In this world, there are two kinds of people who run very fast - except for journalists, one who runs for his life and the other who grabs benefits. How fast the former runs depends on how dangerous it is to chase him, and how fast the latter runs depends on how much benefit he can grab.

The Thracian aristocracy was the latter.

From ordering troops and assembling in Thrace, to rushing to the territory of Molai to replace the Erantz army, this series of actions took them only a little more than a month, and they were so efficient that they were simply gods.

By the time they arrived at the front, the Elantz Army had not even completed all the preparations for the handover.

This is definitely not the slow movement of the Erlantz army - the change of defense of the army is not a child's play, all aspects of work have to be arranged, and it is not easy to complete these in a month.

When the traversers learned about this, a few of them who liked to sarcastically said that "Duke of the Mountains" Pitutz really shouldn't have been called that name, or "Duke Longlegs" - or simply Duke Reporter, who ran faster than reporters anyway.

There are also those who are familiar with the history of ancient wars who express pessimism about the future situation of the Thracian army, since ancient times, the most feared thing in the war is to light the enemy's rash advance, no matter how weak the Molai Federation is, it is also a traditional power of the West 6, with a history of nearly 800 years. Such a country cannot really be completely devoid of heritage. The Duke of Pitutz marched wildly with a large army, a journey of more than a thousand miles, in only a month and a few days—if the army was assembled, it might not even be a month. This frantic march has exhausted the whole army, and if it encounters any more tough battles, I am afraid that the whole army will collapse.

The march of the army is different from the hike of the travelers, and it is very time-consuming and laborious to carry heavy luggage and set up camp. On average, walking thirty miles in a day is considered a relatively safe distance, and walking fifty miles is almost the limit, even if the Thracian army is very physical and well-trained, on average, it is close to seventy miles of crazy forced march every day, which lasts for a month...... In the words of Yunero, this is "a special desire for profit, and it is already stupid".

Fortunately, the Molai people were probably beaten out of courage by Duke Elantz, and they had completely lost their fighting spirit. Even in the face of the exhausted Thracian army, they did not have the courage to resist, and they still did what they wanted, either surrendering or defending themselves behind closed doors, and not a single one dared to fight.

In this case, the allied army of Thracian nobles, led by the Duke of Pitutz, was of course more confident, and in order to improve the efficiency of the "enclosure", they even scattered their large armies and attacked from all sides, as if they were in a no-man's land.

"The Thracians are afraid that something is going to happen. In Trella City, in the branch of the Ilo Workshop, the alchemist Ilo said, "Even I, the little white who fights, can see that they are dying!"

"The world is so big, there are always people who die. The panda said, "Someone has to do it, what can you do?"

Yiluo shook his head: "I can't help it, I can only watch him die." ”

"In fact, the Thracians may not really die. The panda added, "The courage of the Molai people has been knocked out, and they may not have the courage to fight now." ”

"There are always exceptions in the world, Mo Lai is so big, there shouldn't be even a group of heroes who dare to play with their lives, right?"

“...... Hard. The panda, who had been fighting side by side with the Molai people for a long time in the Norma region, shook his head.

Yiluo carefully recalled the Molai people he had seen in the past few years, and couldn't help but sigh.

"yes, it's hard to say!"

Brev Sellers frowned as he looked at the group of unmotivated soldiers in front of him.

Although he has never fought a big battle, he has also led troops to exterminate bandits, and he is not a novice on the battlefield. The first thing to look at in a war is morale, morale is high, and miscellaneous soldiers can also be used as elites; when morale is low, elites will also be chased and killed by miscellaneous soldiers like rabbits.

The morale of the group of soldiers in front of him was very low.

"Look at you bears!" he couldn't help but say angrily, "It's just a war! Haven't you ever been on the battlefield, haven't you ever been to a war? I dare to go up, what are you afraid of!"

Even though he roared like this, the soldiers were still languishing and looking terrified.

Brev had the heart to punish a few soldiers severely, but he knew that he couldn't do such a thing now, so he gritted his teeth in anger, but he was helpless.

His lieutenant leaned over and whispered, "General, are we really going to ambush the Thracians?"

"Nonsense!" Brev said angrily, "There is no joke in the army, and the military orders have been received, so can there be any fake?"

"But...... Just a thousand of us are going to ambush the Thracian army, they have nearly 100,000 troops!" said the deputy, frightened.

Brev squinted at him: "Are you stupid or am I stupid? I'm not crazy, what are you going to do to fight the Thracian army? What we are going to ambush is a small detachment of Thrace!"

He took out the magic prop, projected the map in the air, and pointed to it and said: "Earl Greystone has about 2,000 men, and he just forced Viscount Elite to surrender not long ago, and now he should be on his way to Darren Castle to attack Viscount Darren." They ran three castles in three days in a row, and they were so tired that we ambushed them on the hill and killed them when they passed by the mountain, and we would definitely catch them off guard!"

"But that's it, there are 2,000 people in the family!"

"What is there to be afraid of 2,000 guys who have run almost 200 miles in three days? After running 200 miles in three days, do you still have the strength to fight with others?"

"There can still be a little bit of ......," the deputy thought for a moment and added, "Don't worry, General! No matter what, I will definitely protect you from retreating!"

Brev couldn't help but laugh: "You are already a great master in our Sellers family, even people like you, you will be tired and unconfident after three days of running, what will happen to those Thracians? The reason why they can still run is because they are not prepared for battle at all, and every day they run wild during the day and rest at night." What kind of combat effectiveness does such an army have?"

"If you can run, you can fight......"

Brev shook his head, desperate for this guy who had good strength but lacked guts.

(No wonder my father insisted that I take him as my deputy, with his ability and character, it is not easy to rely on him to win battles, but with him, I am indeed much safer.) ）

(But...... At this time, where can we think about any "safety"? If Mo Lai falls, the entire Sellers family will be doomed, and how can there be any safety at all!)

He sighed in his heart, didn't say anything more, and prepared silently.

After a while, scouts came running quickly and reported the presence of Thracians.

Brev immediately ordered the soldiers to take cover, and thousands of them were lying on the slopes of the hills mixed with dead grass and sprouts in early spring, and there was no trace of them from a distance.

After a while, the Thracians came.

Their army was scattered and completely disorganized. From the knights to the soldiers, almost no one wore armor, and they were all as if they were going out on an outing, triumphant and relaxed, without even the slightest defense.

The knights, riding tall horses, walked merrily in front. From time to time, someone turned back and urged the infantry behind to go faster, and the infantry walked briskly with a smile, even walking and running, but they could catch up with the horses that did not run.

Seeing that the vanguard had passed from the foot of the hill and that the large army that had drawn a long dragon was hurrying through, Brev nodded, took a deep breath, stood up half-crouched, bent his bow and arrow, and shot an arrow that would sound in the air.

"Attack!"

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