——Pictish Barbarian Light Infantry (Forest Concealment) (Battle Roar).

Mountain Special Forces?

These Pict warriors are somewhat similar to the Wudang Flying Army of the late Shu Han Dynasty. They are adept at traversing mountains and hills, suited for mountain and jungle warfare, and are extremely skilled at ambushes. When the battlefield is in mountainous or forested areas, even the Imperial elite legions are at a serious disadvantage against them.

"If it weren't for the God's-eye view, we'd probably be ambushed by them!"

Duncan's expression became more serious. He ordered the guard beside him, "Immediately send someone to notify Edmundson to beware of Pict ambushes."

The forest ahead was lush and green.

During this era, with a sparse population, the undeveloped territories of the Barbarian Race were vast dense forests.

Hardly a shadow could be seen in all directions, but who could have thought that a force of two thousand elites was already lying in ambush inside? The Picts bore tattoos resembling camouflage, and when hidden in the jungle, they could mimic birds and beasts to send signals. They would not be detected unless the distance was close enough.

No wonder the Imperial Legions gave up after several confrontations.

These enemies come and go like ghosts and possess a natural protective coloration.

"Want to ambush me?"

Duncan's eyes narrowed slightly as he expanded the strategic map, quickly locking onto the enemy leader's location.

——Drest I (Barbarian Military Leader) (Leader Unit) (Divine Spirit's Protection) (Renowned) (Notorious Raider) (Three-Star Gold)!

——Pict Headhunter Guards (Headhunters) (Black Sword) (Death Warriors) (Two-Star Silver-Grey)!

A distinctive chieftain's personal guard.

When Duncan focused his thoughts, it was noted above as——'Picts like to cut off the heads of their slain enemies and hang them at their waists, terrifying their foes while, according to Celtic culture, bringing courage and rage to themselves. This is the origin of the Headhunter Guards; they are the fiercest and most fearless beasts.'

Duncan had some impression of headhunting because his own Gaul Warriors sometimes entered a 'headhunting state,' cutting off heads and hanging them at their waists after slaying enemies.

When he allied with the Franks to annihilate the Huns' raiders, there were fools who charged on their own, having five or six enemy heads hanging at their waists like belt ornaments. It frightened their peers from approaching, and it slowed their movement speed.

Almost all Pictish Barbarian Warriors had the 'prone to charge on their own' mark.

They lack discipline, breaking the enemy with ferocious bravery.

"Have Kulin lure the enemy to attack from the front."

Duncan surveyed the nearby terrain on the strategic map and quickly found a slope. He said in a deep voice, "Gaulish Oath Warriors, follow me!"

"Have the Camelot Highland Swordsmen take the hillside ahead. Once the enemy attacks, form a pincer assault against them."

For mountain and jungle warfare, the Gaul Warriors excel more.

Duncan dismounted, leading a group of several dozen Gaul Warriors to flank behind the enemy, directly targeting Drest's direction. He aimed to directly capture the Picts' leader.

The feat of capturing Meng Huo seven times was too ambitious, but trying to capture the Barbarian Chief three times might be feasible.

However, he intended to annihilate this elite force.

When Duncan released anyone, it was only the bare leader, letting him gather more Barbarian armies for a decisive battle, preventing himself from playing jungle hide-and-seek with them. As for the enemy troops, he planned to annihilate as many as came, continuing until the Picts were incapable of further battle.

A gust of mountain wind blew by.

Kulin led the Britannian Imperial Legion at the forefront. The roads in the Scottish area were in terrible condition, mostly primitive jungles and muddy paths that only allowed a few people to walk side by side. As they passed through a mountain path, suddenly strange war cries came from all directions!

The next second.

A bombardment of human heads flew over.

"Watch out!"

"Enemy attack!"

Kulin instantly raised his shield to block, a head smashing against it, leaving a foul-smelling liquid. Thousands of heads were thrown from both sides of the dark jungle walls, some directly hitting the legion soldiers, causing some recruits to cry out in terror, with others unable to stomach it and vomiting repeatedly.

——Britannian Imperial Legion (Morale Shocked) (Frightened)!

Even with some preparation, this onslaught of heads shocked many, although the veterans of the Imperial Legion fared better, accustomed to death. However, the morale of the newly-reorganized recruits was somewhat shaken.

This battle style was too savage, ordinary soldiers could hardly withstand it.

"Form ranks! Raise shields!"

Fortunately, the Centurion began to take command, and with the veterans' roars, the recruits quickly rallied, forming groups of a dozen or so into a shield wall, blocking the rain of heads.

But this was merely the appetizer.

The first wave of head attacks by the Picts aimed at disheartening and frightening the enemy; then they would launch a 'frenzied beast-like terrifying charge.'

Strange shouts echoed.

The dense jungle filled with rustling sounds, followed by a rain of arrows. From the darkness emerged Pict warriors, covered in tattoos, some even baring their chests, their faces painted in garish colors, resembling a horde of evil spirits.

"Javelins ready!"

"Release!"

A volley of javelins was launched, but the surrounding jungle trees were thick, causing limited damage. After a single opportunity for javelin throws, the foremost Pict jungle warriors rushed in like beasts for close combat.

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