In winter, the sky is sparsely cloudy, the sun is still shining, and there is no sign of snow. On the field, the wind blew the banner and hunted, and a huge team of tens of thousands of people came from Harax in the west, and the young man on the white horse looked into the distance, faintly on the city wall, and said to the old man beside him with a smile: "All the way over, the people of Vologis can't see it, and they should be so afraid that they will shrink into the city and dare not come out." ”

"Even the merchant is gone."

A cold wind rushed towards him, and his white beard shook in the wind, Gongsun Yue tightened the reins and turned his head: "My Han's army should be in the north and east, in order not to cause misunderstanding, Prince Ardaban is stationed here and waiting for my news." ”

As the steed approached, Aldaban looked into the old man's eyes and said softly, "Wise Cylius, can Ardaban trust you?" ”

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

Gongsun Yue took a deep breath, turned his gaze to the front, and then sighed: "....... Once the army of the Han Dynasty started the war, it was endless, and for more than two hundred years, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, because the envoy was killed by Dawan and was angry, directly sent the country's troops on an expedition, and fought Dawan, and even the king died. The prince does not trust me, so he just goes to the front, and the greatest possibility is that my nephew's army will recognize you as reinforcements from Fandou City......."

"Wise old man, there is no need to say any more, Ardaban trusts you."

The wind drowned out the sound. Soon after, dozens of horses' hooves galloped away, splashing dust, and the old man led by him galloped away towards the army in the distance, returning to a place full of familiar faces, and his heart was even more anxious.

After the winter, the first snow never fell, and the tense and restless city of Hekadong Biru was slowly opening its gates, and in the cracks of the tender people, a procession of messengers quietly left the city.

The siege before the Han Dynasty, as well as the instant defeat of the 40,000 Aracsia army on the field, made countless Parthian nobles and officials who had luck shut their mouths, in addition, the prince of Aldaban in the west rebelled, and also marched towards this side to kill, so that many people were anxious in the confrontation, and some people even held the illusion of a sudden meeting between the two and a fight, but unfortunately the Han Dynasty people were preparing for the next round of attacks outside the city gate, and in terms of distance, even if it was a conjecture, the time was not enough.

The golden dome, the white-walled palace, and the discussion about what happened after the peace have been going on for a long time.

"The Cyrius are not a threat at all—"

The afternoon light shone into the hall from outside, and the flames in the brazier flickered, Vologis dragged his robe and walked around in front of the throne, pushed away the guards who came to support him, and stood still on the stone steps: "Parthia has been established for more than 400 years, and the Roman eagle has broken its wings countless times under our horses' hooves and bows and arrows. They are just rats in the gutter, taking advantage of Parthia's inattention to bite hard in the back, although they look powerful now, but when the spring is warm, the Parthians and Persians of the city-states and tribes will drive out this group of miscellaneous people from the east!! ”

His words were impassioned, and dozens of nobles and officials below exchanged in low voices, and some were listening quietly, since the emperor had spoken, even if he was anxious and confused, he always had to listen to it.

"Summation!!" Vologis turned around and sat back on the throne, his tone paused, his eyes swept over everyone seriously, and then his voice was smooth and majestic: "...... is just to delay time, now the weather in Parthia is getting colder and colder, when the first snow falls, the Cylius will no longer attack the city, they run to this side from the east, even if there is a supply of Dawan, it is difficult to support the consumption of more than 100,000 people, and they will inevitably retreat......"

The young emperor of Parthia stood on the throne solemnly, waved his palm and pressed it on the armrest, and said in a categorical tone: "....... Then I will not be afraid of them. ”

At the same time, the Parthian envoy dismounted and entered the enemy camp in Parthia.

In the bright daylight, the warm bonfires were piled up between the tents, and there were many merchants and soldiers exchanging looted goods outside the barracks, and the Parthian messenger looked at it curiously, and was glared back by the soldiers who led the way, and on the way forward, from time to time there were carts full of Parthian armor pulled over, and in the shaking body, there was a clanging collision, and then in the sight of the messenger, the man who pulled the cart poured the blood-stained armor next to a stove, and the craftsman with three five thick and muscular knots instructed the apprentice to clean the armor, and then took it to dissolve, and the craftsman who occasionally struck iron stopped, wiped his sweat and looked at the Parthian messenger who had passed by with good intentions, and looked at the only iron weapon around him, and showed a hideous smile.

The nervous legs of several of the accompanying Parthian guards went limp, and looking at the surroundings, this was only the outer part of the makeshift camp, and it should be a hellish scene inside...... At this moment, as a messenger, he regretted taking this task a little.

As we walked along, the road stretched to the largest tent of the Chinese army, and a continuous sound of talking was heard.

"The Parthian reinforcements were beaten and scattered, but there is still the possibility of gathering and sneaking attack, send an order to Zhao Yun and Ma Chao outside, when the sun sets, I want to see the head of the Parthian general, and the day after tomorrow, the heavy camp will rush out twenty catapults, plus the previous fifteen, and the city will be officially attacked!"

Gongsun Zhi pointed to the outline of the simple city wall of Fandou City, and used the mark to set several points of attack, which were the weak points recorded in the morning's trial, "Next, I will assign tasks to the army......

At this moment, footsteps sounded outside, and a wolf guard reported through the curtain: "Lord Qiqi, send a messenger in peace." ”

Gongsun in front of the map stopped talking, turned his head and laughed: "It seems that the emperor who rests in peace can't sit still." Then he threw the logo to Li Ke and sat back behind the desk: "Let him come in!" ”

The generals below burst into laughter.

The curtain was lifted, and Utti's voice rang out: "The Governor of the Han Dynasty let you in." Then a figure walked in with a slight tremble, and in a sinister smile, stood in the middle, and was about to wave his hand to his chest and salute, when Utti kicked him in the knee socket from behind, and the whole person knelt down.

"Have the Sabbaths always done such a great salute?" Gongsun Zhi waved his hand and asked the generals to serve wine, "Get up and speak, you kneel, my low neck hurts." ”

Uti translated, quietly kicked the other party again, and stood next to Li Ke with his head held high, and the latter asked him in a low voice: "Do you have a grudge against him?" ”

"Nope!" Uti stared at the Parthian messenger who was slowly getting up, and replied respectfully to the attendant beside the wolf king: "Uti often does business in Parthian merchants, and is often bullied by them, and taking things for nothing is a trivial matter, once ......." and then crackled and told a story that he had told the old man.

Here, the Parthian envoys stood in the middle of the big tent with two trembling forces, and when they came in, they were frightened by the Cylius who were rumored to have slaughtered the city.

"The Parthian envoy paid a visit to the general of Cylius in the East, and I have come at the mission of the Parthian Emperor to present my Emperor His Majesty with a little heart, and I am willing to make peace with your country."

In the simultaneous translation of Utti's words, Gongsun Zhi glanced at the gift list in his hand, all of which were incomprehensible words, for the translated words, he obviously did not listen to them, and casually threw the exquisite gold-rimmed silk book aside, staring at the Parthian messenger who was still speaking, the latter looked left and right, and the surrounding Cylius were also looking at him, the voice in his mouth gradually became smaller, and he quickly buried his head lower, and heard the words sounding above.

"The war has reached this level, and you want to send my soldiers to the west with just some gifts?" Gongsun Zhi leaned back in his chair, his eyes faintly exuding ferocity under his thick eyebrows, "..... or is it that your emperor is stalling for time, waiting for the heavy snow to fall to hinder the attack, I guessed right?" Go back now and tell him that wolves never let their prey go, even in the bitter winter. ”

"General Cylius, then..... what do you need...... The conditions are ...... Willing to leave? The Parthian messenger's neck shrunk and his tone stammered.

"Conditions? Hahaha-"

Gongsun Zhi grinned and kissed, showing Bai Sensen's teeth and laughing: "My uncle brought peace to your country, but he just wanted to borrow the way, he had already obtained your emperor's credentials, but he was killed on the way back, and hundreds of lives were lost, you must know who did it." ”

In the next second, the tall wolf king smashed his fist on the desk, and the objects on it jumped up, "If you want us to leave, you can!" You hand over the murderers of my uncle and more than 300 Han Chinese, and provide 120,000 people with half a year's grain, beef and mutton, 50,000 women in the country, as well as buildings, weapons, armor drawings, copper and iron 100,000 catties, I have opened the conditions, whether you take it or not is your own business, the day after tomorrow I will see something, at least half of it, if you can't see it, then go to war! You don't have to come again——。 ”

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

"—by the way, go back and tell your family that the emperor has prepared the coffin himself."

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Soon after, the Parthian envoy was driven out of the barracks like a dog, and in the cold day, he could not feel the slightest temperature, and on the way back, he looked at the endless steppe in the distance to the south, and the two clouds of smoke and dust surrounded the grassy knoll, on which the tattered Arakosian flag was shaking.

Desperate screams faintly came, then annihilated.

The Parthian messenger paused for a moment, as if all the sounds of the world had disappeared, he sighed, looked at the empty hands, and finally returned to the city with an unanswerable condition, and rushed to the palace.

"Shame—"

Vologis was furious and knocked down the beautiful sculpture on the shelf, falling to pieces.