely breaking through the enemy's entire right wing, and then turned his horse's head and stopped. The heavy cavalry behind him regrouped and directly locked onto Drest and others not far away.

"Is he going to behead us?" a chief muttered to himself.

not good!

The voice just fell.

The surging torrent of steel started moving again. They were all equipped with excellent war horses with good endurance. They suffered few casualties in their iron armor. Duncan broke through the formation alone. When they rushed up, it was already a massacre. People were crowded on all sides. Those Pict warriors fled, and the chaos caused even led to a great defeat.

"Five hundred cavalrymen charged head-on and crushed six thousand men!"

Drest felt a blackout before his eyes and didn't know how to command because the right wing had collapsed.

A barbarian chief beside him said in a trembling voice: "He's coming!"

"what should we do?"

"Retreat or not?"

This ghostly man was already charging towards them.

withdraw?
The entire legion would be routed.

Not withdrawing?

Can they stop it? Will they all die here?
Drest gritted his teeth, drew the longsword from his waist, and roared, "We can't retreat! If we retreat, everything will be over!"

"Fight him!"

Drest led the people around him to charge forward, but after rushing dozens of meters away, he turned around in surprise because some of the chief's guards were still standing there without moving.

The general of an army can be captured, but the will of a common man cannot be taken away.

They are already scared!
Drest felt a sudden wave of sadness, knowing that the era of the Picts was over. His rage surged, his eyes reddened, and he growled through gritted teeth, "Warriors, follow me!"

He had already planned to die here in battle.

boom!
At the moment of the collision between the heavy cavalry, the Chieftain's Guard led by Drest disappeared in the blink of an eye like a wave. He was knocked off his horse, and then he felt dizzy as if he was flying in the clouds. He was actually picked up by the man with one hand and thrown aside.

"Tied!"

These familiar words made Drest close his eyes with an expression of humiliation.

The surging torrent of steel rolled over.

Duncan was in the lead, and within a breath, seven or eight people fell off their horses. The barbarian chiefs were all scared. Some of them fought with all their courage, but with just one shot, they became corpses in the blink of an eye. Some of them fled, and soon the chief's guards were defeated.

Duncan killed more than ten people one by one with his gun, and beheaded five or six barbarian chiefs!
Duncan did not pursue the defeated chieftain's guards. Instead, he turned his horse around, looked down from a high position, and attacked the enemy's center directly from the rear.

Five hundred people attacked the central army of nearly ten thousand people head-on!
However, when faced with the charging heavy cavalry, the Pict warriors who turned around to fight from the rear were timid at first. When one person began to flee, the entire army was like a wave. The Pict barbarians, who were always known for their bravery, were defeated and the mountains and plains were full of fleeing soldiers.

Duncan didn't know how many people he had killed at this time, and the horse he was riding was exhausted and panting. When he saw the eagle flag flying in front of him, they actually turned around and killed their way through the enemy's center.

"Won!"

"Victory!"

Cheers rang out, and the British army began to pursue the enemy in full force. The coalition forces of more than ten Pictish tribes, an army of more than 20,000 people, were completely defeated in one round of confrontation.

This battle terrified them and completely lost the courage to resist.

Duncan jumped off his horse, his body covered in blood. He didn't know how many enemies he had killed. Half of his bloody arm was stuck on the back of the saddle.

He said to Clegane beside him expressionlessly: "Surrender and you won't be killed!"

"Let the light cavalry pursue."

When the first enemy legion began to surrender, there was a sudden rush, and the entire Antonine Wall was filled with surrendering Picts.

It depends on the war.

After such an astonishing victory, the Scottish barbarians probably no longer have the courage to resist.

At the back of the battlefield, the beautiful eyes of the Raven Queen, Triss, were shining with excitement and full of admiration.

Merlin beside him was speechless for a long time. He was numb to Duncan's bravery. Even in the future he predicted, he had never seen such a brave man.

This is simply myth reflecting reality!

At this moment, Merlin even thought of the ancient Greek legend of the invulnerable Achilles. Only he could have rushed through the Trojan War like Duncan, roaming freely in uninhabited areas. But Achilles was the son of a god, even using a cheat, soaking his entire body in the Styx, while Duncan was a true mortal.

No.

He is no longer a mortal now, he is a living myth!
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(End of this chapter)