On a small hill on the battlefield.
Hosa was very cautious not to get too close to the city walls, mainly because Duncan’s last shot with a ballista left a deep psychological scar on him. Speaking solely of individual combat strength, his brother Hengist was much stronger, but such a powerful Barbarian Race warrior was gone in an instant after being hit by a ballista.
"The enemy is about to collapse."
A Saxon chieftain’s personal guard rushed over, looking quite excited, and said, "Chieftain, let lead a team of Fire Guards for a charge!"
"We can definitely crush them with one swift attack."
The Saxon Personal Guard Battle Group is also known as the Fire Guards, aning highly elite warriors who sit around the hearth with the leader, sharing food, power, and status.
Hosa’s expression was visibly tempted.
He also noticed that the enemy was at the end of their strength. Enfiss’s Saxon pirate group had launched multiple assaults, leaving the town’s defenders exhausted. These British militia lacked stamina and combat experience, unable to relax on the battlefield, and even with others rotating in for defense, they remained very weary.
At this ti, sending the Saxon Personal Guard Battle Group might indeed create an overwhelming advantage.
"It would be great if we had catapults," Hosa said regrettably.
Great Britain had no decent large cities; with so catapult bombardnt, the city defenses could easily be breached.
In this era, the Franks mastered relatively advanced siege tactics, and the Huns were not good at sieging either. It was the Mongolian army that truly rose from the Central Plains with siege techniques that were invincible when flattening Europe and Asia.
Advance!
Hosa gazed out over the battlefield and decisively ordered the Saxon Personal Guard Battle Group to advance. They were elite frontline sword and shield soldiers, not much afraid of archers.
"Kirkman, lead the personal guard to launch a frontal attack on the eastern gate!"
Hosa turned to another person and said solemnly, "Beheader - Isold."
The crowd parted.
A burly giant nearly two ters tall stepped out. In this era, he stood out, making one wonder if he had the blood of giants. This burly giant wielded a heavy beheading axe, without a shield, wearing half armor like that of the Nord Warriors, mainly for the convenience of charging, as heavy armor would hinder their movent.
Beheader - Isold knelt on one knee and said, "Present! Chieftain!"
Hosa looked at this burly giant man and said solemnly, "Lead the elite axen to stand by on the right wing. Once the enemy shows a flaw, imdiately lead the troops to crush them."
——Saxon Elite Axen (One Star).
This is another trump card unit Hosa held. They have no shields, only wearing half armor, wielding two-handed war axes, capable of easily piercing armor. Their frontal assaults are very fierce, able to tear through enemy lines with ease. Even the Empire’s Field Army couldn’t stop them; only the Eagle Banner units could.
However, they also have obvious weaknesses: they fear archers and often charge recklessly.
Both brothers rarely deployed this unit because sending them resulted in heavy casualties on their side as well, akin to trading life for life, the main elite force for fierce attacks.
Before charging, they would unleash terrifying battle cries. After the shouts, they would charge mindlessly, and unless nearly half were killed or wounded, they would hardly retreat.
From a God’s perspective.
Duncan’s expression was extrely solemn as he said, "The enemy’s elite units are advancing!"
"Have Kulin prepare to face them."
In the projected scene.
Two elite units marked with one star were moving: a Saxon Personal Guard Battle Group and Saxon Elite Axen. Although small in number, they exert huge pressure, and even from afar, one could feel the aura of battle-hardened veterans.
"Follow !"
Duncan charged directly out of the southern gate, followed closely by over thirty knights, their montum imposing.
——British General’s Guard (High Morale) (Decisive Mont) (Leader’s Encouragent) (One Star)!
All these elite riders were well-equipped and highly skilled.
They were rged with the close guard knights of Duncan and the Duke of Dingtiger. Unlike when the Duke of Dingtiger led cavalry charges, under Duncan’s encouragent, their morale was almost explosive.
On a distant hill, Hosa’s face changed instantly.
"What are they trying to do?"
Clearly, they were the attackers and held the manpower advantage. So why did the enemy’s general’s guard suddenly charge out?
Sothing’s wrong!
Hosa seed to realize sothing, and he laughed angrily, "Madman! Arrogant!"
"Are you actually trying to behead ?!"
Taking the head of the enemy general amongst thousands of troops!
Duncan’s move was highly unusual; an elite cavalry unit charging straight towards the enemy’s banner ant clearly aiming to slay generals and seize flags.
Historically, only fierce individuals extrely confident in their combat prowess would do such things!
"Protect the chieftain!"
The chieftain’s guard shouted, gathering dozens of Saxon pirate riders.
The infantry couldn’t keep up.
Unless Hosa took the initiative to retreat and hide under the army’s protection, only cavalry could intercept this dragon-like General’s Guard.
Hosa didn’t want to hide, as withdrawing would greatly affect morale.
"Bring over the guard riders and auxiliary cavalry! They only have a little over thirty n!"
"Intercept them."
Just as Hosa was maneuvering his cavalry units, suddenly on the edge of the battlefield, soldiers erged from the woods, with the front of the British Legion holding large shields and already grasping javelins in hand.
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