The herbs boiled in the clay pot, and the unpleasant smell filled the room.

The morning sun shines through the gaps between the clouds and into the window frame. The light spots fall on the body of the mat. Soon, the old man wakes up in the noise.

There was noisy outside, which was a different language. Perhaps when he heard the noise from the house, a woman in her forties walked in outside, with a long skirt and a wide long-sleeved top, her skin was slightly dark, without any beauty. Gongsun Yue lay on it and turned his head to watch her extinguish the fire in the furnace and poured the herbs from the jar into the bowl. The woman looked quite ugly, but she turned her head and smiled at him, revealing her white teeth.

"I know you saved me, but please let me see your lord as soon as possible, otherwise something will happen..."

“...”

"I know you don't understand, but the matter is serious. Your prince wants to seize the throne, killing us Han people is just a move..."

The Parthian woman was still smiling, blinking her eyes at the old man.

"...Wildless people, no woman can look at men like this. Go and call the people you can take charge of, it will be too late."

Half a month after he woke up, the arrow wounds on his body had not yet healed. Every day, the woman was taking care of him. The person who saved him occasionally came over once or twice to greet him. He was a young man, who looked seven or eight minutes similar to that of Vologis. In half a month, it was not difficult for Gongsun Yue to guess that this man was probably the second prince of the Rest Royal Family and the old emperor Parthia. As for his name, he didn't know.

As for the woman in the house, she was specially arranged to serve him, not just a mute, but just a speechless one. But the old man couldn't help but want to say more. No one talked to him for more than ten days, which was a torment. Sometimes the woman would come to communicate with him, such as climbing onto the bed at night... The old man faintly understood the other party's thoughts. Although An Liu was a country, most of them were tribal systems and autonomous situations. The emperor's direct jurisdiction was only the capital, and there was little rainfall all year round, the air and soil were dry, and there were large deserts and Gobi in many places, and the grassland was used to grazed horses, so there were relatively few fields planted. If it weren't for being in the middle of the East and the West, it could consolidate a lot of wealth, the country would be difficult to maintain.

Due to the limitations of conditions, Anxi did not have a standing army, nor did he have no way to use troops to garrison the land...

"Forget it...it's useless to say more to you."

The old man smiled and said, and sat up. The Parthian woman cooled the medicine in the bowl, carried it over and fed it to him with a wooden spoon. She occasionally said something like she was mumbled, but Gongsun Yue couldn't understand.

After drinking the medicine, Gongsun Yue wanted to go out for a walk. There was a small courtyard outside, and the exterior wall of adobe bricks was built. When people jumped up, they could see outside. The woman followed behind silently. When they were tired, they rested under a nearby tree. Seeing the light dust dancing in their sight, it was almost noon when there was a sound of horse hooves outside. The woman cooking in the room also ran out. While kneeling down, Gongsun Yue tried hard to stand up and pulled the wound, which was somewhat painful.

The door not far away was pushed open and several rest soldiers walked in.

They looked around with vigilance, then stood on both sides and bowed their heads. A man wearing a V-shaped white robe with a copper hoop walked past the middle of the soldiers. He saw the old man under the tree, with his beard open and walked towards him with a smile. The old man probably understood that the other party should be saying some polite words for meeting, and even bowed and bowed and bowed: "The Han envoy has met Your Highness."

The man who came in was named Aldaban, the youngest son of Emperor Parthia and the younger brother of Vologis.

"...Selusians, you are a wise old man, and you have noticed the ambition of my brother. Just a few days ago, I arranged for people in Hecadonbiru to wear out the news that he controlled the great Parthian Emperor, my father, and placed the charge of killing the Selius on the emperor. Including the capture of the Euphrates and Tessifon in Rome four years ago, the prestige of my father reached the lowest point, but as long as you are not dead and the letter of the country is still there, we have a chance..."

Ardaban clenched his fists in the language that the old man could not understand, "...... We will set off soon, lead the army to attack my brother, clear his father's crimes, and let the unclean ones get the punishment he deserves!"

After seeing the excited man leaving, the old man stood there and looked at the back of leaving the door. He couldn't help but sigh. The woman kneeling there thought he was a little depressed and came over to comfort her. Gongsun Yue sat back under the tree and looked at her: "You are all about to destroy the country... and still laugh... His mother..."

The words mixed with emotions were said in complex ways. The woman next to him came to comfort him. The Gentile soldiers looked over expressionlessly. The gentle sounds and noisy sounds gathered in the old man's ears. He raised his head. The sun was shining brightly. White clouds were floating in the sky, changing in various shapes, sometimes like cows, horses, chariots, and portraits, and soon became a knight who was galloping on horseback. He shook hands and scimitars, as if blood was splashing and rushed into his vision.

The war has begun.

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The scimitar poked out the right side of the rushing war horse, slashed on the back of a man, the body pounced on the hot ground, splashed dust, and more pairs of straw sandals, and ran barefoot across the land covered with gravel and gravel. Countless rushing horse hooves chased behind, and the knight on the horse's back made fierce shouts, waved the blade and rushed into the crowd directly.

Blood sprinkled out along the flesh and blood cut through the knife. The man's screams and the woman's cry mixed together. Hundreds of horsemen drove them away and squeezed together. The crowded children cried loudly. The old man fell and was stepped on his feet. He held his arms in pain. Some soldiers who escaped from Margiana pushed out the nearby people, nailed the spear to death, and then rushed out like crazy in the gap.

But then he was shot by an arrow and fell to the ground. Ah Hunya, who had put down the longbow, waved to the other side, and the speeding and rotating Hun cavalry began to tighten the circle, holding a spear and a scimitar waved wildly at the crowded Parthian civilians. Blood burst and splattered, and the human face was split and fell off. The woman cried loudly, and the moment she covered the eyes of the children in her arms, a spear stabbed from behind and nailed them to the ground.

The crowd rushed out even more crazily, and the Hun cavalry who wielded the sword and stabbed the spear simply got off the horse and laughed hideously. Hundreds of sword lights slashed around the round line, causing a large splash of flesh and blood. Some of them wanted to resist reached out to block it. In a blink of an eye, the arms flew up. The woman took off her clothes and knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, trying to exchange her body for a lifetime. The Huns who wielded the knife hesitated for a moment, and then were kicked by their companions, gritted their teeth and chopped off their faces with a knife.

The half-dead woman rolled on the ground heart-wrenchingly and screamed. Her white broken bones were exposed from the middle of her face, and the ground was covered with plasma and seeped into the dry soil.

The surrounding Parthian civilians and deserters' bodies were piled up layer by layer, and there was no sound. The Hun cavalry went over to pull the bodies out, swung their swords and cut off the heads with horror and cries, and set a long bloody line on the ground, extending towards Nisa, one of the capitals of Parthian.

A huge chaos is spreading.

The city of Margiana was suddenly surrounded, and a few days later, it was directly torn through the city wall defense line. A group of Parthian soldiers launched street fighting under the organization of officers. However, in less than half a day, they were driven out of the houses by the crazy Xiliang infantrymen and killed them in small alleys. The entire city also ignited a fire, and the massacre of unsealed swords began.

The Huns, Xianbeis, and Wuhuan people tasted the sweetness of the previous massacre. At this time, they were even more cruel and barbaric. Those who resisted and did not resist were usually killed directly, broken, and insulted corpses were randomly thrown on the roadside, or burned together with the house, crying and screaming, and screams were heard in all directions. The Governor Margian was chopped off his limbs. He was hung on the wooden stake and not dead yet. He watched his wife and daughter being stripped naked by dozens of Xianbei people in turn. After that, his white body was thrown off the castle in a ferocious laugh.

"Ahhhhh" the governor glared and let out a last roar, biting his tongue.

Five miles outside the city, Gongsun Zhizhumashanpo looked at the city with a fire, took out the map and looked carefully, threw it to others, waved the horse whip and pointed in a certain direction: "... Let them save some effort, and there is still a Nissa to slaughter."

At the same time, the news of Margiana's attack rushed through the front line of the confrontation and quickly extended to various city-states. On November 20, at noon, the knights carrying emergency information rushed into the Hekadonbiru, the most center of Parthia.

At this time, the place was in a lively and lively atmosphere. In the beautiful melody of the harp, Vollogis, dressed in costume, sat on the high terrace, receiving the blessings of the nobles and officials below. Not far away, the high priest walked towards him step by step with the crown that belonged only to the emperor.

"...Father, you are old and your wisdom has faded. You are really dreaming that you are all in the East, across the insurmountable mountains and deserts, it is impossible to get to Parthia. How can an emperor of a country rely on other countries? Look carefully, and see that Parthia will rekindle its glory in my hands."

The crown came to the front, and Vologis got up from the velvet chair, and solemnly swept through the great nobles of Parthian seat below, "Today, this country will usher in its new emperor..."

"Your Majesty, Margiana is invaded!"

The galloping war horses broke into the palace, and the soldiers' shouts seemed abrupt in this peaceful atmosphere. The young man who was about to become the new future emperor was interrupted. He took the sheepskin with a huge information, and his whole body was shaking slightly and shaking. The bright skylight shone and his face turned pale.

"How did the Seliusian army... appear? How could Kushan, Dayuan let them come?" Volrogis kneaded the sheepskin into a ball, and it took him a long time to squeeze out this sentence from the cracks of his teeth.

Some of the originally trivial things turned into mountain-like weights and came to your face.

………

Where he could not see, the troops were stretched out, and countless horse hooves were on the land of Parthia, like a river rushing, and roaring wildly towards Nisa, the northern cultural capital of Parthia. Governor Nisa, who received the news, summoned the noble army and tribal army in the city, and made a blocking gesture.
Chapter completed!