In winter, the sky is sparse, the sun is still bright, and there is no sign of snow. On the field, the wind blows the flags and roars. A huge team of tens of thousands of people comes from Harax to the west. The young man on the white horse looks into the distance, vaguely on the target wall, and smiles at the old man beside him, saying, "All the way, the people of Vollogis cannot see it. They should be afraid to hide in the city and dare not come out."

"Even the merchant is gone."

A cold wind blew towards me, and the gray hair and beard trembled in the wind. Gongsun tightened the reins and turned his head: "My army of great man should be in the north and east. In order not to cause misunderstandings, Prince Aldaban stationed here to wait for my news."

The horse approached the past, and Aldaban looked at the old man's eyes and whispered: "The wise Selius man, can Aldaban trust you?"

"At this time, the prince can only trust me."

Gongsun Yue took a deep breath, turned his eyes forward, and then sighed: "......Once my Han army starts war, it will never stop. After more than two hundred years, I, Emperor Wu of Han, was angry because his envoy was killed by Dayuan. He went directly to the country to go on an expedition, and even the king was killed. The prince did not trust me, so he just went in front. The biggest possibility was that my nephew's army would recognize you as reinforcements in Fandou City..."

"The wise old man, no need to say anything more, Aldaban trusts you."

The wind overshadowed the sound. Soon after, dozens of horses ran away, splashing dust. The old man in charge rushed towards the army in the distance, returning to his familiar face, and felt even more anxious.

After winter began, the first snow did not fall. The tense and uneasy city of Hekadonbiru was slowly opening the city gate. In the gap that was so popular, a team of messengers quietly left the city.

The siege before the Han Dynasty and the instant defeat of 40,000 Alakosian troops in the field made countless Parthian nobles who were lucky. The officials shut up. In addition, Prince Aldaban in the west rebelled and marched here, which made many people feel anxious in the confrontation. Some even had the sudden encounter between the two and had a fantasy. Unfortunately, the Han Dynasty was preparing for the next round of attack outside the city gate. In terms of distance, even if it was a fantasy, time was not enough.

The golden dome, the palace with white walls, and the discussion about the matter after the summons has lasted for a long time.

"The Selius is not a threat at all"

The afternoon skylight shone into the hall from outside. When the flames in the brazier swayed, Vollogis dragged his robe and walked away in front of the throne, pushed away the guards who came to support him, and stood on the stone steps: "Pathia has been established for more than 400 years. Roman eagles have been under our horse's hooves countless times, and the wings of the bow and arrow are broken. What are the Selius people? They are just mice in the gutter, and they bit hard behind their backs while Parthia was not paying attention. Although they look great now, after the spring warms up, the Parthians of the city-states, tribes, and Persians will drive out these miscellaneous scrims from the East!!"

His words were passionate, and dozens of nobles and officials below communicated in a low voice, and some were listening quietly. Since the emperor spoke, even though he was anxious and confused, he would always finish listening.

"Secrets for peace!!" Volrogis turned around and sat back on the throne. His tone paused, his eyes swept over the crowd with serious eyes, and then his voice was calm and vigorous: "... It's just to delay time. Now the weather in Parthia is getting colder and colder. When the first snow falls, the Selius people will not attack the city again. They ran here from the east. Even if the supplies and supplies are provided by Dayuan, it will be difficult to support the consumption of more than 100,000 people. They will inevitably retreat..."

The young emperor of Parthia sat on the throne and was solemn. He waved his palm and pressed it on the handrail with a snap, and fell into a decisive tone: "...... At that time, I will not be afraid of them."

At the same time, the Parthian messenger dismounted and walked into Parthian's enemy camp.

In the bright daylight, bonfires for heating were burning in the tents. There were many merchants exchanging plundered property with soldiers outside the military camp. The Parthian envoy looked over curiously, and was glared back by the soldiers leading the way. On the way forward, there were sometimes chariots loaded with Parthian armor. From time to time, there were twitching collisions from the shaking cart. Then, in the sight of the messenger, the civilian pulling the cart poured these blood-stained armors beside a stove. Three big and five thick and muscular craftsmen directed the apprentice to clean the armors and then dissolved them. The craftsmen who occasionally made the blacksmith stopped and looked at the Parthian envoy with sweat without any bad intentions. They looked at the only iron weapon around him, showing a hideous smile.

Several accompanying Parthian guards had their nervous legs weakened. Looking at the surrounding environment, this place was just a temporary camping out of the outside, and it was a hellish scene... At this moment, as a messenger, he regretted taking on this task.

As we walked along the way, the road extended to the largest tent of the Central Army, and continued voices came from the sound of speech.

"The Parthian reinforcements were defeated, but there is still a possibility of gathering and sneak attacks. I will send orders to Zhao Yun and Ma Chao outside. When the sun sets, I will see the head of the Parthian general. The post-blockbuster will rush to create twenty catapults, plus the previous fifteen, and then officially attack the city!"

Gongsun Zhi pointed to the simple outline of the city wall of Fandou City and used the sign to define several strong attack points. This was the weak point recorded in the morning's temptation. "Next, I will assign tasks to the army..."

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside, and a wolf guard reported through the curtain: "Report to the lord, I send an envoy to the peace."

Gongsun Zhi in front of the map stopped talking and turned around and laughed: "It seems that the resting emperor can't sit still." Then he threw the sign to Li Ke, and sat back behind the desk with a big cloak: "Let him come in!"

The generals below laughed loudly.

The curtain was lifted, and Wuti's voice was ringing: "The Great Han Governor asked you to go in." Then a figure walked in with a trembling smile. With a grim smile, he stood in the middle with a harsh heart. Just as he was about to wave his hand to cover his chest and salute, Wuti kicked him in the knee from behind, and he knelt down.

"Have the resting people always performed such a great tribute?" Gongsun Zhi waved his hand and asked someone to drink for the generals, "Get up and talk, you kneel down, my neck hurts."

Wuti translated a sentence, then quietly kicked the other party, stood next to Li Ke with his chest raised and his head held high. The latter asked him in a low voice: "Do you have a grudge against him?"

"No!" Uti stared at the Parthian messenger who was slowly getting up, and respectfully replied to the close servant beside the Wolf King: "Uti always does business in Parthian merchants, and is bullied by them a lot. It is a trivial matter to take things for nothing. Once..." Then he told a story he had told the old man.

On this side, the Parthian envoy stood in the middle of the tent. When he came in, he was frightened by the rumored murder of people in the city. As soon as he entered, he was stared at by the generals in the army inside and stood up, saying that he was not afraid of the fake one.

"The envoy of Parthian worshipped General Selius of the East. I came on the mission of Emperor Parthian and presented my emperor with a little intention and willing to reconcile with your country."

In the synchronous translation of Uti, Gongsun Zhi glanced at the gift list in his hand, all of which were incomprehensible words. He obviously did not listen to the translated words. He threw the exquisite gold-edged silk book aside and stared at the Parthian messenger who was still talking. The latter looked left and right, and the Selius people around him were also looking at him. The sound in his mouth gradually became smaller, and he hurriedly buried his head lower, and then something sounded above him.

"War to this level, I want to send my soldiers in the Western Expedition with just some gifts?" Gongsun Zhi leaned back against the back of the chair, his eyes faintly exuding fierceness under his thick eyebrows, "... Or is your emperor delaying time and waiting for heavy snow to come to hinder the attack, I guess right? Go back now and tell him that the wolves never let go of their prey easily, even in the cold winter."

"General Selius, then... what conditions do you need to leave?" The messenger of Parthian shrank his neck and his tone became stuttering.

"Conditions? Hahaha"

Gongsun Zhili smiled with white teeth, "My uncle took peace to your country, just wanted to borrow the country. He had already obtained your emperor's letter of state, but he was killed on the way back and lost hundreds of lives. You must know who did it."

The next second, the tall wolf king punched the table, and all the objects on it jumped up, "If you want us to leave, you can! You hand over the murderer who killed my uncle and more than 300 Han people, and provide 120,000 people with half a year of food, beef and mutton, 50,000 middle school women, as well as buildings, weapons, armor drawings, and 100,000 kilograms of copper and iron. I will open the conditions, and it is your own business if you don't take them out. I will see things the morning after tomorrow, and at least half of them will be seen. If you can't see them, then start the war! You don't have to come again."

In the big tent, Gongsun Zhi's voice was extremely cold.

"By the way, I'll tell you that the emperor will prepare the coffin himself."

*******

Not long after, the Parthian messenger was driven out of the military camp like a dog. In the cold sky, he could not feel any temperature. On the way back, he looked at the vast grassland far south. Two dust rolled up surrounded the grass hills, and the dilapidated Arakosi military flag was shaking.

The screams of despair came faintly and then disappeared.

The Parthian messenger stopped for a while, as if all the sounds in the world had disappeared. He sighed, looked at his empty hands, and finally returned to the city with unanswerable conditions, and rushed to the palace quickly.

"Strange shame and humiliation"
Chapter completed!