The temperature was dry and cold in the middle of the night, and the camp of the Harax Liberation Army had a different atmosphere from the past, and this time they came from the west to drive out the emperor who had killed his father and usurped the throne, and they braved the bitter cold all the way to the east, persuading the tribes along the way to join in, and by the fifth day of the twelfth month, the army had expanded to more than 30,000 people, so that the morale of the army was high, and they had a strong confidence in defeating the Vologis who was sitting in the city of Hekadonbiru.

However, on the night of arriving at the junction, the message ahead was too late.

The army of the Serius had slaughtered the city of Margiana before they had sent troops against Vologis, because of the large geographical area and the cold weather after winter, the news had become slow to arrive, and when the news was received, Ardaban and the generals were in tents, pointing to the map to discuss the war...... When the temperature warms up, where to start the first battle, and how to arrange the new tribal soldiers...... A series of questions.

The sun had just set, and the knight with the first news had already entered the camp, and he had some expectation that Margiana would be breached, but the speed at which the Cylius came was too fast, and he even felt that the eastern country was next to Parthia, because he had only saved the Celeus messenger for more than half a month.

"Could it be that the Kushan side is pretending to be a Salusian and taking the opportunity to attack Parthia?" The leaders of the tribes and the generals in the tent were a little confused, after all, in addition to Rome in the west, only the Kushan in the east remained, but the Kushan Empire had a good relationship with them, and there had never been a major conflict for hundreds of years. Ardaban sat in his chair with his hands crossed and his chin under his deep thought.

Soon, a second piece of information came in, and before I could read it, more information continued to be sent into the big tent as if a clogged canal had been suddenly dredged.

On the oil lamp, the sound of inhalation made the firelight flicker.

After the massacre of Margiana, the army of Cyrius, an unknown number of them, defeated the 40,000 troops of Remidals in the fields along the northern line with great speed, and the next day the city was breached, the cultural capital of Nissa burned to the ground, and nearly 300,000 people were slaughtered, captured, or driven to flee the north.

The army of the Celeus people went directly south, and the military flags and cavalry spread left and right for more than 20 miles, sweeping towards Hekadonbiru, and there were 35 outposts, garrisons, and checkpoints along the way, and the whole army was destroyed, and nearly 20,000 people were killed or captured.

It wasn't just the sudden appearance of the Cylius who slaughtered them, but there was also another message: Vologis declared in Hekadonbiru that they were rebels and would be the first to be exterminated.

The sound of reading the information continued to sound, and the atmosphere in the big tent became delicate, Ardaban leaned back in his chair and rubbed his face vigorously, now he and the recovery army of more than 30,000 people were in a somewhat awkward situation, and the domestic rebels, and the foreign country, it was still the Parthian army, and it was possible to crusade against his brother Vologis, and it was possible to meet the Serius army.

And in this atmosphere, he also sensed the uneasiness of everyone.

"Let's all go down, things haven't gotten that bad." He comforted the crowd and said.

In the middle of the night, Ardaban looked at the tent and could not sleep, sat up and thought for a while, and then came out of the tent, and walked through the camp, and the soldiers who were patrolling by the campfire were all terrified, and he calmly came to the old man Cylius's tent, hesitated for a moment, and then went in.

It was simply furnished, only a wooden bed draped in fur, and when the footsteps were heard, the blanket was lifted, and the Parthian woman, who had been dressed as an old man, stood up in a white robe, and the wind blew in, and there was no other clothing inside. Ardaban waved her out, and at this time, Gongsun Yue sat up and took a coat from it.

"...... King, what are you doing here with me, not sleeping?" He learned some language from the Parthian woman and was able to speak a few words simply.

Ardaban shook his head, sat down next to the old man, and looked at the ground: "Your army has come over, slaughtered two cities, hundreds of thousands of Parthian people died in the war....... and I am still resisting, making my country even more chaotic...... I'm afraid they won't go one step further. ”

The Gongsun Yue next to him understood some of them, and some didn't know what they meant, but they knew that Celeus was referring to the Han Dynasty, and the Celeus army was naturally the army of the Han Dynasty, according to his nephew's temperament and ability to command the army, it should have been called, the old man stretched out his hand and patted Aldaban, who had done something wrong like a child and bowed his head, and lived a handful of years, and he could probably guess the other part of the words that he didn't understand, and comforted softly: ".....Only ordinary people have right and wrong, and you are nobles..... if you are a king, there will be no right or wrong, my eastern army is coming, Think about it...... How did it happen? ”

"It's not your fault...... It's your brother, if he hadn't robbed and killed my Han envoy, there wouldn't be today, your father is still alive, and the Parthian people of those two cities are still living an ordinary life, Prince Ardaban, right? ”

The brown-haired and deep-eyed young man clenched the corners of his robe and nodded silently: "The calamity of Parthia was brought by my brother, and if he did not kill his father and usurp the throne, the gods would not have sent such a punishment on my people!" With his fist raised, he stood up and faced Gongsun Yue, his eyes sincere: "Wise Cylius, please guide the confused Ardaban, what should I do next to save the crumbling Parthia!?" ”

"It's simple...... Spread the word to the whole army, the Parthians outside, that the war could have been avoided, but that your brother Vologis had led the whole country into the abyss, and blamed your brother for all his sins. ”

Smack-

The fist slammed into the palm of his hand, and Ardaban took two steps back and forth excitedly, perhaps realizing his gaffe, and hurriedly nodded with both hands: "I can't wait to see my brother's ugly expression." He looked out at the darkness of the night, and then whispered, "If my brother is ousted from the throne, will the army of Cylius support me and help stabilize the situation in Parthia?" ”

"Of course you can, my Han Dynasty has always been a state of etiquette." The old man smiled at him, very kind: "We also need a stable rear, and Daqin is the enemy." ”

There are countless people who can't sleep this night, far east in the prosperous capital, the city of Hekadonbiru is shrouded in panic, originally thought that the northern war far away from this side will at least wait until the spring weather warms up, when the army has been called up to meet it, but the war suddenly came in a blink of an eye, and the Celeus people who abused the northern Nissa have been overwhelmed.

In the early hours of the morning, some did not fall asleep, others did not fall asleep, and when the sky was overcast, the sound of war drums was faintly heard outside, and the city was now in a state of slaughter, and the Parthian soldiers ran on the city walls with white air, and countless spears clanged as the soldiers ran.

One shield after another pressed up, and in the roar of the officer, the archers stepped forward with their quivers, and in the blue sky, on the field opposite their vision, the light of the torches illuminated the sky, and they could vaguely see that there were dense figures gathered in the noise.

In the east, the belly of the fish was white, and the air was humid. The burning torches were extinguished one by one, and the cavalry of the herald rushed between the arrays and shouted, in the middle of the Han Dynasty array, under the banner of the white wolf, Gongsun Zhi and the generals discussed the details of the siege, and then sent dozens of scouts to run along the city to observe.

Two hours later, the outline of the wall was laid out in front of him, "This city is a little difficult to start. Gongsun Zhi rode his war horse and looked at the sun rising in the sky, and then looked ahead, and in the opposite army were the Parthians of Nissa City who had been driven in, and the captives captured along the way.

The terrible cry and wailing were coming, and the horse's hooves circled in place, holding the hilt of the sword, and slowly closed his eyes: "......... must be fought on all sides, test their combat effectiveness, and find out the weak points." ”

Bang.

The seven-star knife pulled out of its sheath and raised it in his hand, Gongsun Zhi opened his eyes and flashed fierceness: "...... push the resting man to the front to block the arrow." ”

The trumpet sounded.