The temperature was dry and cold late at night, and the camp of the Harax Restoration Army had a different atmosphere from the past. This time they came from the west to drive out the emperor who killed his father and usurped the throne. They braved the cold and went eastward, persuaded the tribes to join in. On the fifth day of December, the army had expanded from more than 30,000 people, which made the army's morale high. They had strong confidence in defeating the Vologis sitting in the city of Hekadonbiru.

However, on the night when we arrived at the junction, the message ahead was almost late.

The Seliusian army had already slaughtered the city of Margiana before they sent troops to attack Volrogis. Because of the large area and the cold weather after winter, the news had become slow. When they received the news, Aldaban and the generals in the army were pointing to the map to discuss the war... When the temperature warmed up, where to start the first battle, and how to arrange the new tribal soldiers of the army, etc.... a series of questions.

As the sun set, the knights who had brought the first news had entered the camp. They had expected Margian to be broken, but the Selius people came too fast, and they even felt that the country in the East was next to Parthia, because he had rescued the Selius messenger for more than half a month.

"Can it be the Kushans pretending to be the Salius people and taking the opportunity to attack Parthia?" The leaders of the tribes in the tent were a little confused. After all, except for Rome to the west, only Kushans in the east were left, but the Kushan Empire had a harmonious exchange with them, and there had never been a major conflict for hundreds of years. Aldaban sat on a chair, crossed his hands and his chin and fell into deep thought.

Soon, the second piece of information came over. Before I could read it, more news was suddenly unblocked like a blocked canal, and was constantly sent into the big tent.

On the oil lamp, the sound of breathing inhalation made the fire sway.

After Margiana was massacred, a large number of unknown Selius troops defeated Remidals' forty thousand troops at a rapid speed along the northern crossing line. The next day, the city was captured, and the cultural capital Nisa burned into a white land. Nearly 300,000 people were massacred, captured, or driven away from the north.

Bailaomen sent troops to rescue him, but was defeated halfway through, and the generals died in battle. The Seliusians' army went south directly, and the flags and cavalry were placed left and right for more than 20 miles, sweeping towards Hekadonbiru. The outposts, garrisons and checkpoints along the way were destroyed, and nearly 20,000 people were killed or captured.

Not only did the sudden appearance of the Selius people come to kill each other, but there was another message: Vollogis announced in Hekadonbiru that they were rebels and would be wiped out first.

The sound of reading the information continued to sound, and the atmosphere in the tent became subtle. Aldaban leaned back in the back of the chair and rubbed his face hard. Now he and the Restoration Army of more than 30,000 people seemed a little embarrassed. They were rebels at home, foreign countries, and still the Parthian army. To attack their elder brother Vollogis, they might also encounter the Selius army.

And in this atmosphere, he also noticed the uneasiness of everyone.

"Go down, things are not that bad yet." He comforted everyone and said.

Late at night, Aldaban looked at the tent and couldn't fall asleep. He sat up and thought for a while before he walked out of the tent, walked through the camp and the campfire, and the soldiers who were patrolling by the bonfire were all panic. He calmly came to the old man Selius's tent, hesitated for a moment, and walked in.

The furnishings inside were simple, with only a wooden bed covered with fur. When he heard the footsteps, the blanket was lifted. The Parthian woman who was dressed in an old man stood up in white robe. The wind blew in, and there was no other clothes inside. Aldaban waved her to go out. At this time, Gongsun Yue sat up and took a fur coat to cover it.

"... King, what are you doing here? Don't sleep?" He learned some language with the Parthian woman, and could say a few simple words.

Aldaban shook his head, sat down next to the old man, and looked at the ground: "Your army has fought, slaughtered two cities, hundreds of thousands of Parthian people died in the fire of war... and I am still resisting, making my country even more chaotic. Today, the generals in the army have problems with their eyes... I am worried that they will not take another step forward."

Gongsun Yue next to him understood some of them, and some didn't know what they mean, but knew that Selius meant the Han people. Selius' army was naturally the Han army. According to his nephew's temperament and ability to command the army, he should have fought. The old man reached out and patted Aldaban who did something wrong like a child. He lived a long life and could probably guess the other part of his words. He comforted softly: "...On ordinary people have right or wrong, and you are nobles... If you are kings, there will be no right or wrong. My Eastern army comes here. Think carefully... how did it happen?"

"It's not your fault...but your brother. If he doesn't rob and kill my great Han envoy, he will not have what he is today. Your father is still alive. The Parthian people in those two cities are still living ordinary lives. Prince Aldaban, are you right?"

The young man with deep brown hair and eyes tightened the corner of his robe and nodded silently: "The disaster of Parthia was brought by my brother. If he did not kill his father and usurp the throne, the gods would not have brought such punishment on my people!" His fist was raised suddenly, and he stood up to face Gongsun Yue with sincere eyes: "The wise Selius people, please guide the confused Aldaban, what should I do next to save the crumbling Parthia!?"

"It's very simple... It's been spread throughout the army, and the Parthians outside told them that this war could have been avoided, but your brother Vollogis brought the whole country into the abyss and blamed your brother for all his sins."

Smack

With his fist hitting hard in his palm, Aldaban took two steps back and forth excitedly, perhaps realizing his loss of composure, and quickly nodded: "I can't wait to see my brother's ugly expression." He looked at the deep night outside, and then whispered: "If my brother is driven off the throne, can the Selius army support me and help stabilize the situation in Parthia?"

"Of course, our Han Dynasty has always been a country of etiquette." The old man smiled at him, very kind: "We also need a stable rear, and the Qin Dynasty is the enemy."

There were countless people who could not fall asleep this night. In the prosperous capital of Hecadonbiru, the city of Hecadonbiru, was shrouded in panic. I originally thought that the war in the north, which was far away from here, would have to wait until the spring weather warmed up. At that time, the army had already been summoned here to welcome it. However, the war suddenly came suddenly, and the Selius people who abused the Nessa in the north had already rushed over.

In the early morning, some people did not fall asleep, and others did not fall asleep. When the sky was shining, the sound of war drums came faintly outside. The city was already in a state of solemnity. Parthian soldiers ran on the city wall with white air, and countless spears trembled as the soldiers ran.

Shields were pressing up one after another. In the roar of the officers, the archers walked forward with their quiver on their backs. In the sky of Qingming, in the field opposite their vision, the continuous torch light illuminated the sky, and you could vaguely see dense figures gathering in the noise.

The fish belly turned white in the east, and the air was moist. The burning torches were extinguished one by one, and the cavalry sent to rush between the arrays and shouted. In the middle of the Han Dynasty array, under the white wolf flag, Gongsun Zhi discussed the details of the siege with the generals, and then sent dozens of scout cavalry to run along the city to observe.

Two hours later, the rough outline of the drawn city wall section was placed in front of him, "This city is a bit difficult to deal with." Gongsun Zhi rode a war horse and looked at the sun rising into the sky, and then looked forward. Among the military formations opposite were the Parthians in the city of Nissa who were driven from the way, and the prisoners captured along the way.

A shrill cry and a wailing sound came over. The horse's hooves were circling around, holding the hilt of the knife, and slowly closing their eyes: "......I'll fight on all sides, test their combat power and find out the weak spots."

With a clang.

The Seven Star Knife pulled out of the sheath and raised it in his hand. Gongsun Zhi opened his eyes and flashed with fierceness: "......Push the Sakura man in front of him to block the arrow."
Chapter completed!