The fire, the right bank of the Tigris River was filled with smoke, several piers along the river were on fire at the same time, and rows of warehouses next to the piers were filled with black smoke.

In the dark night, the cavalry whistled and rushed in all directions, holding torches and lighting fires everywhere.

The grain and grass of the Parthian army were burned!

On the high ground by the river, several fat and strong war horses stood quietly, holding a personal guard with heavy spears, guarding a richly decorated white war horse in the middle, and on the war horse sat a twenty-seven or eighteen-year-old Persian nobleman.

His slender eyes, black eyeballs hidden under thick eyebrows. He has a beard and a neatly trimmed jaw. He wears a helmet in the shape of a golden high hat and a golden chain mail all over his body, which is light and strong. On his left shoulder he was a round shield, large enough to cover his upper arm, and on his left waist hung a beautifully ornamented Persian sword.

The most striking thing is that on the right side of the waist hangs a golden copper hammer, the handle of the hammer is the thickness of an arm, the head of the hammer is only one circle thicker than the handle, carved in the shape of the sun's rays, impressive, unforgettable.

This young nobleman on horseback was Shapur, the prince of the Sassanid of Persia.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, do you think this is all right? Do you want to retreat to the camp while Paia is not reacting? One of the guards asked.

"There's no need to rush at all, burn it for a while, Parthia's oven soldiers won't fight quickly, and they can add fire. Shapur replied, "Look at how beautiful it is at night." This is the most beautiful scenery on the land created by the Immortal Army. Unfortunately, it would be even more perfect if my dear father could see it. ”

The soldiers couldn't help but smile, their eyes full of trust and adoration.

By the river, cavalry with torches in hand repeatedly ravaged the desert on the right bank of the Tigris River like fire dragons.

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In the big tent, Brother Ma was talking to Daolao, who was silently crying, comforting him.

The battle outside the tent had stopped, and Mu Jing's wind sand technique turned into pieces of sharp blades, quickly harvesting the Blood Underworld Sect disciples outside the tent, if it weren't for Zhang Bai reminding her to stay alive, it is estimated that there would not be a single one left.

Chen Cao and Zheng Xuan took their own soldiers and guarded the remaining five or six Blood Immortal Sect captives.

After they became an army, this was the first official battle. Although the scale was not large, in the face of an opponent who was stronger than his own individual combat strength and a large number of people, he killed and injured more than a dozen disciples of the Blood Underworld Sect, and he only had two minor injuries, and his record was quite good. The first battle was won, and everyone was a little excited.

Zhang Bai knew that he didn't need to worry about the rest of the things, so he came to the corpses of the Iron Immortal Envoy and the Purple Night Envoy, and learned from Leon Sanguang to search up.

The Purple Night Envoy had a few gold coins in his arms, a token, and the weapon in his hand, the Blood Cord, and nothing else.

In addition to money and blood, Zhang Bai took out three tokens and a beautifully carved silver square box.

When I opened the box, I saw that he was happy, isn't this the imperial medicine? Not as much as last time, but the quality of this box of imperial medicine seems to be good, and I know just by looking at the exquisiteness of the packaging. He thought to himself that he was really destined for the imperial medicine, and it seemed that the Iron Immortal Envoy had come to him to pat himself on the back.

He hurriedly hid the imperial medicine in the tattoo treasure chest, but took out the two tokens he had obtained earlier from the chest.

These two tokens were collected from Brother Ma and the knife-wielding night envoy when he subdued Ma Ge, the knife-wielding night envoy was dead, and Ma Ge never mentioned this matter, so these two tokens have been kept with him.

He held six tokens in his hand and compared them, and the patterns and colors of the tokens were not the same, and they seemed to have different uses and effects. The two tokens he saved earlier were blue, the Purple Nighteer's token was purple, and the Iron Herald had two purple and one dark red token.

This dark red token, Zhang Bai is quite familiar, he had obtained a piece from Zhang Di and Hui Night Envoy before, and it was with this fast token that he escaped the trap of the ghost bitter. He was so impressed that these tokens could save his life, so he quickly put them away.

There was a commotion outside the tent, and General Dard Hebone had already been alarmed, and he immediately ordered a team of guards to go to the place of the accident. However, as soon as the troops left, he received another, even more shocking news: the grain warehouse by the river had been attacked by the Sassanids.

Dadhebon was so angry that he scolded the generals who guarded the grain and grass for being a waste, and then he himself mounted his horse and took all the remaining cavalry with him and set off in a hurry.

The leader of the unit that was sent to the Rice Tent was Solomon. He and Daolao were of the same rank, and they were both captains of a thousand men in the Parthian army, each leading a brigade.

After the two met, Solomon inquired about the situation, and Inaro told him that he had rebelled against two of his captains of hundreds, and that a battle broke out after being discovered by himself, and now that the rebellion had been put down, he showed Solomon the corpses of Iron Man and Purple Night Messenger. Solomon did not doubt it and immediately accepted his statement. He usually has a good relationship with Daolao, although Daolao is serious and a little boring, but he is a capable person, very good at commanding troops and scheming, as a soldier Solomon has a good impression of him.

At this time, one of the subordinate guards came to report the rice labor, and the Sassanid cavalry attacked the brigade guarding the grain and grass storehouse, burning the grain and grass. Everyone present was stunned, and everyone understood that the army was in trouble.

The Parthian army was stationed near the Tigris River, and the wharf on the river was close at hand, so that ships could go directly to the capital, and the transportation of grain and grass was smooth.

However, whether the economy of the Parthian Empire could survive this catastrophe was something that everyone was worried about. Can the empire raise another batch of grain and grass in a short time? If not, the morale of the army will be a big problem, and Parthia will most likely have to retreat.

There is the large city of Isfahan near the plain of Omidzdagan, and the nearby Median region is the base of the Parthian state, which will shake the hearts of the people if it is lost, and the capital will face the enemy army directly, and there will be no more barriers. In addition, the political rival of Babylonia, Vologis VI, a contender for the Parthian throne, was also bound to make a move.

Zhang Bai was shocked, and thought in his heart, maybe this was also an opportunity.

"Solomon, I've heard that you have a routine military meeting tomorrow?" Zhang Bai asked.

"Oh! yes, if the general can return to the camp sooner, there will be a lot to talk about tomorrow. Solomon shrugged.

"Would you like to do me a favor?" Zhang Bai said, "The king also wants to attend tomorrow's meeting, so I hope you can suggest it to the general." ”

He pointed at Inaura, "I promise, Captain Inarau will definitely echo your suggestion." ”

Solomon frowned, scratched his hair, and turned his gaze to several people: "I said, don't roast me on the fire, I'm not a politician, I just want to fight a few battles to earn enough money, don't die on the battlefield." ”

"It's going to be fine, you just need to tell the general that this is the king's request, you just send a message. ”

Solomon thought for a moment, and finally shook his head, "I don't understand what you're trying to do, but that should be fine." ”

"Thank you then, rest assured, your help will be of benefit to all, except the enemy, Sassanid Persia. ”