Night fell.
Duncan returned to his tent, where Clegane and others were already waiting.
In the battle against God's Whip - Attila, Duncan fought with some restraint, not leading his cavalry on a fierce charge, giving everyone a chance to rest, and didn't rashly attack the enemy's elite guards, so the casualties weren't very high. The main casualties were among the Empire's armored cavalry.
Clegane appeared excited, saying in a deep voice, "Sir, Kulin is here."
Duncan entered the tent and indeed saw Kulin. Having nursed his injuries for a long time, he had brought over a dozen elite Gallic warriors, hurriedly arriving through the exile, but missed out on the actual battle.
Kulin's face was full of regret, and upon seeing Duncan, he kneeled on one knee, saying, "Sir."
"Triss and Lady Anya have temporarily commanded a batch of cavalry."
"They are currently ambushing at the bandit stronghold near Paris."
Upon hearing this, Duncan's spirits lifted, and he asked, "How many people?"
