The firelight illuminates the night.

The whole city of Nissa was in hysterical screams, the slaughter had spread throughout the city before dark, the defeated Parthian soldiers were still making their last resistance in the streets, the civilians were hiding in their homes and did not dare to come out, while the slaves of the nobles organized themselves to guard the courtyard, and then sent people to lobby the invading enemy..... and then never responded.

The burning house reflected the shadow of the panic and ran through the street densely, the galloping war horse rushed from the rear, according to the back of the fleeing person, it was a knife split, the corpse was thrown into the fire, the knight stopped the horse, glanced at the corpse that ignited the flames, looked at a narrow alley not far away, shouted a few times around, and several Hun cavalry nearby "Drive!" He snorted and rushed over.

In the crowded alley, the people of Nisa City were crowded inside, dozens of Parthian soldiers pinched spears and wooden shields in front of them, set up some clay pots and wooden railings in the middle of the road to form a rudimentary defense, occasionally there were horses' hooves galloping across the street, so frightened that they didn't dare to exhale, several women in the crowd covered their mouths, and the other hand held the child shivering in the cold weather, beads of sweat penetrated the linen woven clothes, and the frightened sight ahead, when the figure on horseback at the entrance of the firelit alley appeared with a scimitar, Finally couldn't help but scream and let out a cry.

The Hun cavalry laughed fiercely, put the scimitar back into the sheath, picked up the spear hanging on the side of the horse, and advanced it with his companions, at first the thirty Parthian soldiers could still wave their weapons to resist for a while, and after a few people died, they turned around and swung the blade into the crowd behind them, and threw the hacked and wounded people on the ground as a rejection horse. The five Huns sped up their horses, stabbed their spears wildly, and in the crowd of pushers, blood splashed, and screams, women holding their children were abandoned, and the old men were squeezed to the ground, trampled by countless messy footsteps, and some ran a little slower, were pushed, or pulled down, and were immediately killed by the hooves of the horses, and those who were lucky enough not to die were also trampled to break their arms. thighs, wailing on the ground.

Great chaos spread in the city, and an old man who ran out of the alley in the middle of the crowd, mottled with blood on his loose white robe, looked back and saw that the devils had rushed out, wielding spears and scimitars to slaughter the people running around, and let out a terrible laugh.

The old man turned the road and turned to the alley on the other side, but fortunately there were no people who broke the city, only a few men ran past him with the old and young of the family in horror, probably trying to find a shortcut to the direction of the city gate, and before the old man had taken a few steps, he heard the screams of men, the mournful wails of women, and even the screams of children.

The footsteps only stopped for a moment, and then hurried forward, out of this dirty alley, and was confronted by a cavalryman in a leather jacket and a felt hat rushing over this side, the old man's brain buzzed, but there was no blade to cut down, and the galloping cavalry went straight past him.

There is a luxurious aristocratic courtyard.

Several aristocratic women were torn off their skirts, their hands were tied and they were pulled out, and there was still some kind of liquid left on Bai Huahua's body, mixed with dirt and dust, and in the sound of crying and crying, an obese aristocratic middle-aged man, perhaps their husband, or father, was also stripped naked, and was dragged behind the war horse with a rope tied to his neck, and let out a terrible scream of "ah-" until he was dragged silently.

The old man gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, turned his head, and walked quickly towards the governor's palace, at this time the city of Nissa had fallen, and when he passed, the palace was also in chaos, the promenade and garden were full of running figures, the guards robbed valuable gold and silver utensils, jewelry, and even some maids resisted and ran, and a man about thirty years old stopped them, and was pushed and hit the wall, kowtowing and bleeding.

"Mani..... took all the documents and ancient scrolls of the Doge's palace to safety." The old man went over and helped him up, and hurriedly commanded: "The city of Nissa has fallen into turmoil, but these things cannot be destroyed, find a place to hide first." ”

"Teacher, what about Governor Remidals?"

The man, Mani, with short brown hair and a thin build, had a long goatee, followed his teacher to the room where the books were kept, and carried the sheepskin scrolls on the shelves into his arms.

The old man dragged a wooden box, took the scroll from Mani's arms, and threw it in: "When the city of ...... was broken, the governor was still on the city wall to defend against the enemy......"

As he was talking, there was a noise outside, and then a large number of horses' hooves converged, Mani stopped his movements and glanced at the old man vigilantly, and the latter patted him on the arm: "Keep pretending, it's up to you how much you can take away, I'll go out and have a look." ”

The old man straightened the collar of his robe, turned around and walked out quickly, the courtyard at the entrance of the governor's mansion, the statue of the Parthian emperor who had originally stood there, was pulled down by more than a dozen cavalrymen with ropes, and broke into several sections on the ground with a bang, and several of the governor's guards who had robbed things between the garden gardens were also killed, and the blood was dazzling. The Cylius who had wiped the edge of the knife glanced at the old man at the door, and without moving his hand, he turned over and came to the door, and then stood on both sides, pulled out his scimitar and raised it diagonally in the air.

In the distance, a group of soldiers and horses slowly stopped outside the courtyard with torches, and the old man recovered from his astonishment, and faced hundreds of figures wearing armor unique to the East walked towards this side.

"Your Excellency General Celeus, this is the Governor's Palace, you can't loot it......" The old man hurriedly went up to stop him in ancient Greek, and a Hun not far away came over and kicked him to the ground.

In the line of sight close to the ground, the gold-patterned black background covered armor walked over, and then dozens of pairs of footsteps passed, and the iron pieces on the opponent's armor could also be heard in the buzzing tinnitus, making a soft sound in the trembling.

After that, I don't know how long later, the old man relieved his breath, and got up by the rock pillar, and was slashed by the Cylius soldiers guarding the door, and the thin and old body was dragged and thrown into the garden, piled up with other corpses, the old man stared at the fiery night sky with wide eyes, and the warm gas spewed out from the cut throat, and the terrible screams, wails, and cries buzzed in his ears, and he felt that he should be dreaming...... I should still be dreaming...... Soon I will wake up, and nothing has happened.

"God, bless Parthia......"

For a moment, the sight went completely dark.

………

The rock-clad Greek-style governor's mansion was built of rock, and the smooth floor walked on it, only the slight sound of the rubbing of the nail leaves echoed in the silence.

"Uti told me that the country is interesting, with many cultures, religions, and tribal systems, and that the resting emperor considers himself a god and does not even hide his gods."

Gongsun Zhi took Lu Bu, Li Ke, Pan Feng, Sun Ce, Zhou Yu and other generals to walk in the quiet corridor, flanked by Persian murals, but the characters have a strong Greek style, which is very abrupt, but for people from the Han Dynasty, these are quite novel.

“…… Along the way, I found that these Western countries like to erect statues for themselves, but it doesn't work in my Han Dynasty, it is for the siege of the city that has died of meritorious service, is it incompatible with us? Gongsun Zhi stretched out his hand and touched the man on a mural, and the translator next to him, Utti, was about to introduce who the character on it was, when he was interrupted by the wolf king's wave: "I am not interested in knowing who he is, because this country will not have no future......"

He turned his head, and Li Ke stepped forward and arched his hand: "Chief, the mansion has been searched, except for the family of the Parthian commander, there is no one else, and there are a lot of classics in the mansion, but it seems that some have been taken away." ”

"Well, send someone to collect it, take it outside and burn it, these things are useless to us, and when the rear camp comes up, set up a few statues of Confucius and Mencius here, and let them learn from the Han Dynasty in the future...... Not...... It's the castrated kind. ”

"Yes!"

After Li Ke went down with some people, a group of soldiers and horses outside came to this side, the noisy sound sounded for a while, and there was a heavy footsteps, and the giant man without armor bare his plush chest, strode towards this side with a strong man, threw it on the ground casually, and arched his hand: "Lord, the commander of Parthia has arrived." ”

The man who was bound and threw himself on the ground with his hands tied was quite restrained and noble in temperament, but at this moment his hair was scattered, his face was covered with blood and looked embarrassed and desolate, he struggled to get up, and was kicked to his knees by the soldier next to him, he gritted his teeth and glared at the soldier angrily, his eyes swept around, and finally stopped on the back of the mural in front of him.

"The Cylius...... Why did you invade Parthia, slaughter Margiana, and this city of Nisa, do you know, there has not been a war here for decades....here are ancient texts, and the wisdom of the people is ......"

Gongsun Zhi, who looked up at the mural, turned around and walked towards the grinning Remidals, who was still saying, "....... Parthia has a boundless land and countless people, and you will withdraw now, or prostrate at the feet of our emperor......"

Uti next to him translated these words in fear.

Approaching in the shape of a big man, then stopped, and after listening to the words of the translator, Gongsun Zhi walked behind the governor in a bypassing footstep, stretched out his palm and stroked the top of his head: "In my eyes, the emperor is not as good as a knife." ”

Remidals was stunned, and wanted to turn his head to look at the other party, but he heard a commotion, like the sound of something coming out of the sheath, his neck twisted to the extreme, and the hand on the top of his head suddenly grabbed his hair, and there was pain, and his scalp was tense at this moment, and in the afterglow, the blade came into view-

A bloody arrow sprayed on the mural next to it, creating an arc.

Gongsun Zhi carried the head dripping with blood, and put the knife back into the sheath: "In the future, don't bring this kind of verbose person here, just cut it with a knife." There was also a notice that the three departments of the steppe would only give them one day, and immediately the day after tomorrow they would go south to the political capital of the Sabbatarians, which was also where their emperor lived. ”

"Governor, the temperature here has dropped." Zhou Yu glanced at the headless corpse and said.

"That's why we have a chance."

Gongsun Zhi shook his hand casually, and the head slammed into the wall and bounced into the corner. The tall figure strode out of here and waved his hand: "Burn this city to me." ”