Chapter 434: legacy
Brave Sellers' surprise attack was like a punch in the face, which not only caused the Thracians to stumble and almost fell, but also brought them back to their senses, who had been somewhat paralyzed.
Opponents can't be bullied casually!
It is true that the Molai people are not as capable of fighting as the Thracians, but no matter what, they are also a big country that was founded 700 years ago, and should not be despised. If you really treat the other party as a dead person, you can bully as much as you want, and you will suffer!
A rabbit can kick an eagle to death, not to mention that they are both human beings, and no one has two more arms than the other.
Compared with the previous two Thracian armies, the level of the Thracian noble coalition has dropped significantly. Although in terms of numbers, the number of 90,000 troops is even close to the sum of the previous two armies, but in fact, except for the troops under the Duke of Pieduc, the troops put together by various marquis and even earls are far more effective in combat. Not as good as the previous two.
The first Thracian expedition to the south was led by Marquis Henry, but they were actually the elites of the king's faction. In the second southern Thracian expedition, the Ailanz family dispatched almost all the elite soldiers and exhausted all their wealth.
In contrast, the quality of the Third Thrace South Expedition was much worse.
Comparing with the level, the most obvious at a glance. The main force of the first southern expedition army was generally over level 40, and the same was true for the second southern expedition army, but in this army, except for the Pieduc army, the rest of the army was generally less than level 40.
Several levels, which look inconspicuous, are actually related to important advancement. In the previous two Southern Expeditions, there were a large number of green names, and the main troops were almost all green at first glance, but in this Southern Expedition, you can see a large number of white names.
Of course, the number of troops in the southern expedition this time is large, but it is not enough to fight with a large number of people.
For most generals, having 30,000 to 50,000 elite soldiers is enough to deal with most of the battles. What kind of army of hundreds of thousands, etc., generally put together an army of this size, either to fight a bad battle with the same number of troops, or to let a few elites break the face and make others legends.
Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty, is a good example: in the battle of Pengcheng, he took 560,000 troops against Xiang Yu's 30,000 troops, but was easily defeated in one wave, and he lost a bruised face. Come to save his life; but at the battle of Chenggao, he was able to compete for a long time with Xiang Yu, who also held 100,000 soldiers... Although he was surrounded by Xiang Yu in the end, he had to follow The old friend Xia Houying threw away the army and fled together, and once again relied on Han Xin to make a comeback, but it was enough to prove that for most generals, too many soldiers are not good.
Some people can recognize this, some people can't, but at least the Duke of Pieduts can recognize it, so he only brought 30,000 people, and the order to his subordinates is to "shrink the troops, town. Live in the Central Army, without my military order, no matter how well the friendly forces are fighting, they are not allowed to attack.”
By contrast, other leaders of the coalition apparently did not recognize this. They spread out the army carelessly, like a giant dragon spreading its wings to intimidate the enemy, full of momentum.
The 60,000-strong army spread out, which is indeed quite an astonishing formation, but in the eyes of excellent generals, this is simply courting death.
In a bedroom that uses magic to maintain the proper temperature and humidity, Marquis D'Addarion, who was half-lying on the bed, looked at the image in the air and smiled sarcastically.
"The rabble!" he said coldly. "Where did Lauren Pieduts get this group of comrades? It's like a pig! If I can still play, give me 20,000 elites, and I can break a wing. , rushing the defeated army to attack his central army - when the time comes, I want to see what little Lauren will do? Is it to kill the defeated army to stabilize the situation? Or retreat in embarrassment?"
He is indeed qualified to call the dignified Duke of Pieducs "Little Lauren". After all, the Duke of Pieducs is only forty years old, younger than his second son.
The image he saw at this moment was detected by the Molai Air Force. Although Mo Lai's main battle force was not strong, all the arms were fairly neat. Air Force - or air scouts, of course there are.
The most valuable troops are all female soldiers, usually female knights riding flying dragons or beasts that can fly at high altitudes, such as flying horses, giant eagles, and griffins. the movement of the enemy.
In the absence of anything blocking the range of magic, the range of magic is almost limited by the vision of the mage, so the air force generally cannot be used to really fight - even if there are a series of flying races such as sky islanders, griffins, and wingmen in the future Open, they can only carry out small-scale operations, and want to rely on the flight advantage to go to the big army, it is always an act of death.
There is generally no battle between the air forces, and all countries are reluctant to use this kind of arms with training costs comparable to the same weight of gold as consumables. They can only be scouts, who are responsible for recording images in front of them with magic and passing them to the rear commander. department.
For example, the image of Marquis D'Addarion's training room right now is what's actually happening ahead.
The Thracians went all the way south, skipping several important castles, and came to the only remaining important pass in Molai—the iron lock fortress.
"Then you see... what should we do?" It was Duke Cyrus who was guarding here. He looked nervously at the only remaining veteran of the Federation, and asked worriedly.
"What to do, what to do." Marquis D'Addarion said nonchalantly, "if there are many enemies, then there are many, what is there to fear? The terrain of the Iron Chain Fortress is indeed not as steep as the Norma line of defense, but there is no The legendary mage who fouled like the sage of Lopez. It is nothing more than relying on the fortress to defend, and the Thracians will not be able to shake this fortress unless they kill 10,000 or 20,000 people!"
"But what if they—"
"No case!" Marquis D'Addarion struggled to sit upright, shouted angrily, interrupting Duke Cyrus's words, and then coughed violently for a while before he recovered his breath. Looking at the Duke with oppressive eyes, he said solemnly, "With people in the city, the Federation has nowhere to go!"
The Duke of Cyrus was silent for a while, then nodded: "You are right, it is nothing more than 'the city is in the presence of people' that's all. The Federation has been established for seven hundred years, and our fifth duke has enjoyed seven hundred years of glory and wealth, what others do, I I'm too lazy to know, but the Cyrus family really has to use this method to repay!"
"If you think so, the iron lock fortress will not be lost." Marquis D'Addarion nodded, let out a long sigh, and lay down again, with a satisfied smile on his thin and haggard face, "Go ahead. , the old man can't help you any more, whether in heaven or hell, I will pray for your victory."
Duke Cyrus nodded, stood up, saluted, and turned away.
A few hours later, at the gate of the Dadalion family's manor, a pair of high-footed flower baskets symbolizing mourning were placed. The black flower baskets and the white flowers contrasted icyly. The only ones in charge of receiving the guests were the butler and the marquis's 12-year-old grandson.
All the adult males of the Dadalion family have taken all the soldiers of the family that can be dispatched to the Iron Chain Fortress.