The rain of early summer had a faint coolness, Kusi Lao was soaked, two of his horses had already died, and he was getting closer and closer to the mountains to the north, as long as he escaped into them, there might be a glimmer of life, and if they were caught up by the big cannibals before entering the mountains, they would die without a place to be buried.

At this time, Kusi Lao no longer cared about counting how many troops were left around him, and his only hope now was to save the fire of the Persian army, and not let everyone who went out this time die on the road.

Along the way, one after another, there were war horses that died, and the high-intensity gallop was so high that even the best war horses could not withstand it. What's more, the cavalry of the Persian army mostly used river horses, which were tall and strong, with strong explosive power, but short of endurance.

As a result, the Old Persian Empire often used river horses to form heavy cavalry, which was used to storm the enemy's formations and light cavalry.

The cavalry of Kuth used the river horses as light cavalry for long journeys, and the effect was obviously unsatisfactory.

The new Persian army behaved valiantly, and in order to cover their prince's escape from death, they did not hesitate to use their own flesh and blood to block the great iron-eating stream that was rolling after them.

Even so, their resistance was torn to pieces in an instant, like a boat in a huge wave.

At this time, Ku Si Lao couldn't tell whether there were more tears or more rain on his face, his body was numb, his head was numb, and he almost didn't feel anything other than running for his life.

The woods stretching out of the mountains to the plains were already visible, and hope was in sight, but Kusi Lao was not the slightest bit excited, and he was deeply stimulated by the tragic death of a large number of Persian warriors.

This expedition to the west was the result of Kuslao's efforts to persuade the Persian king Zamas.

Qin Jin still valued Zamas's opinion very much, and agreed to transfer the elite Persian new army from Tianzhu to attack the rear of Dashi.

At the beginning, Ku Silao's strategy was also decent, according to the manual issued by the Shenwu Army, the big cannibal was helpless. But one small victory after another has accumulated a lot, and after all, it is still psychologically inflated, so there is a fiasco of being surrounded and annihilated.

In the final analysis, the gap between the combat effectiveness of the new Persian army and the Great Food Army is too great, and even if it is one-on-one, there is no certainty of victory.

Kusilao's bowels were all repentant, and if he had insisted on conducting the so-called "guerrilla warfare" in accordance with the manuals issued by the Shenwu Army, he would probably be the one who was in a state of anxiety now.

However, the facts do not allow for assumptions, and there is no regret medicine to take in this world. All he could do was taste the bitter wine he had brewed himself.

It's a pity that Kusi Lao doesn't even have time to taste bitter wine now, and if he doesn't run for his life as quickly as possible, he will probably die here.

Even the biggest heroes are afraid of death, let alone the young prince of Persia?

Without warning, the front hooves of the war horse lay down, and the whole horse leaned forward suddenly, and Ku Si Lao was ruthlessly thrown out, falling to the ground and falling to the ground.

Fortunately, his guards dutifully carried Kusi Lao onto his horse and continued to advance towards the mountain woods, which symbolized the way of life.

The pursuit of the Great Food Army is very urgent, and people are dying every minute and every second, and there are fewer and fewer people following Kusi Lao. Seeing that they were about to be annihilated, they finally entered the woods.

Under the cover of the mountains, Kuth Lao entered the depths of the dense forest under the protection of his subordinates.

After all, the Great Food Army was reluctant to venture into the dense forest, so the large group of men and horses stopped outside the woods and assembled, sending only a small number of thousands of troops into the dense forest to monitor the whereabouts of the Persians.

When Ku Si Lao came to his senses, he found that his chest hurt so badly that he didn't breathe a little and it was accompanied by a pain in his heart.

He felt that his ribs might be broken, and if so, what if he went into the forest?

For the first time, Kuth Lao had the will to die, and he would rather die like this than become a captive and slave of the Great Cannibal.

At that time, an emperor of the Roman Empire named Valerian was once a prisoner of the old ancestor of Cuss, and he never returned to the West in the second half of his life as the emperor of the empire.

Shamefully became the stone of the king of Persia, and after the death of Valerian, the Persians did not spare his body, and stripped him of his whole human skin and hid it in the temple of Boslis.

The king of Persia inscribed all these things on huge stones in order to show his merits, and until now, the Sassanid Empire of Persia has been extinct for more than a hundred years, but those stones are still standing in place, at the mercy of the wind and rain.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

The call of the people brought Kuth Lao back from his pessimistic and desperate distraction to an even more cruel reality.

After the preliminary inventory, there were only more than 1,000 people who fled into the mountains with Kusilao, and the rest were either annihilated by the Great Food Army, lost, or deserted.

Looking at the people who were all injured, Ku Si Lao suddenly felt sad and couldn't help crying loudly.

Everyone looked at the young prince in silence, and it was not until he regained his composure that a commander stood up and said:

"Now is not the time to be sad and sad, as long as we can escort His Highness back to Nadta, Great Persia will have a chance to make a comeback!"

Of Zamas's many sons, only the elder Kuth was a man of men and arms, young and brave, while the rest were either frail or cowardly by nature, or only knew how to negotiate money.

Only Kusilao, as if he was born to be a prince, not only did Zamas like it, but even the Persians of Dudtado felt that if they wanted to glorify the Persian Empire, they could only be led by this person.

Therefore, in order to keep the hope of Persia's future, no one can allow any accidents to happen to Kusilao. This is also the fundamental reason why the Persian warriors followed one after another, at the cost of their own flesh and blood, in exchange for the escape time of Kuslao.

Wiping away his tears, Ku Si Lao seemed to have regained his former coldness, and said in a deep voice:

"We can't march together anymore, we must break into pieces, make a team of every hundred, break through in all directions, and no matter which way we return to Dutado, we must tell our father and his subjects what happened today! Let them know how brave the warriors of the new army are!"

Ku Si Lao decided to disperse and break through, he knew very well that the scale of thousands of people was still too large, and once the big cannibals chased in, it would also be very tricky and troublesome. If they act separately, the big cannibals will definitely have some scruples, and they will not be able to pursue them all.

It's up to their luck, but there's always a chance that someone will survive anyway, and it's much better than everyone hugging together and waiting to die.

With the cover of the dense forest, Kuth Lao had enough time to think and plan how to break through.

At his insistence, more than 1,000 soldiers finally agreed to disperse and break through.