This surprise attack by Brev Sellers was like a head-on punch, which not only caused the Thracians to stagger and almost fall, but also restored their original somewhat paralyzed carelessness.

Opponents are not something that can be bullied casually!

It is true that the Molai people are not as good as the Thracians, but no matter how you say it, it is also a big country that has been founded for 700 years, and it should not be insulted. If you really treat the other party as a dead person, you can bully as much as you want, you will suffer!

Rabbits can still kill eagles, not to mention that they are human beings, and no one has two more arms than the other, it's just that you eat an extra bowl of rice and have a little more strength.

This time, the level of the Thracian aristocratic coalition army has decreased significantly compared with the previous two Thracian armies. 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 command of the Duke of Pitutz, the combat effectiveness of the armies put together by various marquis and even counts is far inferior to that of the previous two times.

The First Thracian Southern Expedition, although led by the Marquis of Henry, was actually the elite of the king's faction. In the Second Thracian Southern Expedition, the Elantz family dispatched almost all the elite soldiers and exhausted all their family resources.

In comparison, the quality of the Third Thracian Southern Expedition was much worse.

The comparison is most obvious by grade. The main force of the First Southern Expeditionary Army generally exceeded level 40, and the same was true of the Second Southern Expeditionary Army, but in this army, almost except for the Pidoutz Army, the rest of the armies were generally less than level 40.

A few levels, which seem inconspicuous, are actually related to important advancements. In the first two Southern Expeditionary Forces, there were a large number of green names, and the main force was almost all green characters at a glance, but in this Southern Expeditionary Army, you can see a large number of white names.

Of course, the number of troops in the southern expedition this time is large, but the war does not depend on a large number of people.

For the vast majority of generals, having 350,000 elite soldiers is enough to deal with most of the battles. What hundreds of thousands of troops and the like, generally piecing together an army of this size, either fight a mess with the same number of troops, or let a few elites break through the face and achieve the legend of others.

Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, is a good example: in the battle of Pengcheng, he led an army of 560,000 against Xiang Yu's 30,000 soldiers, but he was easily defeated in a wave, and lost a blue nose and swollen face, relying on Lu Ze and Han Xin to rush to save his life; but in the battle of Chenggao, he was able to compete with Xiang Yu, who also held 100,000 soldiers, for a long time when there were only about 100,000 soldiers and horses...... Although he was still wrapped up by Xiang Yu in the end, he had to follow his old friend Xiahou Ying to throw down the army and run away, and once again relied on Han Xin to turn the tables, but it was enough to prove that for the vast majority of generals, it is not good to have too many soldiers.

Some people can recognize this, some people can't, but at least the Duke of Pitduz can recognize it, so he only brought 30,000 men, and the order he gave to his subordinates was "Collect the troops, suppress the Chinese army, and without my military order, no matter how friendly the army fights, no attack is allowed."

By contrast, the rest of the coalition leaders apparently didn't recognize this. They spread their armies like dragons spreading their wings to intimidate their enemies.

The 60,000-strong army spread out left and right, which is indeed quite an amazing formation, but in the eyes of excellent generals, this is simply looking for death.

In a bedroom that magically maintains the right temperature and humidity, the Marquis d'Addarion, half-lying on the bed, looks at the images in the air and smiles sarcastically.

"A rabble!" he said coldly, "where did Lauren Pitutz get this group of comrades? like pigs! If I could still go into battle and give me 20,000 elites, I would be able to break a wing and rush the rout to his Chinese army—when the time comes, I will see what little Lauren will do? Will he kill the rout to stabilize the situation? Or will he retreat in disarray?"

He was indeed entitled to call the dignified Duke of Pituz "Little Lauren", after all, the Duke of Pituz was only forty years old, younger than his second son.

The image he saw at this moment was detected by the Molai Air Force. Although the strength of the main battle force is not good, all branches of the army are quite neat. The Air Force - or air scouts, naturally, also have.

This kind of most expensive troops are all served by female soldiers, usually female knights riding bipedal dragons or flying monsters such as pegasus, giant eagles, griffins, etc., with the help of the cover of clouds, to detect the movement of enemy troops from high altitudes.

In the absence of anything to block it, the range of magic is almost only limited by the vision of the mage, so the air force generally cannot be used to really fight a war - even if a series of flying races such as the Sky Islanders, Griffons, and Wingmen are opened up in the future, they can only conduct small-scale battles, and if they want to rely on their flight advantage to get to the big army, it is always an act of death.

Air forces generally do not fight with each other, and all countries are reluctant to use this kind of troops, which cost the same weight of gold as consumables, and they can only be scouts, responsible for using magic to record the images of the front and transmit them to the rear command.

For example, the image in the recuperation room of the Marquis d'Artaglion right now is what is really happening in front of us.

The Thracians made their way south, skipping several important castles and coming to the only remaining important pass, the Iron Lock Fortress.

"So you see...... What should we do?" it was the Duke of Cyrus who was guarding here, and he looked at the only remaining veteran of the Federation in front of him with some nervousness, and asked worriedly.

"Do what you want, do it. The Marquis d'Ardarion said nonchalantly, "There are many enemies, so there are many, what's so terrible?" The terrain of the Iron Lock Fortress is indeed not as steep as the Norma Line, but there is no legendary mage in front of him who is as foul as the Sage of López. It's just relying on the fortress to defend, and the Thracians don't want to shake this fortress if they don't fill in the lives of one or two hundred thousand people!"

"But, in case they-"

"No in case!" the Marquis d'Ardarion struggled to sit up straight, and with a roar of rage, interrupted Duke Cyrus's words, and then coughed violently for a long time before he regained his breath, looked at the Duke with his already cloudy but oppressive eyes, and said solemnly, "The city is here, and the Federation has no way to retreat!"

Duke Sellers was silent for a while and nodded: "You're right, it's nothing more than 'the city is in the people'." Seven hundred years since the establishment of the Federation, our five dukes have enjoyed seven hundred years of glory and wealth, I don't bother to know what others do, but the Sellers family really has to use this method to repay!"

"If you think so, you can't lose the Iron Lock Fortress. The Marquis d'Ardarion nodded, let out a long breath, and lay down again, finally showing a satisfied smile on his emaciated and haggard face, "Go, the old man can't help you anymore, whether in heaven or hell, I will pray for your victory." ”

Duke Sellers nodded, stood up and saluted, and turned to leave.

A few hours later, at the gate of the d'Artaglion family's estate, a pair of stilted flower baskets symbolizing the funeral were laid out. The black flower basket and the white flowers were coldly contrasted, and the only person in charge of receiving the guests was the butler and the marquis's twelve-year-old grandson.

All the adult males of the D'Addarion family have already taken all the soldiers of the family who can be dispatched to the Iron Lock Fortress together.