God’s Whip - Attila’s face grew increasingly grim. Apart from his main force, he could no longer command or mobilize the other Hun tribes.
A returning Khan’s Personal Guard raced to Attila’s side, hoarse and covered in blood, and said in a deep voice, "It’s getting dark soon."
"If we don’t break out now, there won’t be another chance!"
At this moment, several thousand elite troops remained by Attila’s side, but trapped between two flanks, they couldn’t break through the rock-solid imperial formations, nor could they smash through the heavy cavalry led by Duncan and Torismund head-on.
In the chaotic battle, the situation reached a stalemate, but the survival space for the Hun main force was gradually being compressed.
God’s Whip - Attila, with his sharp tactical intuition, realized that with the flanks’ Barbarian Vassal Army defeated, he was now isolated and surrounded. The empire and the Western Gothic Kingdom had almost deployed all their elite heavy cavalry onto the battlefield.
The Barbarian Vassal Army had become his most fatal weakness!
The defeat came like a landslide.
At this moment, Attila had to make a decision: die gloriously in battle or flee in disgrace.
He chose the latter! Google seaʀᴄh 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡•𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮•𝕟𝕖𝕥
As Attila’s banner retreated from the battlefield, the Hun troops that still had the will to fight instantly scattered.
At this moment, his ’Invincible’ mark shattered.
From a God’s perspective.
After a charge, Duncan, who had fought through the enemy ranks seven times, suddenly noticed that God’s Whip - Alati’s mark had changed. As his main force retreated backward, his golden skull symbol shattered with a crack and turned into a silvery-grey skull symbol.
"Did I really break the undefeated myth’s golden body?!"
Duncan was instantly overjoyed, leading his elite cavalry in pursuit, but someone was faster than him. The Western Gothic Prince Torismund, upon seeing God’s Whip’s banner breaking through and retreating, immediately shouted to rally the nearby elite knights, then reassembled the heavy cavalry to charge directly at God’s Whip’s main forces.
This guy is even more reckless than me!
Seeing the dense units marked with a star under God’s Whip’s banner, Duncan couldn’t help but slow down a bit, attempting to cut off the enemy’s retreat from another side, preventing them from breaking out.
At this moment, Prince Torismund seemed like a descending deity. This guy was also a fierce warrior, with a three-star golden mark. Leading the heavy cavalry, he cut through the Hun forces, shouting and fighting fiercely like the most valiant Germanic warrior. Around two to three thousand elite cavalry regrouped behind him, penetrating God’s Whip’s main guard like a sharp knife.
But this time, he hit a wall.
A barrage of arrows came pouring down!
Even as dusk fell, the archery of the Khan’s Personal Guard and Eagle Shooters was still astonishing. Generals in Torismund’s guard kept falling, and he took three arrows simultaneously. Fortunately, his armor was thick, and the darkness hindered the enemy; otherwise, he would have followed in his father’s footsteps.
At this moment, it felt like two iron hammers clashing.
God’s Whip left a personal guard unit to hold the rear, and in an instant, his several hundred two-star elites were half gone. In a brutal collision, the casualties for both sides were staggering.
One by one, the feudal knights of the Western Gothic Kingdom fell in battle. Unable to utilize their mounted archery after dark, the Hun personal guard could only engage in close combat, almost matching the casualties one for one. Before this, despite the prolonged battle, aside from casualties during the frontal assault, there were relatively minor losses due to their mounted archery skills.
The Hun elite were easier to cultivate and mature; their mounted archery and mobile warfare made them less prone to casualties.
The noble knights around Torismund were reduced by half in an instant!
These were the most formidable Barbarian Warriors of the Western Gothic Kingdom, early feudal elite knights. The clash of these two steel torrents caused hundreds of two-star marked units to explode like fireworks, vanishing in the dark night.
From a God’s perspective, the units marked with stars were extinguishing one by one. The slaughter under the dark sky was even more brutal; God’s Whip’s seasoned elite personal guard, accumulated over years of warfare, had almost half perished.
In the Battle of Shalon, the estimated number of dead by now was more than 50,000.
The manpower mobilized for this battle was countless. The troops gathered amounted to over 200,000, with approximately 150,000 to 160,000 directly participating. After dark, most units were scattered, with only Duncan able to use the God’s perspective to pinpoint the exact position of the enemy.
He was waiting for total darkness.
Everything in the projection changed, and Duncan’s vision seemed like daylight. After Torismund’s bloody struggle with God’s Whip’s personal guard, he also led the imperial elite cavalry in an attack.
The enemy dispatched over a thousand cavalry to meet them. Apart from the Hun royal court’s Forbidden Guard and Khan’s Personal Guard, God’s Whip no longer had many strong protectors by his side.
Duncan dashed forward alone, covered in blood, fresh blood congealed and then coated with a new layer of plasma, appearing like Ghost God Descent in the night, terrifying the nearby enemies into retreating.
The clash of iron steeds.
The imperial armored cavalry fared little better than the Western Gothic noble knights; they suffered heavy casualties swiftly. After engaging with the Hun personal guard, they barely managed to achieve a two-for-one ratio.