"It seems that I still underestimated my opponent this time!"

On the rolling mountain road, the Magyar army, who had been preparing to bypass Vlachaburg and drove straight into Bulgaria, had to stop at this moment. Because the route set by Yonosh, as the commander, was to cross the mountains to avoid fighting directly head-on with the troops defending Vlachaburg in Bulgaria - but now, the scene in front of him made a bitter smile on his face.

On the narrow wasteland that they had to pass ahead, there was an army that had already set up camps and waited for them for a long time. This meant that the Magyar army had to break through here head-on, otherwise all the previous plans would be impossible to discuss.

Watching the battle flag fluttering in the wind, as if proudly sworn, this battle-hardened Magyar man already understood something in his heart. It seemed that his plan to avoid the truth and be false was suddenly seen through by the other party. The commander of Bulgaria opposite was indeed not a mediocre person, and in addition, he also underestimated the other party's determination - that was definitely not the attitude of the frontiers who were changing their ruthlessness. Obviously, it was not that easy to get rid of the Bulgarian army of Vlachaburg this time, and there would be a big war to break through here.

But the only thing that puzzled Jonorsh was why the army of Frachaburg did not choose to block the mountain roads, but instead established defense lines on an open plain. In Jonorsh's opinion, the other party should not make such a stupid mistake. After all, he has an absolute advantage in military strength at this moment, unless-

Just as Jonorsh was thinking about the situation he was facing, a sudden voice in his ears rang out.

"How could there be soldiers from the Southern Army here? Did they say that they gave up Vlacha Fort directly?!"

John Assen, who had been trekking along the way, was already very dissatisfied with Jonnosh's change of marching route. Now, seeing that he had finally bypassed the Fort Fracha, another army blocked their way, he couldn't help but feel full of fire.

However, Jonnosh was too lazy to pay more attention to the Bulgarian nobleman beside him, and said lightly: "Obviously, the opponent should have noticed our intention in advance, so he would block our way sooner! But compared to breaking through here, it is better than attacking Vlachaburg, right? "

"Maybe, but don't forget what you promised His Highness Ivan. If you can't fulfill your promise, you know what the result will be." John Assen, with a ugly face, said toughly. At this moment, he had already worn out his patience because of the entire Bulgarian civil war. As the key to the victory of this protracted war, he must ensure that he would lead the Magyar army to a fatal blow to the Southern Army and the Boriel Assen who they supported on the day of the decisive battle. For this, he will do anything.

Just one Frachaburg can be destroyed!

After hearing this, Yonoshi's face slightly darkened, and an unhappy expression passed through his eyes, but in the end the Magyar man chose to remain silent and immediately issued a battle order to his subordinates.

"Order the entire army to put down all the baggage that can be discarded, advance lightly, and then set up camp for a night to prepare for battle after going down the mountain!"

"yes!"

Seeing that the leader seemed to have made up his mind, the other Magyar officers did not dare to slacken at all, and immediately returned to the horse to convey the decisions made by Yonosh to the army.

Looking at the camp of the Frachaburg army on the plain at the foot of the mountain in the distance, the Magyar man showed a hint of coldness on his face. Although after a brief and informal contest, Jonorsh was both admiring and curious about the enemy's commanders, everything else was no longer important.

He is about to set foot on the battlefield and will not care about who the enemy is or need the casualties he will get after all this. He only needs everything in this camp to die! Anyone who stands in front of him must be eliminated.

In the evening sun, the armor of Husar's cavalry shone with silver light. They moved closer to each other. From a distance, they looked like waves striking the shore, with imposing power.

This huge group of people came from the mountain. At this moment, they no longer needed to hide their hearts, but headed towards the foot of the mountain with unparalleled power. But they saw the iron cavalry group, and the sounds shook the world as they marched. At this moment, even every Bulgar soldier who set up camp at the foot of the mountain could feel the vibration of the ground.

At this moment, it seemed that the victory of the war had already decided the outcome. The Magyar army was singing their own war song and going down the mountain and then it was a whisper to eliminate the Bulgarian army in front of us, falling into the uneasy kingdom soldiers' ears, which was like the whisper of death in the ears of the god of death.

However, what Jonosh and John Arsen didn't know was that at the same time, on the other side, Justinian, who was in the barracks and waiting for the arrival of Magyar's army, also had the same plan. He did not feel panic at all because he faced several times the enemy. He thought that both his heart and his appearance seemed extremely calm.

Listening to the battle song of the world, Justinian's face showed a sneer. It was obvious that his enemies were coming towards him with the determination to win. In their opinion, they had a absolute advantage in military strength and were sure to win, but-

"When you look at the abyss, the abyss is also watching you!"

Justinian said to himself lightly that this was what later philosophers said, but at this time they used it here, there was a bit of cold and humorous interest. The young man stood up immediately, and he had already changed into a completely different look from usual, without any slight laziness in the past, and his blue eyes were filled with the determination and sharpness of the superior.

And this may be what Machiavelli said that a superior must be a fox but also a lion. He can fight wits but not strength, but he will not be timid in the face of a group of wolves.

At this moment, although the war did not begin, the struggle between the two sides had already begun.

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As night fell, under the cover of darkness, the Magyars' army calmly descended from the mountain and entered the narrow plain, without any trouble.

"Is it actually adopting such a passive defense combat method... but it's normal. After all, their army is too small." Unexpectedly, the other party did not respond at all. Based on the situation of the scouts under his command, the Magyar man immediately understood. Judging from the number of traces left by the Frachaburg army during the previous march, the number of troops on the opposite side was no more than one thousand. In this case, Jonorsh, who had roughly understood the situation on the opposite side, finally felt relieved. The Frachaburg army was just a few people, and set up camp in such a place without any danger. It was simply a death sentence, and there was no threat at all.

The only thing to beware of is to be careful of being caused by the opponent's desperate attack. Inadvertently, Jonorsh had regarded the commander-in-chief of the opposing defender as the Bulgarian nobles loyal to Borier Assen's faction. Some of the fears they had before had disappeared. But if he knew that the enemy he was facing was the little fox of Molia, what would Jonorsh, as the commander, look? Only he himself knew this.

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The next morning, at dawn, both the Magyar army and the defenders of Fort Fracha had already had a full meal at this moment, and the dew in the morning was still wet, but the battlefield was filled with not the fragrance of grass but the bloody smell of killing.

Both sides were waiting for the signal of their commander's order to launch an attack. They saw that the defenders of Fort Fracha not only did not have the Infant City but instead took the initiative to come out of the camp and lean on the camp to open the formation. Only a small number of people stood on the wooden wall to defend.

This seemingly crazy action made Yonosh, the commander of Magyar's mercenary, dare not be careless, because the more the beast was in desperate situation, the more fierce it was. If you were not careful, even the experienced hunter would fail.

Immediately, the sound of the horn in the Magyar army was blown. With a magnificent momentum, the Magyar army immediately came to the fortress of Fracha. Most of them were composed of cavalry. Although the armor on their bodies and the weapons in their hands were mixed, no one could deny that they were extremely outstanding soldiers on the battlefield.

Faced with such a terrifying offensive, what surprised Jonos and John Assen was that the defenders of Frachaburg were actually very tenacious. Although the enemy was large and we were scarce and the troops were scarce, they remained unmoved. Perhaps it was because of the good training on the other side, or perhaps because of the desire to survive in desperate situations, they actually resisted the fierce attack of Magyar's army.

Because the terrain on the battlefield they were on was a narrow plain, although the cavalry could fight, they could not develop and could not exert their numerical advantages.

On the contrary, the Bulgarian soldiers were stubbornly guarding the fortress for their lives, and the small number of defenders on the wooden wall were also helping each other with their comrades below, projecting arrows from a high point.

Suddenly, many of the warriors attacked by the Magyars were beheaded and killed, but with the unstoppable power of the first round of cavalry charges, the Magyar warriors successfully broke into the shield wall of the Bulgar soldiers.

But just when they were proud and were about to completely tear apart the Iranian side of Bulgaria, a loud bang burst in their ears, and this became the deepest impression of their last moments of their lives.

The soldiers holding a black iron tube ignited the fire line just now aimed at the unprepared Husar cavalry. In the face of this new weapon Justinian gave them, the so-called exquisite armor was simply vulnerable.

This is the biggest ace brought by Justinian on this trip - the mezzanine. Although it is still in the category of firegun, there is no problem with heavy armor units at close range. If the defect is naturally complicated loading methods and the risk of explosion, the Mazar Warrior, who was attacked by the musket for the first time, had no experience in dealing with it.

After being inexplicably killed, the riders' reaction was panic. They fled in a panic with the black magic of the wizard, but they were attacked by the Bulgarian militia holding a hook and sickle spear on the other side.

Eventually, the fighter jet that he had finally obtained had been lost in front of the Magyars, the Frachaburg defenders who had won the time immediately calmly re-established the plan to take advantage of the situation and failed to succeed.

The close battle lasted for a long time, and the Fracharburg army, which was backed by the fortress, was still unshakable, and the Magyar army was still unmoved by the attacks of the waves higher and higher. The Magyar people became more and more nervous and frightened because they had been attacked by muskets that they were not familiar with many times, and their determination to attack was worse than that. The casualties were also increasing, which made Jonorsh, the commander, look more and more serious.

It seems that the enemy is prepared. If the casualties continue like this, it is not a good sign. But if the attack is given up and the war is transformed into a war of attrition can certainly be eliminated, but the opponent's intention to win time will succeed.

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Seeing the time passed, the fierce battle between the two sides had been for two hours. The leader of the Magyars looked ugly and anxious. Unexpectedly, a mere small fortress would stop their way forward - this was a very shame.

During the fierce battle, many of the aces in Yonosh's hands, Husar heavy cavalry, had to retreat from the battlefield due to injury, which made the man even more heartbroken.

Finally Jonorsh made a decision and looked at John Assen who was watching the battle with him and said:

"It is not a solution to continue like this. If you continue like this, you will only have more and more casualties."

But John Assen himself said coldly without caring about this: "So what, I don't want the number of casualties, I just want Frachaburg. If I give up halfway, all my efforts will be wasted."

The Bulgar man's eyes were filled with coldness. He did not hesitate to say his inner thoughts in front of the Magyars, but he did not care at all, because he only cared about the victory of this battle now.

"Our warriors are warriors on horseback. Such narrow terrain restricts my return to Husar's cavalry. Now the initiative on the battlefield is on their side. Even if we attack, it will be an exhausted army to help His Highness Ivan. Is this what you would like to see, Lord John?"

Jonorsh, the leader of Magyar, who tried his best to control his emotions, calmly told John Assen to take advantage of his interests, and he woke up from his anger and finally realized that it was not a solution to continue like this.

"Attacking this camp they defended has no help to us except venting our anger. Since the other party has made a decisive attitude, head-on battle is definitely not the first choice."

"But can't I give up like this..."

"Of course it's not a quit, but at this time, the army must be retreated and rested."

"Resting? But what's the use of that?"

"Of course it's useful, because we just need to accumulate energy and wait quietly."

"What does it mean?" John Assen, who was not sure, asked again, and at this time Jonosh's face showed a cold and sinister smile, and he said slowly:
Chapter completed!