When the encirclement network was gradually torn out by the Romanian-Hungarian army, even the army led by Milosevic himself was slightly shaken at this time. After all, in the beautiful dreams that Milosevic sketched out for them. In the face of such an ambush, the Roman legions should have collapsed at the touch of a button, rather than a stalemate after a brief panic, as is the case now.

A grim-faced Milosevic looked down at the battlefield, and the only thing that could give the Serbian Restoration Army a slight advantage was their artillery fire and bow and arrow positions. Because it is a complete circular encirclement network, the distribution of archers is quite dispersed, so that in addition to ensuring that the impact area of the fire is wide enough, it can also cause all-round damage.

However, this last advantage was torn in half by the Eagle Wing Company with their own hands.

The crossbows and artillery relied on the light provided by their infantry and cavalry to deliver accurate strikes against the Roman army, and in the darkness of the night, they did not use any lighting to avoid being fired back by the Roman legions' long-range fire. If the encirclement network is fully formed, this is the most perfect and correct plan, but it is a pity that the Eagle Wing Company, the Wallachian Light Cavalry Regiment and the other two cavalry wings have torn two holes. The concept of a cavalryman who has lost his restraint in the face of a crossbowman without any infantry cover does not need to be elaborated too much.

When Flora rode her horse and looked at the panicked Serbian rebels, the largest battle since the Serbian rebellion seemed to come to an end.

The light infantry was not equipped to inflict any real damage on the horse armor of the cavalry. At most, the scratching of the coat of arms on the armor would make these cavalrymen feel a little distressed, but the cavalry sword or cavalry spear could easily string them together alive.

Milosevickov was still aware of the turn of events, but at this time, he had no solution in the face of the rampaging cavalry. It was a desperate ambush, and there was no talk of reserving reserves. The gamble was that the Romans would not be able to break out of the encirclement quickly and would eventually be exhausted. It's a pity that the mounted knights, as the most perfect killers of the flank infantry, did not impose effective restrictions on the Serbian Restoration Army. Perhaps they had the opportunity to annihilate one of Publius' company of cavalry, but the entire plan fell through due to their overstretched strength.

"Retreat ......"

"General! You ......"

I said...... Fall back! Milosevic turned his horse's head and stopped observing the situation on the battlefield, "This is a definite defeat, but ...... Our purpose has been achieved. ”

The dust has settled. Without the support of long-range fire, the Serbian peasant rebels were no match for the well-trained Romanian-Hungarian army, while the Austrian reinforcements, when the army was at a disadvantage, were always the fastest to retreat.

If the infantry had been given effective echelon cover, the retreating corps would still have a chance to return to Nišburg to regroup, and Milosevickov was equally confident that Nišburg would survive the winter safely after this ambush.

"General Hunyadi...... Don't chase ......"

Giovanni gritted his teeth and pulled out a feathered arrow stuck under his shoulder, bringing out a sticky line of blood: "Whether or not we can catch up and destroy this rebel army doesn't make much sense. They will inevitably retreat towards Nišburg. But after this battle, our forces no longer allow us to continue the siege with great fanfare......"

"Giovanni! You should be clear about the concept of putting Serbs to trim all winter, right? Hunyati reluctantly inserted his handguard back into its scabbard, not unaware of the risks of continuing the pursuit. The enemy could at any time take advantage of the disjointed forces and formational disadvantages of the Romanian-Hungarian forces in difficult terrain to bite back, and whatever the outcome, as long as the exchange of manpower within an acceptable range was carried out, it was a good deal for the Serbian rebels, who had taken advantage of the situation.

"Your Majesty, you better calm down first" Angelo was more direct than Giovanni, and had already begun to gather troops and clean up a messy battlefield. The broad-bladed battle axe in his hand was gone, and one of his arms was dangling, as if it had been dislocated by wielding the weapon too often. Elsewhere, there were no particularly serious injuries, and it should have been the luckiest of the high-ranking generals.

It seems that the coalition forces have won another beautiful victory, but in reality, Milosevickov has a slight advantage in terms of the value of the lost forces and the strategic level of the fight, and most importantly, the ambush completely halted the progress of the coalition forces. With the exception of the Albanian Legion, whose whereabouts are currently impossible to grasp, both legions had to retreat to their respective borders to rebuild and replenish. In this way, Serbia was given three months or so to breathe. It's not a long time, but the troubles brought to the empire by these three months may take a whole year to solve.

"General Giovanni, who did not find the shadow of the enemy commander, should have withdrawn from the battlefield. In addition to this, they left us some artillery and ammunition. "Flora still held the battle flag of the Eagle Wing Company, and when she put down her covered helmet, she was the most decent knight of all.

"So be it...... Write a final war report to His Majesty John. The Phoenix Guard and the Holy See Guard will go to Epirus and Sofia respectively to repair. In addition to that, we need more food, ammunition, and ......" The clerk was hurriedly recording the battle as Giovanni dictated, when suddenly, a snowflake, with a wisp of morning light spit out from the east, slowly fell, and in an instant, all that was left was a vast, desperate whiteness.

The first snow in Serbia, falling.

Giovanni dipped his fingers in some ink, looked at the stiff text on the station newspaper with some sadness, and after being silent for a long time, pressed his fingerprints.

"It looks like it's won, but Angelo ...... We were utterly defeated. Giovanni's last sigh cut a bleak end to this year's expedition.

The cavalry companies that had gathered together were reduced by 40 percent. Nearly half of the horses were lost. And the mounted infantry was killed and seriously wounded. In the middle of this, the losses of the light infantry made several clerks have no time to count.

There were corpses everywhere, and the number of coalition and rebel troops was able to be evenly divided. Giovanni even suspected that if Serbia had been given a force similar to that of the Empire, the tragedy of the Teutonic Forest would have played out last night.