Duncan was still waiting.
But the Imperial armored cavalry behind him were already restless.
Pairs of bloodshot eyes looked toward the cavalry commander in front of them, burning with fierce battle intent. The adjutant stood behind Duncan several times, hesitant to speak, but in the end, he remained silent, waiting for the final order for the decisive battle. Official source ıs novel※fire.net
The Imperial coalition suffered heavy casualties. The left flank of the Imperial legion was forced back by a gust of wind and could barely stabilize the formation with Aetius personally taking the field.
Fortunately, the routed Alan cavalry and Saxon allies in the Central Army regrouped, gathering at the rear, seemingly still able to put up a fight.
At this moment, Duncan was staring intently at the line of the Western Gothic Kingdom.
God’s Whip - Attila seized the opportunity, pressing forward with the whole army. After breaking through the Central Army, the Huns’ main force swept over the Imperial left wing like a storm. The Gepids and East Goths advanced rapidly, and brutal melee battles erupted on the right flank. Fortunately, the prince of the Western Gothic Kingdom - Torismund had already secured the high ground in advance, gaining the upper hand in the battle against the East Goths.
After repelling the left flank of the Imperial defense line, the central position of the entire battlefield was already flat and open. God’s Whip - Attila directed his gaze towards the defensive line of the Western Gothic Kingdom.
The Imperial legions were already on their last legs, and apart from a small number of elite troops, the other legions could hardly withstand the main force of the Huns.
In this more than one hundred thousand-strong Imperial coalition, only the elite cavalry of the Western Goths could still fight!
Tens of thousands of horses thundered.
The Hun main forces pressed forward on both wings, with God’s Whip personally leading the elite of the Huns’ main force, along with the enormous Hun cavalry rotating left, creating a whirlwind that once again swept across the land. The massive cavalry unit abruptly changed direction, starting to charge at the line of the Western Gothic Kingdom.
"Can we truly win this battle?" Duncan’s expression was extremely solemn.
The elite cavalry of the Western Gothic Kingdom moved!
After the Protector of the Realm - Aetius personally stepped onto the battlefield, from the direction of the Western Gothic Kingdom, the sixty-year-old Theodoric I personally donned his armor and entered the fray, like an aging lion, with eyes ready to devour. He glanced at the position of Aetius, then fixed his gaze on the banner of God’s Whip, slowly raising the lance in his hand.
A deafening cry erupted!
The shouts of the Western Gothic knights almost drowned out the thundering charge of the Hun main forces.
The King’s banner fluttered on the battlefield.
Theodoric I, who had spent his life on horseback and the battlefield, held unparalleled prestige in the Western Gothic Kingdom. As he lowered his visor, thousands of elite Western Gothic heavy cavalry began to move slowly, their lances like a forest. Winds and thunder surged, hoofbeats gradually quickened, banners fluttered as thousands of heavy cavalry lowered their lances; the Western Gothic assault cavalry surged forward on both sides.
The over-sixty-year-old King of the Western Goths - Theodoric I personally led the armored cavalry in a counterattack. The heavy cavalry he commanded was like a torrent of steel, directly smashing through an East Goth infantry unit, the galloping heavy cavalry broke open the enemy formation at the front, with the Western Gothic infantry quickly tearing through the enemy and expanding the battlefield achievements.
This tactic closely resembled medieval warfare: heavy cavalry breaking the way, infantry following to tear through the enemy, swiftly routing the East Goths near the high ground.
Such a tactic requires equipment superiority and a large scale of armored cavalry, otherwise, the charge would be a suicide mission.
—Theodoric I (King of the Western Goths) (Odin’s Gaze) (Resolved to die) (Celestial Destiny burnt out) (Hero in twilight) [Golden three stars]!
—Western Gothic feudal nobility knights (powerful charge) (two-star silver-grey).
—Western Gothic elite armored cavalry (powerful charge) (two-star).
—Western Gothic elite assault cavalry (powerful charge) (one-star).
Thousands of Western Gothic cavalry began to thunder across the crowded highland, the East Goth forces were crushed, despite the valiant efforts made by the East Goths to throw javelins into the oncoming cavalry or leap with battle axes to bring down ceased heavy cavalry riders.
Although the East Goths were fierce, their formation had been shattered. The advancing Western Gothic spearmen then pushed them all down from the high ground.
From Duncan’s godlike vantage, Attila’s elite personal guards moved again, hundreds of riders closing in toward the high ground, among whom were even five or six units marked as ’Hun eagle-shooting guards’, taking advantage of the Western Gothic cavalry being crowded on the high ground, unable to move, they swiftly nocked arrows and aimed in the direction of Theodoric I.
A rain of arrows descended.
Theodoric I, leading the charge at the fore, was struck by arrows and fell from his horse, his aged body trampled to death by the following Western Gothic heavy cavalry.
The Western Goths appeared confused for a moment upon losing their leader, but Prince Torismund quickly raised the banner, gathering the disordered Western Gothic heavy cavalry. Under his command, these heavy cavalry swiftly regained order.
Prince Torismund was exceedingly brave, holding his banner-high lance aloft. Standing firm on the high ground, he launched a downhill charge against the approaching Hun and East Goth coalition.
For a moment, all the forces of the Western Gothic Kingdom demonstrated the states of ’inspired’, ’fight to the death for the King’, and ’high morale’.
It was as if they were enhanced; the fall of the veteran King on the battlefield locked the Western Gothic troops’ morale, leaving only the fire of vengeance. Even the troops on the verge of routing displayed ’rally’ markers. They regrouped, throwing themselves against the oncoming enemy in a desperate fight to the death!