Chapter 433: an important victory
After firing the roaring arrow, Brave rushed down the mountain without delay. His lieutenants and guards were startled and rushed forward, rushing ahead of him towards the Thracian army.
Although Mo Laijun's morale was low, he was naturally motivated to see the coach taking the lead in the charge, and he rushed down without any hesitation.
Thousands of people rushed down the mountain from the hillside, and they were really imposing. The Thracian army did not expect to be attacked at all, and immediately panicked.
In this panic, Count Greystone, the commander of the Thracian Army, was furious. He was about to slap his horse and rush up to meet him, but the knight commander who was guarding him grabbed the reins.
"Sir! You can't go!"
"Where can't you go?"
"I can't beat it!" The knight was sweating profusely, pointing to the soldiers beside him, "How can you fight such a soldier?"
Earl Greystone turned his head to look, and suddenly the whole person felt as if he had fallen into the ice cellar, cold in his heart.
I saw that the army under his command was in disarray at the moment, completely out of formation, each without armor, only holding weapons, and looking flustered, the most terrible thing is that everyone looked tired, even some people. He was gasping for breath, and was teetering before he even started to fight.
He is also knowledgeable. Seeing such a situation, he naturally understands that there is no victory in this battle. It's not even a question of winning or losing, but a question of whether the entire army will be wiped out.
Earl Greystone was also decisive. After only looking at it, he made up his mind and said in a low voice, "Let's go!"
The knight commander naturally understood what he meant, nodded and asked, "Which way to go?"
"Detour back!" said Earl Greystone, "to join the army!"
The two immediately pulled the reins, galloped on their horses, and ran towards the distance, followed by a large number of knights, hula-la running into a line.
Brave was rushing down the mountain, and when he saw such a scene, he couldn't help laughing.
"Great! This is God looking after me!"
After laughing, he shouted: "The Thracians have escaped! Their coach has escaped!"
Being reminded by him, even people who didn't notice it did notice it. So the shouting continued, Mo Laijun's morale was boosted, and one by one he felt courage pouring out of his heart. For a time, he seemed to have inexhaustible strength, and even his legs ran faster.
On the contrary, the Thracians were already exhausted, and at this moment, seeing the coach taking the lead to escape, they were even more heartbroken. The only bit of strength seemed to be gone, and many people sat directly on the ground, unable to even stand up.
Now that things have come to this point, there is naturally no suspense about the outcome of this battle.
A few days later, the Molai army ambushed the Thracian army, and with less victory more, the two thousand elite Thracian soldiers except the cavalry were able to escape, the rest of the army was wiped out, and the one thousand Molai army hardly suffered any casualties... The news spread among the nations.
The morale of the Molai people has naturally been boosted. Many Molai nobles who originally wanted to fly down the flag have changed their minds and are determined to wait for a while to see. The Cyrus family who presided over the ambush battle is even more famous. , Master Brave, the second son of the Duke, was even boasted as "the number one general of the Federation"... I don't know if Brave would blush when he heard this? Still worried?
The Thracians were shocked and angry, and the soldiers and horses that had been scattered quickly gathered up. After listening to the complaints of Earl Greystone, the Duke of Pieduc and others made up their minds to stop attacking the city slowly and gather the whole army. Moving towards Molai Hong Kong, the capital of the Federation, let’s first completely destroy the fighting spirit of the Molai people!
As for the rest of the countries, the Laytons seemed to be indifferent on the surface, and naturally applauded secretly in their hearts; the Terrera people were very happy, and they were hesitating whether to send reinforcements or not. The Republic of Western Brunei, which was in secret negotiations with Thrace, could not help but hesitate.
The Thracian defeat, although small in scale, reflects their arrogance. Not to mention the truth that arrogant soldiers will lose, even if they win, it is really not a good choice to cooperate with arrogant people...
The traversers were not surprised by this battle. Brave Sellers would have performed well in this war. According to history, he was a famous general who grew up when the Federation retreated to the south. He died in the war when Hong Kong fell. It is quite reasonable for such a brave general to do such a thing.
Besides, the Thracians are so arrogant and slack, what's the wonder of losing a battle?
However, they did not pay much attention to the value of this battle. A mere battle of a few thousand people level will not change the overall trend of the entire war. If you want to judge whether Mo Lai can hold on as in the history of the game, or will be pushed to death by Thrace, the key depends on the defensive battle of the iron lock fortress.
If the Molai people can hold the iron lock fortress and block the footsteps of the Thracian attack, then everything will probably return to the original direction of history.
If Mo Lai people can't do it, then history will be completely messed up...
"By the way, should we hope that history returns to its original track? Or do we hope that history will be messed up?" Panda asked with great interest during the private discussion among the travelers.
Sanyu pondered for a while and said, "I think from the perspective of interests, it is more convenient that history can still follow the original track."
"But if we follow the original track, what will happen to the Battle of Tarakhan?" Liu Daoqing asked, "Everyone has worked hard for several years, is it all in vain?"
Sanyu sighed, his face full of confusion.
"Then let history follow its original track until the Battle of Tara Khan," Eric said. "It's probably in our best interest to wait until then and let history turn."
"I think you are still too conservative." Locke shook his head, "If we are all dispatched now to madly assassinate the middle and small nobles of Thrace, and dare not say that the country has been overturned, at least they can be thrown into chaos and no further aggression. There is room for others. It's too passive for everyone to see tricks like this now!"
"It's better not to cause trouble." Sanyu sighed, "The water in this world is too deep. Not making trouble is good for others, and it is also good for us."
Locke frowned and didn't refute.
The water in this world is indeed very deep, and he has seen it with his own eyes not long ago.
More than a year ago, Jian Shisan and Xingzhao came to the forest north of Tarakhan, trying to negotiate with the barbarians. At first, they wanted to forcefully subdue the barbarian tribes by force, but soon after, a barbarian elder came to have a fight with them.
The outcome of the battle was unwilling to be disclosed by either side. But after this battle, although Jian Shisan and Xingzhao were respected by the barbarians as elders, they never used violence to solve the problem. Instead, they honestly took root in the barbarians and began to expand themselves through cultural, medical and other means. Impact.
As a bystander in that battle, Locke was also shaken a lot, and he had some new thoughts on how the traversers should settle down in this world...