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Fortunately, Quintus had been planning for this day for a long time. The people along the way were prepared to provide assistance, and Kulin's guards were galloping on horses with all their might to gain some distance.

At this point, the group had already reached the vicinity of Provence. Not far ahead was a large river, and behind them appeared the figures of hundreds of pursuers. If they were caught at this time, Kulin's men might not be able to escape.

The carriage had long been abandoned.

The Roman noblewomen still had some skills. Empress Lysiniya and the two princesses could all ride horses, but their riding skills were not proficient. The bumpy journey made the three pampered women feel a bit nauseated.

"Get them across the river first!"

Kulin turned to glance at the approaching pursuers in the distance, wiped the blood off his face, and said to his personal guards beside him, "Gaul Warriors, follow me!"

They had engaged in combat not long ago.

Kulin had killed about a dozen reconnaissance riders, but unfortunately wasn't able to kill them all. One person with good riding skills managed to escape, and shortly thereafter, a troop of light cavalry was in pursuit.

Quintus watched part of the group escort the Empress and princesses across the river and immediately wanted to follow on horseback.

Clang.

But at that moment, Kulin placed his blade against Quintus's neck, his gaze cold, and said, "You go last."

"Stay and cover the rear with us."

Upon hearing Kulin's words, Quintus felt a chill all over his body.

Kulin still remembered Anya's final instructions - if something unexpected happened, Quintus was also on the list to be dealt with. There were too many pursuing enemies; even a barbarian chieftain's personal guard of twenty or thirty couldn't stand against so many light cavalry.

Quintus was a true villain. If it came to that, he might have to be removed; otherwise, to save his own life, he might turn to Maximus.

Who knows what he would say by then.

At this moment, the vanguard of the cavalry was charging forth. Kulin arranged his elite riders into a dense formation and charged right into them, taking advantage of the timing discrepancy. This fierce counter-charge indeed caused the pursuers to hesitate; in just an instant, over ten were slain. It had been a long time since the Imperial Forbidden Army had been in battle, and their reaction was not even on par with the local legions.

Dozens of eager individuals, in their rush to earn merit, were easily scattered by Kulin leading a group of over twenty. Seeing they couldn't contend, the enemy immediately turned their horses, attempting to regroup with the rear pursuers.

Kulin didn't pursue but regrouped his men to cover the Empress's retreat.

"Wait for the others."

On a high slope not far away, a cavalry commander of the Forbidden Army looked at the exceptionally fierce Gaulish personal guard ahead and said solemnly, "It's likely the chieftain's personal guard of the barbarians."

"Charging head-on, our chance of victory is slim. The rear troops will arrive shortly."

The enemies were too fierce, needing at least five times their numbers to win. It had been a long time since he had encountered such formidable and highly skilled opponents.

If Kulin and his people had heavy armor while escorting the Empress, without two to three hundred light cavalry, they wouldn't stand a chance.

Only with ten times the troops could they suppress these barbarian chieftain guards.

At this moment, Empress Lysiniya had already boarded the boat and reached the shore. Beside this beautiful Empress were two terrified and gorgeous young women, who had never witnessed such a scene and were simply petrified with fear.

Now, it was just that Empress Lysiniya was somewhat composed, immediately ordering, "Move quickly."

"Don't worry about them."

Since staying behind to cover the rear, one had to be prepared to die in battle.

Beside Empress Lysiniya, a Gaul warrior with facial tattoos glanced at her coldly but did not obey the order, instead instructing the ship to turn around to bring Kulin and the others over as well.

On the battlefield, they fought side by side, living and dying together; they would not easily abandon their comrades as long as there was a chance.

On the opposite riverbank, Kulin seemed to sense it too, and couldn't help but curse, "Fool!"

"Don't ruin the Governor's plans."

Those who stayed behind to cover the rear had long put life and death aside.

Originally, there were about twenty guards around Empress Lysiniya; now half were left. Quintus was overjoyed and immediately ordered his trusted attendants to escort him across the river—he genuinely felt that Kulin intended to eliminate him.

But at this moment, out of nowhere, nearly a hundred cavalry charged from the direction upriver—there seemed to be a military outpost there. These light cavalry were dressed distinctly different from the Imperial Forbidden Army, resembling foreign mercenary riders.

Bad news!

More pursuers.

The influence of Maximus and the Imperial Senate in Italy was greater than imagined; they could even mobilize the stationed local legions.

Empress Lysiniya was so frightened she paled, shielding her two daughters tightly behind her.

But just at that moment.

From the direction of the distant woods came the sound of galloping hooves, followed by a heroic and majestic figure charging out on horseback. Only twelve riders followed behind, yet even from afar, one could feel a menacing murderous aura.

Without a doubt, these men were battle-hardened elite cavalry.

Whoosh!

Arrows whistled through the air.

The formidable man in the lead directly drew a battle bow and fired five arrows in a storm-like manner, immediately unseating several enemies, startling the pursuing foreign cavalry into alarm. He raised the dark spear in his hand, fiercely indicating the numerous enemies ahead, and said in a deep voice, "Crush them!"

The dozen riders charged directly into the opposing hundred!

Bam.

For a moment, horses and men were thrown into chaos.

Empress Lysiniya's position had a poor view, but when she mounted her horse to observe the battlefield, the heroic man had already taken the lead, killing the enemies and causing chaos; the twelve riders, like a storm, pierced through the enemy formation, leaving corpses strewn everywhere. The man's spear danced like a dragon, a cold flash emerging, and with it, an enemy was instantly killed. When a dozen cavalrymen charged him from all sides, the spear swept horizontally like a storm, knocking several people off their horses directly, with the horses letting out mournful cries, neck vertebrae snapping, and falling with a thud.

"It's the Governor!"

The people originally guarding Empress Lysiniya felt their morale soar, abandoning her and her daughters, charging towards the battlefield to assist in the fight.

Governor of Britain - Duncan?!

The lone mother and daughters were left on the hillside, with Empress Lysiniya covering her mouth in shock, watching the man slaughtering in the distance. The Governor of Britain was even more heroic than the legends, the dozen riders only needed one charge to rout nearly a hundred, leaving groups of enemies fleeing in panic.

It seemed their morale had completely collapsed.

Warhorses neighed!

Duncan held the reins with one hand, glanced back at the Empress and the two princesses not far away, and said in a deep voice, "Go protect them."

Finishing his words, without turning his head, he charged towards the narrow section of the river. As the warhorse made a mighty leap, it seemed like man and horse were one. Duncan's figure suddenly exerted strength, rising into the air, the horse plunging directly into the river, while he himself leapt twenty to thirty meters, landing on the rock below on the opposite bank.

Clang!

Sparks flew.

The spear sprang forth like a dragon, piercing the rock, leaving him suspended above the five-meter drop in the river gorge. The spearhead dug over ten centimeters into the rock; Duncan's form suddenly exerted force, the spear shaft bending like an arched bow, rebounding with potent resilience, and projecting him outward in an astonishing arc.

The rock shattered.

One man, one spear, landed thusly on the flatland of the opposite bank.

By this time, Empress Lysiniya already stood there dumbfounded, covering her mouth. Behind her, the two young princesses showed faces full of shock. Everything that had just transpired was beyond what they had known. However, soon, fear surfaced on their faces, for ahead of them, a cloud of dust rose as hundreds of enemy cavalry swarmed around.

Governor of Britain Duncan had crossed the river alone, all to rescue the Gaulish oath warriors left behind to cover the rear.

By this time, Kulin seemed to be driven mad!

His right arm was bleeding profusely, and with over ten men, he forcefully cleared a bloody path, wildly charging towards Duncan's position.

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