The morning light emerged.

After Attila led the main force of the Huns to a successful breakthrough, they immediately retreated in the direction of Paris, not daring to traverse the heart of Gaul, they could only return the way they came.

Moreover, the Hun army had ravaged the front, and the garrison on the outskirts of Gaul was defeated. As long as they reached the Germanic territories, they could leave at ease; the Empire could not assemble an army to intercept them.

"Not good!"

"It's the enemy's cavalry!"

A Hun commander's expression changed as he saw the imperial cavalry charging from afar. He immediately said, "Leave behind a cavalry unit to cover the retreat!"

"Everyone else continues to escort His Majesty in breaking through!"

The Hun army had just been defeated, and their morale was low and their expressions weary. However, with the command issued, a Hun heroic eagle shooter quickly led over a thousand cavalrymen to intercept and cover the retreat, splitting the once-mighty Hun cavalry into two, and shielding the injured Attila from the pursuing imperial army.

Kill!

Duncan's figure emerged in the dawn light, his expression incomparably stern, charging forward and drawing out the Nord Bow as he galloped.

——Continuous Arrow!

Three consecutive arrows shot through the air, and the Hun heroic eagle shooter leading the cavalry fell off his horse on the spot, instantly trampled to death by the galloping warhorses.

The commander was killed.

The Hun cavalry left to cover the retreat immediately fell into chaos, and the following imperial assault cavalry burst forth in a wedge array, overturning men and horses in an instant, shocking the thousand Hun cavalry led by Duncan.

A thoroughly defeated army!

The Hun cavalry were no longer as fierce as they initially were.

Duncan did not rush to pursue, charging back and forth until roughly all the covering Hun cavalry were eliminated.

Unstoppable!

They can't be stopped at all!

Within the breaking out main force of the Huns, Attila's expression was a bit panicked, feeling a severe pain in his lower back, even riding a horse felt like a needle stabbing, as if the wound had torn, with blood slowly seeping out. He decisively ordered, "Hachagan! You lead a Khan's personal guard to intercept them!"

On the battlefield, Duncan appeared like a ghost god descending!

Not only were the elite Huns all around him terribly shocked, but even Attila, several miles away, felt his back tingled with anxiety.

To be pursued by such a fierce general, Attila even felt a little urge to urinate.

Where Duncan's arrow struck, Attila didn't quite know, but he had been urinating blood recently. If it weren't for the shaman priest's strong medicine, he might not have been able to ride a horse and break through personally.

The previously commanding Hun general's face tightened. He took a deep look at Attila and knelt on one knee, saying, "Yes! Your Majesty."

Loyalty.

At this time, staying behind to cover meant certain death!

Carrying the momentum of a great victory, Duncan led an elite cavalry to pursue them. There was simply no one who could stop him. The previously difficult-to-kill heroic eagle shooter was now immediately slain upon meeting him.

The key point was the low morale of the Huns, those left behind to cover the retreat were anxious and uneasy, all wanting to escape and unwilling to sacrifice their lives to protect the commander.

Duncan only needed to kill a few reckless personal guards to directly lock onto the main general.

A ray of sunlight fell on the devastated battlefield.

The main force of the Huns breaking through once again split off a cavalry unit, the stars-marked units around Attila decreased further, with some dying in forced breakthroughs and others dying left to cover the retreat. Now Hachagan led elite forces in a desperate intercept, and Attila was left with only five to six thousand cavalry.

As for the other Hun forces, some scattered and fled after breaking through, only Attila's main forces swore to follow to the death!

From the direction of the Imperial camp.

Aetius looked at Attila's breakout line with a sigh. This battle was a major victory, his prestige in the Empire reaching its zenith, but letting Attila escape in the end cast a shadow over his renown. In the army, dissent could be suppressed, but internally in the Empire, especially the Senate and Emperor Valentinian III, they might be quite displeased with him.

But Aetius did not regret it; he believed that letting Attila live was more useful, and after this crushing defeat, he might restrain himself and reestablish peaceful coexistence with the Western Empire.

"Attila has broken through." An imperial legion commander hurriedly arrived.

Aetius expressionlessly nodded and said, "Have the legion immediately pursue."

Infantry pursuing fleeing cavalry.

It's simply a joke!

Attila's main force had already fled far unless Duncan had another ambush unit. Otherwise, the just-deployed cavalry couldn't catch up. Forcing a pursuit would wear out the men and horses, and they might be surrounded and killed by Attila's numerical superiority.

In this way, though it would be a pity for Duncan to fall, it would also remove a potential major threat.

This brat has a heart of a wolf and ambitions not small.

Since that day of complete rupture, Duncan and Aetius's relationship had rapidly deteriorated.

With different positions, they could only part ways.

Aetius's judgment wasn't wrong, Duncan indeed couldn't catch up. Even if he managed, the imperial cavalry behind him couldn't keep up, and horses have stamina. European warhorses excel in short sprints but lack endurance, whereas the Hun's horses, being of Mongolian breed, are slightly smaller, with lesser sprinting and burst power but excel in endurance.

As long as they survived the first wave.

Attila's main force could rely on their endurance to shake off Duncan's pursuit; the imperial cavalry's horses were left gasping after sprinting, while the Hun horses' long-distance running advantage was just beginning to unfold.

"Can't catch up."

In Duncan's god-like perspective, the assault cavalry he led crushed two rear-guard enemy units, killing over twenty starred elite Huns, and soon, the heavily armored imperial cavalry showed signs of 'gasping' and 'fatigue'.

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