A heavy rainfall descended.

Just as Duncan was preparing to lead his troops to search for battle opportunities, a sudden downpour forced him to pause his offensive. During this era, the roads in the Gaul Region were extremely poor; once it rained, muddy roads were everywhere. The bad news is that the cavalry would be greatly affected, but the good news is that the Huns' cavalry would be even more affected.

In such rainy weather, the Huns usually do nothing. Their troops were stationed at a place called Balrog, which had been annihilated by Attila half a month ago.

"If we fight after a torrential rain, we must observe the battlefield terrain—the cavalry charge can easily get stuck in the mud."

"And then, they would be encircled and cut down by the infantry."

In the early years, the empire's thousands of elite heavy cavalry fought against the Sarmatian troops; they fell into the mud with their horses and couldn't get up.

Duncan's general guard are all heavy cavalry, while the rest are mostly light cavalry.

The good news is that the Huns' mounted archers can't gallop anymore. In a shootout situation, Duncan's Welsh archers can have a slight advantage; when mounted archery turns to foot archery, it can't compare to traditional infantry archers.

Footsteps sounded outside the tent.

Clegane strode in, wiped the rainwater from his face, and knelt down on one knee, saying, "My lord."

"There's a messenger from the Franks."

Hmm?

Duncan raised his head in confusion. He didn't expect the news to travel so fast. Just two days ago, he defeated a Hun raider, and today a Frankish messenger has arrived.

Crow Queen - Triss took a step forward, standing beside Duncan, and softly asked, "Whose messenger is it?"

The Crow Queen - Triss knew the power of the native chieftains better than Duncan.

Clegane replied, "Molov's messenger."

Upon hearing this, Crow Queen - Triss motioned for Clegane to wait before calling people in, then introduced to Duncan, "Molov is Claudio's son; his father once defeated an imperial legion."

"He is the current leader of the Salian Franks."

The later Molov Dynasty was established by his son.

Molov was later deified in history, believed to be the son of the Sea God. As for now, he's still relying on his father's legacy as a Barbarian Race leader. It wasn't until the end of the Battle of Sharon that he truly rose to prominence.

This guy is very smart!

After the Battle of Sharon, he took over the lands previously belonging to Rome with the title of Roman Belgica Governor, and fully imitated Roman systems, shedding the label of the Barbarian Race and establishing an early feudal state.

His son Hilderic I also inherited his father's work. He was both the King of the Franks and the Governor of the Roman Belgica Province. Compared to other Barbarian Races, he could use the title of Province Governor to 'serve Rome to deal with disobedience.' In the process of early rise, he allied with Roman warlords to eliminate other Barbarian Race tribes.

Doesn't this seem familiar?

That's right.

This is the rise script prepared by Anya for Duncan, but there are more than one smart person, and Molov must have had wise advisors. However, on a single track, there is no room for two people!

Duncan now holds the script for the Governor of the Province of Britannia and will later also be the King of Britain. From his perspective, Molov will be a potential competitor in the future, but during the Battle of Sharon, he still needs to cooperate with the leader of the Franks.

After all, the Franks have an elite unit that Molov relied on to establish meritorious service in the Battle of Sharon, smoothly becoming the governor of the Gallia Belgica Province.

At this time, Duncan doesn't know much, but with Crow Queen - Triss's introduction, he understood many things.

Got it.

The future founding monarch of the Frank Kingdom's father.

Those who know about the Hundred Years' War between Britain and France should be aware that if Great Britain wants to advance into mainland Europe, the first place to attack is the French territory.

"An opponent who currently needs cooperation but in the future needs to be opposed!"

Duncan suddenly realized that history never brings anything new.

Look at how various Barbarian Races united to help the empire against the Hun army, just like the Eighteen Lords against Dong Zhuo. After this battle, the kingdom with the greatest merit, the Western Goth Kingdom, became famous, and the Goth heavy cavalry was as renowned as the Xiliang Iron Cavalry. Other participants also gained their own merits, fame, and qualifications. Molov gained the position of provincial governor of Belgica Gaul through this battle, and his son rapidly rose using this title, finally establishing himself as king.

The only difference may be that the empire's legitimacy lies with the Barbarian Race, and this battle gained the Barbarian Race commanders more qualifications and merits.

By the way, Protector of the Realm Aetius's father had Barbarian Race blood.

Duncan quickly made a decision, saying in a deep voice, "Bring them in."

Soon after.

A shaggy-haired, tattooed stout man walked in. At this time, the Franks had not been fully Romanized; some of them still dressed as Barbarians. The messenger's expression was somewhat arrogant as he stood in the tent and looked up at Duncan, saying, "I am the messenger of Molov, leader of the Franks."

"Lord Molov hopes you can follow his command and cooperate with our troops to go to Oleronia (Orléans)."

The Franks at this moment did not think much of the Britons.

Because the Britons were ravaged by the Saxons, and the Saxons were defeated by them and driven into the sea, making them the subordinates of subordinates.

In addition, Duncan was also looked down upon by the messenger, despite Duncan's recent considerable reputation.

Duncan almost laughed when he heard this.

His eyes narrowed slightly, a terrifying murderous aura enveloped the tent, causing the Frankish messenger to feel a chill. In the next second, he suddenly shook all over and collapsed to the ground.

——Gaze of Fear (Special Ability)!

At this moment, it seemed as if the Frankish messenger saw rolling heads and a scene like a corpse mountain and blood sea, making him break out in a cold sweat, unsure of what was happening, only feeling as if he was facing a giant dragon from Nordic Mythology.

Because only the pressure of a giant dragon can make Barbarian Race warriors lose their courage to fight.

Seated at the main position, Duncan smirked faintly and said, "Me? Follow Molov's command?"

"Why shouldn't he follow my orders?"

The position of the commander cannot be conceded.

Even if leading troops to act independently, one cannot obey or be commanded by others.

The Frankish messenger gritted his teeth, summoned the courage to try to meet Duncan's gaze, but his voice trembled in the next second, stutteringly saying, "Yes... yes!..."

"We have six thousand warriors... all elite troops of the Franks!..."

At this time, the Franks had not yet annexed Gaul, especially without taking in the exile Bagada people, so their army was not very large, just slightly stronger than other Barbarian tribes.

The Germanic Barbarians had, at most, over a hundred tribes, which gradually began to merge and disappear later on.

Only six thousand men!

At this point, not only Duncan laughed, but even within the tent, Clegane, Edmundson, Carl, and others chuckled.

Six thousand men dared to come over and flaunt their prowess? And wanted them to follow Molov's command?

Duncan's rise each time was a victory of few against many, wasn't it?

In their view, the six thousand Frankish troops were almost like the five or six thousand Saxon troops of the Kingdom of Kent. Actually, the infantry disparity wasn't that big, but the Frankish cavalry was indeed far more formidable; their axe-wielding infantry were also slightly tougher, more tricky than the elite Saxon axemen.

Duncan's expression was indifferent, his fingers lightly tapping on the table, and he said in a deep voice, "Cooperation is possible."

"But obedience to his command is out of the question."

After speaking, Duncan gestured, indicating the Crow Queen - Triss to bring out the imperial edict appointing him, suggesting to hand it to the Barbarian envoy before him and said, "I am the Governor of the Province of Britannia."

"According to the tradition of the Empire, Molov should follow my command orders!"

The Frankish envoy glanced at it with skepticism, he couldn't understand it at all, he just felt that the other's demeanor was so assertive, it must be true.

Province Governor.

This is an imperial official, whose status is slightly higher than that of a Barbarian king.

Looks like there's no chance.

Molov sending an envoy was just a test, hoping to see if they could annex the reinforcements coming from Great Britain, thereby strengthening his own forces, so in future decisive battles with the Hunnic army, he could possess a certain voice and even accomplish some feats.

He also needed battle achievements to prove himself, to suppress other Barbarian chieftains, as his current record was far inferior to his father's.

Having come all this way.

How could Duncan possibly let the Frankish envoy leave easily?

He clapped his hands, soon servants presented fine wine and food, he abandoned the initial, domineering manner, instead, he personally entertained the Frankish envoy.

Fame for martial prowess was certainly very useful.

The Frankish envoy immediately felt flattered, even thinking at first it was his error, not posturing correctly, so Duncan was displeased; such a renowned mighty figure deserved a slightly more humble approach.

After a few rounds of drinks.

Duncan looked at the Frankish envoy before him, suddenly said, "My scout cavalry discovered a Hunnic army near Paris."

"Approximately four to five thousand men."

"Among them, many were Hunnic cavalry units, and some were East Goths and Alan vassal troops."

"Why don't we unite and wipe them out completely!?"

Duncan's troops were too few.

Defeating the enemy wasn't very hard, but wiping them out entirely was extremely difficult.

Coincidentally, the Franks had an elite cavalry unit, they accumulated decades of resources, under their command were one or two thousand cavalry, though it's unknown how many they brought this time.

If it's only six thousand men, there should be only about a thousand cavalry.

They couldn't possibly come out in full force.

The Frankish envoy looked hesitant, saying with reservation, "I'm afraid I must return to consult Lord Molov!"

The matter was significant.

Even as a confidant of the leader, he couldn't make the decision.

But Duncan got up, saying, "It's too late; delaying too long can miss the opportunity, the Huns move swiftly like the wind, if the chance is missed, it will be even more difficult to annihilate them."

He took the Frankish envoy to the tent's entrance.

Suddenly, Duncan pointed to the distance of the fortified gate and asked, "How far is it from here to the camp gate?"

The Frankish envoy looked confused, whispered, "About three hundred paces."

A Roman pace is more than 0.75 meters, about two hundred and ten meters, exceeding the effective range of many war bows.

The West didn't have war halberds at this time, Duncan thought for a moment and said, "Someone come."

"Bring a Frankish flying axe and pin it at the gate."

Duncan chuckled, picked up the Nord Bow nearby, looking at the Frankish envoy before him, he said, "How about this."

"In the name of Odin."

"If I hit the handle of the Frankish flying axe, then the Gods shall bless us for a glorious victory in this battle! Molov shall join us militarily in exterminating the Hunnic raiders!"

"If not."

"Then the matter shall be dropped. I'll lead the army alone against those Huns."

What?!

The Frankish envoy heard Duncan's words, was momentarily stunned, he looked at the two-finger wide axe handle, then looked at the direction of the camp gate, his expression was somewhat skeptical.

At this moment, outside the wind and rain had subsided, but still a breeze lingered on the mountain, making the difficulty of hitting indisputable.

The people of this era were still quite superstitious, in the name of Odin, if he actually hit it, it's either Duncan's archery was unmatched among all humans, or the Gods provided silent guidance.

No matter which, this battle would result in a great victory!

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