Now that the last gap has been sealed, once Lyon falls, the Gaul Province beyond the mountains will be almost completely indefensible.

The entire battle situation has undergone a dramatic reversal.

The army of the Western Goths has always been a huge advantage, especially in the local battlefield around Paris, where they have been pressing the British Legion.

But now, there are ten to twenty thousand in the direction of Normandy, ten thousand garrison troops in Paris, and the British main legion has fully retreated from the direction of Lyon, reversing the situation and completely encircling them with an army of forty to fifty thousand.

If the path of retreat is blocked again, everyone will be trapped inside the Gaul Province.

"Your Majesty!"

A messenger rushed in, bringing yet another devastating news. "The Burgundians have deceived us!"

"They have also sent thousands of troops and killed our envoy."

There are many exiles among the Burgundians.

It can be said that the exiles know Duncan the best. In such a war, choosing the wrong side is akin to courting death.

Torismund felt chills in his hands and feet; his complexion was ashen as he reluctantly ordered, "Withdraw the siege."

"Retreat immediately from the direction of Turi."

At the same time.

Almost simultaneously with the Western Gothic army starting to retreat, Balton, who was defending Paris, began to take action.

Think you can come and go as you please?

Is it that easy?

He wasn't eager to pursue, giving the enemy an opportunity; instead, he summoned the Frankish elite and recaptured the military stronghold outside Paris, constantly watching the enemy's movements.

With this era's command capabilities, chaos is inevitable once a retreat order is given.

Bad news arrived one after another.

The Celtic Barbarians from Normandy utterly defeated the Western Goths, and the British main legion, returning from the Italian Peninsula, broke through more than ten towns in just a few days, striking directly to the Mulan Region, which is only two hundred kilometers or so from the capital of the Western Gothic Kingdom, Toulouse.

At this time, the retreat route of the Western Gothic Kingdom's army had been completely cut off. From the outbreak of the war until now, which is only a month or two, their casualties have not been significant, but the situation has rapidly deteriorated, completely trapping them within the Gaul Province.

"Break through!"

"Break through at all costs!"

Torismund actually had one more opportunity earlier, which was to abandon the siege of Paris, lead the Western Gothic elite cavalry to attack in the direction of Normandy, defeat the Celtic barbarian coalition led by Drest, and then retreat from Bordeaux.

But doing so would mean abandoning the infantry and only withdrawing with the elite forces.

A massive encirclement was closing in.

At this point, the tens of thousands of troops of the Western Gothic Kingdom are like trapped beasts. If they can retreat before the British main legion enters the battlefield, there is a slim chance for survival. But if completely trapped in the Gaul Province, they are doomed.

Finally.

A historic scene played out once again. The city of Orléans, which had resisted God's Whip - Alati for several months, became Torismund's last hope.

He gathered heavy troops near the city where the Battle of Sharon initially broke out.

Torismund left some legions to hold Orléans and personally led the main elite and the heavy cavalry of the Western Gothic Kingdom towards Lyon, preparing to rely on Orléans to intercept the enemy from Paris and Normandy, seize a timing gap and face the British main legion returning from the Italian Peninsula head-on.

He had already failed in grand strategy, but there was still an opportunity for tactical penetration on the local battlefield. Only now, to turn defeat into victory, he had to tackle the hardest bone of the entire Britain Kingdom.

Those are all main legions.

Unfortunately, all of this was within Duncan's expectations.

Because as Torismund left part of the forces to guard Orléans, several mathematicians from London, escorted by the army, approached with a large batch of siege machinery.

This was the first time the weighted catapult appeared on the stage of history.

Torismund personally led more than twenty thousand troops to engage Duncan in a decisive battle outside the Gaul mountains, planning to rely on the powerful heavy cavalry of the Western Goths to break the blockade line formed by the British main legion.

But it was already too late.

Before he could officially engage Duncan in a decisive battle, a terrifying news came from the direction of Île-de-France!

The fortress that intercepted God's Whip Attila for two months fell completely within just three and a half days, with its walls smashed to fragments.

It's not that the weighted catapult was that strong, but that after two months of siege by God's Whip, the walls were already on the verge of collapse; the mathematicians calculated the trajectory of the projectile, and after just two days of bombardment, a wall collapsed.

With the walls breached and the retreat cut off, over ten thousand Western Gothic troops quickly surrendered.

At this point, Torismund was already finding it hard to turn the tide; in just a few days, he aged significantly, his eyes bloodshot as he gazed towards the British encampment ahead.

"Break through at dawn!"

"I will personally lead the cavalry charge!"

Torismund looked resolute; if he abandoned the tens of thousands of troops and retreated with only a few cavalry, he feared he wouldn't be able to keep his position as King upon returning.

Before dawn.

The Western Gothic army suddenly took action in a certain direction; one to two thousand elite heavy cavalry opened the way ahead, and many Western Gothic legions attempted to break out of the encirclement.

Yet all this was seen clearly from Duncan's God's perspective.

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