The swaying flames burned on the ragged cloth, a wisp of black smoke floated over the spear that was tilted on the ground, and occasionally arrows flew over the sky. The staggering Parthian spearman fell down stiffly, overlapping on his companion's body, gradually retreating, and his bright eyes reflected the reddish field. The dense corpses spread out, and the ownerless war horse was wandering beside the dead master, gently urging him with his horse's mouth, making a sound of wail.

Soon, the war horse was pulled over the reins, and the Huns who received the trophy laughed at their companions, showed off their yellow teeth, patted the heads tied around their waists, and showed off five fingers, "Another bag of food, when I returned to the tribe, I had a lot of them, and could raise ten strong women to give birth to children for me."

The Xiongnu light cavalry next to him looked down at the head of the human waist, and quickly chopped off a corpse under his feet, wiped off the blood splashed on his face, and showed a honest smile on his face: "...Mine is enough...it's still too few." He turned his head, his vision was about soldiers who harvested the heads, Xianbei people, Wuhuan people, and Dingling people.

On the ending battlefield, a war horse lowered its head and licked a corpse on the ground. The Parthian narrowed his eyes and quietly raised his hands to fear that he would hit the horse's hooves, so he wanted it to leave. When he heard his footsteps approaching, he quickly closed his eyes and turned his head away. A Xianbei light rider came over and plundered the valuable property on the corpse. The man felt relieved and felt a sharp pain in his chest. His eyes opened, and the blade pulled down fell again, reflecting into his eyes. The Xianbei people cut off his head and tied it around his waist, and walked to the next corpse.

In front of the powerful crossbow army, the Nisa noble cavalry general Allat was dragged out from under the war horse and became a prisoner. He was kneeling in front of Pan Feng, looking down at the ground with his brown hair hanging down, shaking in his sight.

"Dear General Selius, please allow Allat to redeem himself with ransom. I am the noble of Nesa, one of the generals of the Parthian Empire. I am your captive and the honor of the general..."

The big-skinned and round-waisted figure nodded on the horse's back and raised his hand: "I didn't expect that there are such loyal and martyrs in your country, so I should fulfill you." He waved his hand: "Take him down and behead him to fulfill his loyalty and righteousness."

Seeing his solemn expression, Allat nodded again, and stood up excitedly to imitate Pan Feng's actions and also raised his hands: "Thank you, for allowing Allat to redeem his life."

Two soldiers came over to take him down, and after a moment, the panicked words rang out intermittently: "Your Excellency General, it's not right... the despicable Selius...ah..."

The sound came to an abrupt end.

Pan Feng looked at the head of the soldier, took out his nostrils, turned his head and smiled at the guard beside him, "It's so long-lasting to chop off your head. The Sakura is really useless, are you right?"

"What if he surrenders?" Wu Anguo frowned at the head with a horrified expression in the soldier's hand.

"….. I, Old Pan, never makes mistakes when I see people. Look, there is still a smile on his face." Pan Feng hesitated for a moment, paused, and hesitated: "….. Well, it may seem a bit painful... but I left peacefully. Don't tell my lord, just say he died on the spot."

Wu Anguo snorted, carried the hammer and turned around and left.

....

The wind was rolling, and the sand and gravel mixed with dead grass began to spin.

A mile behind, Gongsun Zhi was wearing a cloak and led the central army forward in a mighty manner. He already knew the news that the war in front had ended. After looking through the war report he had recorded, he casually ordered a few orders and made some adjustments: "Lu Ban continued to pursue it. It would be best if he could catch the enemy's chief general. If he couldn't catch it, he would wander around Nisa City, clear out the caravans to plunder supplies, cut off the supply of the city, and not give them a chance to breathe."

His eyes then raised, all of which were cold.

After sending the messenger away, he traveled for a while. When he was about to arrive there, the Bingzhou Army, as the vanguard, had already returned from another battlefield a hundred miles away. Two fiery red figures separated from the Mercedes-Benz cavalry came over. Lu Bu threw a head to the nearby soldiers and rode a horse to side by side with Gongsun Zhi. The latter untied the wine bag at his waist and threw it over.

"Will kill the Gentiles be happy?"

Lu Bu took a sip and tightened it and threw it back: "Of course it's a pleasure, but the governor must take care of himself. General Gongsun can be considered a horse-drawn body. This is the destination of our warriors."

The horse's hooves slowly walked. Gongsun Zhi looked into the distance, and a vague smell of blood rushing towards the wind, and said softly: "Although he is my uncle, he has remembered all the things he has done for me over the years. After all, he is old and wanted to make him an idle official position to enjoy his old age... but he is always unwilling to rest. I know what he is thinking... He is my uncle and an elder in the family. He wants to keep a look after me and the Gongsun family."

"........My uncle knew that he was not as good as Zhao Yun, Yan Rou, Li Ru, and Wang Lie, and could not bear too much burden to avoid causing me trouble. So he kept retreating and helped me do some things between the generals in the army....I know all this...I am so suddenly gone..."

The white fluff stroked him slightly, with no expression on his face, but there were some traces of wet redness in the corners of his eyes: "...Think about it, I have been going all the way to this day in my life, and I owe the people around me... there are really a lot of people."

"You shouldn't say such things." Lu Bu looked around slightly and lowered his voice: "The commander of the army, any emotion will affect the entire army. When you get old in the future and spend your old age, let's say these words."

Gongsun Zhi turned his face and smiled: "Okay, when I get old, I will take Wen Hou under the eaves to recall the past of this life. But now I still have the strength to fill in this memory, Marquis Wen! Let me go and see what the cultural capital of the Sabre people is like?"

"Then look at you and me, whose horse is getting faster!" Lu Bu laughed and rode out with a horse's belly. Gongsun Zhi waved his whip and said, "Go—" and followed. Soon, the girl behind him also rode out and rushed out: "And I, and I..."

Dian Wei looked at Li Ke next to him: "Do we want to go?"

"Tsk, your horse can't ride it."

“…….”

It was already afternoon, and the sun was slightly tilted. On the way to the west to Nisa City, it was like a huge battlefield. Countless horses ran over the falling corpses and received orders from the Wolf King. The Huns and Wuhuan cavalry were chasing the fleeing Parthian soldiers, shooting arrows at the other side from afar. In the sunset west, blood and corpses spread in one direction in shock.

Remidals led the direct guards who had not collapsed to try to stabilize the formation. However, they were hardly opponents of the cavalry in the field. The army that had just stabilized was divided and defeated again. They had to fight fiercely and turn in. When the sky was getting darker, he led the defeated soldiers back to the city.

Standing on the city wall, looking at the torch below, I was like a fire dragon swimming in the night, and I felt the crisis. The soldiers who fled back with him looked at the cavalry outside, and no one spoke for a while.

The next day, the sun rose to noon, and Remidals was called out from the mansion and rushed to the city wall. The nobles and officials in the city also ran up, their vision spreading at the high city. A long black line extended from the end of the connection between the sky and the earth. The dust raised covered the sky and the sun. It was a sign of a large-scale march. They had not experienced the war in the wilderness yesterday, but their faces were a little pale.

Under the huge wolf flag, Gongsun Zhi "waves" and truces the horses, looking at the outline of the city wall in the distance and the grassland cavalry wandering below. After a while, he spoke in a low voice: "Siege--"

The horn of the siege sounded.

In the Xiliang army formation, which had already been waiting for orders, Guo Si stuck out his tongue and licked the blade, waved it violently, and pointed at Nisa City: "The governor has an order to attack the city!"

The army began to slowly move towards the other side with the sound of war drums. Behind the rear, the catapults were also built by the civilians. The craftsmen began to build them, and the stone bullets were transported and piled up. The prairie cavalry, intertwined under the city wall, pulled their bows and arrows and aimed at the top of the city.

On November 30th, the world is changing color on this day.

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Harax.

The sound of trumpets sounded in the endless barracks. Aldaban rode on his war horses. A large number of infantrymen in the barracks rushed up to the field and gathered. He watched the rescued old man Selius boarded a chariot, "My brother killed his father and usurped the throne, and you, the Selius people from the East, will become how Ardaban, who witnessed justice, defeated his evil brother and reorganized the Parthian Empire."

He snatched the horse's head, looked at the army that had already assembled, pulled out the sword from his waist and pointed it into the sky: "I, Aldaban, swore in the name of my father, in the name of the Parthian kings of all ages, that today we will go to war with the evil Vologis! and defeat him and clear the stains on the throne-"

"Start, I, Parthian heroic and righteous warrior!"

The war horses neighed and circled, and Aldaban waved his sword and slashed: "Victory will belong to us, and the war will begin-"

The loud voice rushed into the sky, alarming birds, and the clouds rolled away to the wider world. The sunlight occasionally shone through the gaps of the clouds. Many cavalrymen ran between the roads, carrying terrifying news and quickly entered the quiet and prosperous city - Hecadonbiru.

As the first information rushed into the palace, Vollogis was wearing a white robe, wearing a crown and holding a scepter, sitting on the throne with the nobles below to discuss the matter of sending troops in the spring. The winter in Central Asia would be very cold and it would be impossible to gather a large number of troops to attack the Selius army that slaughtered Margiana.

"Your Majesty, all tribes and city-states are inciting soldiers to join the war. When the weather is warm, you will see 150,000 troops outside the city gathering, waiting for the review of Emperor Parthia."

When the news from outside was handed in, Vollogis unfolded her sheepskin and looked at it, and his handsome and fair face turned visibly.

"What happened to Your Majesty?" A nobleman below stood up and had a bad premonition in his heart.

.....

Huge fighting and shouting boiled on the stretched city wall. Under the bright sky, ladders set up the city wall. Xiliang infantry with blades on his mouth climbed up. The soldiers who had already stood on the city wall waving their weapons frantically, cooperating with each other in the form of a small team to spread out on the city wall.

The sky was covered with stone bullets, smashing over the heads of crowded people, falling on people, and their bodies collapsed and scattered on the ground. Some flew directly over the city wall and fell into the city, alarming the cries of civilians and the sound of houses collapsed.

"The civilization of Parthia is recorded here. Our gods will favor this city, and everyone will fight bloody battles here. If the city is broken, we will die together." Remidals stood on the wall and raised his sword: "...For the glory of Parthia!"

Countless soldiers responded loudly, but on both sides of the city wall, Wei Yan, Wu Anguo, Zhang Fei, Dian Wei and others led their teams to kill in the future, and pushed them from side to side like an angry tide, cutting off the Parthian defenders on the city wall section, and forcibly crushing the Parthians in the middle to collapse.

Remidals fought hard, and there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him. Then he saw a giant man with a huge body standing in front of him with his double halberd...

...

"What happened to Your Majesty?" The voice echoed in the quiet palace.

Vollogis had a pale face and pinched the sheepskin that recorded the message, and he was buried in the throne, trembling slightly. After a moment, his voice was a little hoarse: "...Northern Nisa...no more."

".........My brother, Aldaban, rebelled in Harax." His eyes turned, and swept over a nobleman looking at each other. The official stood up slowly, his eyes turned red, and he sprinkled the sheepskin in his hand and roared at them: "Pathia is fighting everywhere, and where is my army?!"

....

On the wall of Nisa, the amazing fighting was still expanding. The civilians and nobles in the city hid at home or in the attic watched the enemies who had killed the city wall and killed the inner wall and rushed to the city gate. Soon after, the cavalry outside the city flooded in like a tide, scimitars, bows and arrows, and the fierce and ferocious smiles of the group of people.........
Chapter completed!