Reckless Through The New World

In this world, there are two kinds of people who run very fast - except for journalists, one kind of people is running for their lives, and the other kind of people is robbing money. How fast the former kind of person runs depends on how dangerous the thing chasing him is;

The Thracian nobles are the latter.

From ordering and gathering troops in Thrace, to rushing to Molai to take over from the Elanz Army, they only took a little more than a month for this series of actions. Such efficiency is simply amazing.

When they arrived at the front line, the Elanz Army hadn't even completed all the handover preparations.

This is definitely not the fact that the Ailanz army is slow-shifting the army is not a child's play, all aspects of the work must be arranged, and it is not easy to complete these in a month.

When the traversers learned about this, a few sarcastically said that "Duke of the Mountain" Pieduc really shouldn't be called this name, but rather "Long-Legs Duke"—or simply called the Journalist Duke, Anyway, he ran faster than the reporter.

Some people familiar with the history of ancient wars expressed pessimism about the future of the Thracian army. Since ancient times, the most feared thing in wars is to underestimate the enemy and advance rashly. No matter how weak the Molai Federation is, it is still a traditional power in the Western Continent, with a history of nearly 800 years. Such a country can't really have no foundation. Duke Pieduts led the army to rush forward, and the journey of one thousand, hundreds of miles took only one month and a few days—maybe less than a month after deducting the gathering of the army. This kind of frantic and rapid march has already exhausted the entire army. If there is another tough battle, I am afraid that the entire army will collapse.

The army march is different from the ALICE hiking, which is time-consuming and labor-intensive. On average, walking 30 miles in a day is a relatively safe distance, and walking 50 miles is almost the limit. Even if the Thracian army is physically fit and well-trained, on average, it is close to 70 miles of madness every day. The forced march lasted for a month before and after... In Yuneruo's words, it was "so greedy for profit, it's already stupid".

Fortunately, the Molai people were probably knocked out of courage by Duke Alanz, and have completely lost their fighting spirit. Even in the face of the exhausted Thracian army, they didn't have the courage to resist, they were still there, either surrendering or guarding themselves, and no one dared to fight.

Under such circumstances, the Thracian nobles' coalition led by Duke Piduc was of course more confident. In order to improve the efficiency of the "enclosure", they even dispersed the army and attacked from all sides, as if entering no one's land. .

"The Thracians are afraid that something is going to happen." In the city of Trela, in the branch of the Ilo workshop, the alchemist master Ilo said, "Even a little white who is fighting can see that they It's killing you!"

"The world is so big, there are always people who will die." Panda said, "Someone insists on doing it, what can you do?"

Yiluo shook his head: "I have no choice but to watch him die."

"Actually, the Thracians may not really die." Panda added, "The Molai people's courage has been knocked out, and they may not have the courage to fight a wave now."

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

"...It's hard to say." The panda who had fought side by side with the Molai people for a long time in the Norma area shook his head.

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

"Yeah, it's hard to say!"

Brave Sellers frowned as he looked at the group of soldiers with no fighting spirit in front of him.

Although he has not fought a major battle, he has also led troops to exterminate bandits. The first thing to look at in a war is morale. When morale is high, the soldiers can be used as elites; when morale is low, the elites will be chased and killed by the soldiers like rabbits.

The morale of the group of soldiers in front of them was in a mess.

"Look at you bears!" He couldn't help but said angrily, "It's just a war! Have you never been on a battlefield, haven't you fought a war? I dare to go, what are you afraid of!"

Even though he roared like this, the soldiers were still languid and looked frightened.

Brave had the heart to punish a few soldiers severely, but he knew that he couldn't do such a thing now.

His second-in-command leaned in and whispered, "General, are we really going to ambush the Thracians?"

"Bullshit!" Brave said angrily. "There are no jokes in the army, and the military orders have been accepted. How can there be fakes?"

"But... just a thousand of us to ambush the Thracian army? They have nearly 100,000 troops!" The deputy said in horror.

Brave squinted at him: "Are you stupid or am I stupid? I'm not crazy, what are you doing to fight the Thracian army? We are going to ambush a small Thracian squad!"

He took out the magic prop, projected the map in the air, and pointed with his finger: "The Earl of Greystone, with about 2,000 people, forced Viscount Inlit to surrender not long ago, and should be heading to Darren Castle now to attack Darren. On the way to the Viscount. They ran three castles in a row for three days, and they were exhausted. We lay in ambush on the mountain, and when they passed by the foot of the mountain, we would kill them, and we would definitely catch them by surprise!”

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

"Two thousand guys who ran two hundred miles in three days, what's there to be afraid of? After you've run two hundred miles in three days, do you still have the strength to fight someone?"

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

Brave didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "You are already considered a formidable expert in our Cyrus family. Even a person like you is exhausted after three days of running. What will happen to those Thracians? The reason that he can run is because he is not prepared for battle at all, and he runs wildly during the day and rests at night. What kind of combat effectiveness can such an army have?”

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

Brave shook his head, despairing of this guy who lacked guts despite his strength.

(No wonder my father insisted that I take him as his 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 I think about "safety"? If Mo Lai falls, the entire Cyrus family will be destroyed, so there is no safety at all!)

He sighed in his heart, and said nothing, silently preparing.

After a while, the scouts came running quickly and reported that they had found traces of the Thracians.

Brave immediately ordered the soldiers to hide. Thousands of people were all lying on the hillside mixed with withered grass and sprouts in early spring. From a distance, they could not see a trace.

After a while, the Thracians did come.

Their army was scattered and disorganized, and it was no longer a team. From the knights to the soldiers, almost no one was wearing armor, all of them were like going out on an outing, triumphant, relaxed, and without the slightest bit of defense.

The knights rode high-headed horses and walked happily ahead. From time to time, someone turned around and urged the infantry behind to go faster, while the infantry walked briskly with a smile, even walking and running, but they were able to catch up with the horses that were not running.

Seeing that the vanguard had passed from the foot of the mountain, and the large troop that had drawn a long dragon was hurriedly passing by, Brave nodded, took a deep breath, stood up half-squatting, bent his bow and shot an arrow, and fired a A command arrow resounding in the air.

"attack!"