In the endless wilderness, two cavalry teams were far away from each other, and the howling north wind mixed with snow flakes fell one after another. Almost at the same time, the two cavalry teams charged, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves overpowering the wind between heaven and earth, and the black and silver streams of iron slammed together after a few moments.

Cambyses looked at the old Persian cavalry that had been carved through and divided by black heavy cavalry, and his old face was full of sorrow, and these cavalrymen were going to die here for the glory of Persia. Behind him were more and more Persian soldiers, who looked at their comrades fighting bravely in the falling snow, and their hearts felt as if they were blocked by something.

Persia, once a powerful empire across the Great 6, its iron cavalry is incomparable, every Persian remembers the glory of the period of Cyrus the Great, but now, Persia has sunk, under the terrible Great Qin Army, its iron cavalry is no longer invincible, in one hundred and fifty years, except for defeat, there is nothing else.

Leon looked at the five thousand Persian iron cavalry who were completely divided and annihilated, and his eyes fell on the desolate figure riding a horse alone in the wind and snow in the distance, and sighed lightly, watching his soldiers being annihilated, this kind of feeling was not pleasant, but it was a pity that Cambyses had to do that, otherwise with those soldiers who had no fighting spirit, how could he talk about recovering the country.

In the end, only 2,000 remnants of the 5,000 Persian horsemen remained, and the remaining 3,000 fell into the dust. Obscured by falling snowflakes. Li Cunxiao regrouped the formation. Fang Cai's battle was extremely tragic, even he lost nearly seven hundred people, but the loss of the Tiger God Army was not large. No one died in battle.

Cambyses grabbed the reins, and the two thousand remnants of the Persian army regrouped, and they sang a ballad of Persia, which told the glorious past of the Persian cavalry during the time of Cyrus the Great, and every Persian man aspired to be a glorious metro cavalry when he was a child, and to establish merit for their king. It is sung and sung by the people.

The singing is high-pitched, soaring into the sky! Li Cunxiao looked at the remnants of the Persian soldiers opposite, and felt a little more respect in his heart, these people are real soldiers, they have a heart that will not retreat, he should give them the dignity of soldiers. "Great Qin!" Li Cunxiao raised the spear in his hand, and then the echo of the four thousand Great Qin Iron Horsemen echoed in the wind and snow, "Great Qin Wuwei!" The roar overpowered the Persians.

The deafening sound of horses' hooves sounded again. Two thousand remnants of the Persian army took the lead in the charge, a suicidal charge. Behind them, the once indifferent Persian soldiers were finally moved, and many officers even rushed out with their subordinates whose blood was still not cold. Fight to the death with their warriors, but Cambyses stops them. He turned his back to the two thousand Persian horsemen who were charging in front of him, looked at the generals, officers, and soldiers kneeling before him, and shouted, "Remember them, remember them firmly, and the next time you face the enemy on the battlefield, think of them." ”

Listening to the roar of Cambyses, the Persian soldiers were silent, they just looked at their comrades who were desperately charging, they felt that at this moment, they were very small, they were also Persian metro cavalry, but they were standing here at the moment, watching those companions tell them what the glory of a soldier was, everyone's hands holding weapons were trembling, they let themselves watch the almost suicidal charge, and carved the figures of those companions who fought to the death into their hearts.

"Father-in-law, is this a good job?" Looking at the battlefield where there was no longer a single remnant of the Persian soldiers, Li Cunzhi suddenly asked Li Ang, "The death of these people will make those Persian soldiers always have a grudge against us, and they are afraid that something will happen in the future?" Li Cunzhi voiced his worries, an army whose morale was awakened was terrible and dangerous.

"Their enemy is not us." Li Ang shook his head, then looked at the Persian soldiers who rushed to the battlefield and gathered their corpses, and said to Li Cunzhi, "And I firmly believe that no one in this world can defeat us, no one can." "Leon's voice is like steel, the previous battles, let his heart like a rock, he never underestimates his opponents, but he will not be arrogant, even if the Persians have a heart like a lion, they are not the opponent of the Great Qin Army, because they do not have the strength of a lion.

Li Cunxiao returned to his home camp with four thousand soldiers and horses carrying the corpses of a thousand soldiers who died in battle, and in this unfettered hard fight, he lost a thousand people, if he didn't bring the Tiger God Army and the Broken Army Guards to fight, but to fight against those selected ordinary elites, I'm afraid the casualties would be higher.

Seeing Li Cunxiao pleading guilty to himself, Li Ang helped him up, "It's not your fault, it's my fault if you want to be wrong." Leon looked at the corpses of the soldiers who had been placed on horseback, and his voice was low.

After Li Cunxiao got up, Cambyses brought several important generals in the army to Li Ang, and when Cambyses saw Li Ang's appearance clearly, he died

Hearing that this No. 1 general of Great Qin was not very old, he still froze before he laughed self-deprecatingly.

Jumping from his horse, Cambyses surrendered to Leon in humble terms, he was long past the age of his temper, and he was willing to give everything to restore his country, even if it was to make him bow to the enemy. Li Ang did not underestimate Cambyses because of this, Gou Jian in the Spring and Autumn Period, Liu Bang in the late Qin Dynasty, which did not endure for many years before finally becoming a great cause.

"The general is serious." Leon helped Cambyses, although the chaos in Persia started, but he still needed the Cambyses in front of him and the more than 200,000 undamaged Persian army to fight a fierce war with Lower Persia, only in this way would the chaos in Persia continue, and there would be no hope of recovery for decades.

After the surrender of Cambyses, Leon's Persian strategy has roughly succeeded for most of the time, although Lower Persia has now captured the royal capital of Upper Persia and slaughtered the royal family, but as long as Cambyses' more than 200,000 troops are there, it is difficult for them to unify Persia, not to mention that they are only initially determined to Upper Persia, and there are still resistance in various places, plus the state religion of Upper Persia is Manichaeism, it is foreseeable that religious disputes will make it difficult for Lower Persia to appease the Upper Persians.

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Just when Li Ang surrendered Cambyses and his army, Li Yanzong, who was sent out by him, was guarding the only remaining direct bloodline of the Upper Persian royal family with his subordinates at this time, and the eldest daughter of the king fled in the direction of the river, and this eldest daughter of the king was none other than the Manichaean sword master Hoga Hassan who infiltrated Chang'an, intending to assassinate the Manichaean son of Cao Anmin, who was still the crown prince at the time. Counting it, she and Li Ang have a hatred of killing a teacher and destroying the country, but as the eldest daughter of the king, the last direct bloodline of the Persian royal family, she knows that if she wants to restore the country, she can only rely on the power of this enemy.

In the ice and snow, Li Yanzong, who had been on the run for three days and three nights, stopped the team, and there were only thirty people left in the hundred-person team when he fled, but fortunately, most of the people who died were Boss Xiaoji's henchmen and Manichaean masters, and the black hand he personally came to has not been injured or injured.

"In almost two days, we'll be safe!" Behind the leeward rocks, beside the burning fire, Li Cunxiao looked at Bo Si Xiaoji and her entourage, these people can understand Chinese, saving the effort of translation.

"Two days." Bos Xiaoji's brows furrowed, the daily and nightly escape made her a lot haggard, if she wasn't the Holy Son of Manichaeism, she learned assassination since she was a child, I'm afraid she would have been able to do it a long time ago.

"Those Zoroastrian masters are very close to us, and they may appear at any time, and the army of the Lower Persians is probably rushing over, and we are in a bad situation?" Beside Bos Xiaoji, a Manichaean protector said in a deep voice, his face full of worry.

"Now there is a way to let the princess escape safely, depending on whether you are willing to sacrifice or not." Li Yanzong looked at the person beside Bo Si Xiaoji, "As long as someone is willing to lure away those Zoroastrian masters." ”

"No, I can't do that, I'd rather die with everyone." Hearing Li Yanzong's words, Bosi Xiaoji shook her head, and her voice was intense.

"Let's distract the Zoroastrian masters." The Manichaean protector looked at Li Yanzong, and then he looked at Bo Si Xiaoji and said, "Princess, you are shouldering the heavy responsibility of restoring the country and religion, and you must not go on any errands, please forgive me for not being able to obey my fate." As he spoke, the Manichaean masters fell to their knees.

Li Yanzong looked at the scene in front of him, his face was expressionless, as a trained assassin, he could naturally see whether Bo Si Xiaoji's previous words were true or false, "This princess of the dead country is not simple!" He felt unworthy for the Manichaeans.

After a night of silence, Li Yanzong and the others finally breathed a sigh of relief, before dawn, Li Yanzong took Bo Si Xiaoji and the only two remaining relatives around her to go out first, and the remaining Manichaean cultists will lead them away from the Zoroastrian masters who have been following closely behind them and the Lower Persian army that has been rushing behind, buying them precious time.

The next day, when the misguided Zoroastrian masters ripped off the cloak worn by Bos's stand-in, their faces turned pale, they had been deceived, and the Manichaeans they had killed were just outcasts, in order to delay time. "Damn!" In the midst of the curses, the dead female Manichaean was trampled beyond recognition by the leader of the Zoroastrian master.

"Out." Ling immediately made a decision, he knew where Both Xiaoji, the last direct royal bloodline of Upper Persia, was going, if she fled to Daqin's territory, then things would be in trouble.

"My lord, do you want to inform the scouts of the army, they are not far from us."

"Go tell them to catch up as fast as you can." The subordinates who led the advice nodded, now that they are too close to the border in the middle of the river, it is very likely that they will encounter Daqin's scout team, so they have to guard against it.