The water vapor fell, the golden sun gradually rose, the cold wind blew the banners and hunted, the war drums lingered in the sky, the hysterical cries had already sounded above and below the city, the cavalry in felt hats and leather jackets ran near the city, and when the order came, thousands of horsemen drew their bows and arrows towards the city, and after a while, there was the sound of the sound .......of the bowstrings snapping, and the dense arrows flew towards the distant section of the city wall. Over the long distance, the miserable weeping and screaming Parthian captives ran below, and the soldiers carrying the ladders were also inside, screaming silently or hysterically, and rushing to the wall.

Soon after, the same dense number of arrows rose from the city wall, and the arrows on both sides crackled and collided, and then fell weakly, and more of them staggered, falling into the crowd running and crying below, and while the people fell screaming, the other side of the arrow rain nailed into the wall, shield, or human body, and pieces of blood splashed up, and a figure covered the wound of the half-feathered arrow and fell from the wall screaming.

In this early morning, the city of Hekadong Biru was in the midst of a fight, and the Xiliang army climbed the city wall like an ant colony.

"Save arrows..... keep an eye on a Celeus, and then shoot." A Parthian general in charge of a certain section of the city wall dragged his sword, he yelled at several archers, and then ran to the front with his guards and heralds, killed a Cylius who had climbed to the top of the city, and together he knocked down the ladder that hung up, and when he heard a series of screams coming from below, he looked down and was stunned for a moment, and shouted: "The number of arrows is not right, go and inform General Saksh, the Cylius are not really attacking the city!" ”

In the roaring voice, a rain of arrows flew up in the distance outside the city, and a shield soldier a few paces away shouted: "Be careful! The moment he turned and galloped over, raised his shield, and covered the general behind him, there was a crackling sound all around, and the flying arrows fell at their feet.

After the rain of arrows, the Parthian general's gaze swept over the Parthian soldier who had received the order before and had fallen to the ground, a feathered arrow half pierced into his chest, and half of it was still exposed, silent. He pulled the people who were still alive, whoever it was, and yelled at them, "Go quickly—"

On the city wall, arrows kept shooting up from below, and the Parthian archers here were also in color, and the archers who were drawing arrows had not yet reacted, Leng Buding was shot by a stray arrow and fell down, and his companions nearby hurriedly collected the remaining arrows in his quiver, stepped forward and continued to pull the bow, and shot an arrow at the surging torrent below, and his hand was painful.

The climate in Central Asia is cold in winter, and it is difficult for the low-level soldiers to have warm clothing as a recruit, not to mention that there will never be a war in winter, like the Cylius on the opposite side suddenly launched an attack in this temperature, which no one could have predicted. In his more than 40 years of life, the Parthian general of this wall, Sakhsh, had hardly heard of the practice of fighting without fear of the cold.

"The Cylius really didn't use all their strength...... "After listening to the report of the herald, the short-haired Saksh who had already had white traces pressed the hilt of the knife at his waist and muttered for a moment: "Tell General Villadotte that although the Cylius are only tempting, they must hold on with all their might, and let them see the Parthians' determination to defend the city, no matter how many people they send, the city is there, and the people are there." ”

As soon as the herald left, the voices of many people could be heard faintly on the southern wall, and Saksh walked out of the room with a frown, looking up at the south wall, which was not under his jurisdiction, "What's going on over there?" A guard beside him hurriedly got on his horse and went over to investigate, and soon after, he turned back halfway and jumped off his horse excitedly: "General, the flag of Alacsia was found outside the city in the south, and reinforcements came." ”

Saksh breathed a sigh of relief: "The gods favor Parthia! ”

……..

"The gods favor Parthia, Your Majesty!"

The cold female voice echoed in the apse of the palace, the firelight flickered to illuminate the dormitory, a delicate figure completed the prayer in front of the statue, the white and small toes did not touch the velvet carpet spread on the ground, the figure swayed softly through the light of the flames, and the buttocks against the robe reflected in the plump outline.

The dormitory was warm, Vologis leaned on the soft seat, looked at the direction of the temple door, shook the glass cup in his hand, and was stunned, when the wine splashed a little unconsciously, there was a faint fragrance wafting in, he sniffed, a warm body had leaned up, the cold female voice became charming at the moment, and the red lips were attached to the Parthian emperor's ear and gently swallowed the voice: "....... The gods told me that the people of Cyrius would not survive this winter, and that you, Your Majesty, would become the great emperor of Parthia, and that all thorns would be cut off on the way, including your brother Artaban. ”

Vologis slowly turned his head and looked at the high priest Balalxin, a woman full of temptation, who had conspired with him to usurp the throne, "Parthia does not need the favor of other gods, the Parthian emperor is a god. He put down the cup in his hand and grabbed the pair of plump robes that protruded. Breasts, pinched hard, the delicate body trembled like an electric shock, and the woman opened her lips slightly, "Hmm....." Let out a happy moan, but his eyes looked directly at the man in front of him, and he suddenly pushed the other party down, turned over and rode on, and with a wave of his hand, he tore off the pocket of his robe, and his long brown hair hung down on his shoulders like a waterfall.

Baralxin's fingertips caressed the man's strong chest, and the tip of his tongue licked his red lips: "Then the Parthian gods, are they ready to accept the service of the high priest?" ”

"Do you need to ask?"

Just as Vologis was about to take off the first and last garment of the woman he was riding, the light veil on the side of the temple gate was touched, and a guard hurriedly stood outside the gauze tent, and when he saw the picture inside, he hurriedly lowered his gaze: "Your Majesty, the governor of Alacsia has come to the rescue with the army, and the Celeus have withdrawn to attack." ”

The hand that was originally stretched out suddenly stopped, and Vologis lifted the woman who was drenched in heat to the side, stood up, obviously stirred by the good news, and was silent for a moment: "Finally, the Parthian warriors have arrived, and all the nobles and officials in the city have been informed to let them put away the cowardice in their hearts, and come with me to the city to see how our warriors defeat the Cylius." ”

"Your Majesty, what about me?" Balalxin straightened his robe and got up to look at the emperor who was wearing a costume and crown, "...... I mean..... just leave like this.....

"Wait until your gods have dealt with the enemies outside, and then come back to enjoy the service." Vologis stood in front of the glass mirror and looked at the majestic and decent appearance, glanced back at her, turned around and waved out: "Now, it's time for the Parthian Emperor to come forward, let the Cylius see that it's not just that they can fight in winter." ”

With 500 palace guards and 1,000 elite emperor guards, he rode towards the southern city wall with several big nobles and officials who rushed over, stretching their banners and showing their majesty.

"This army is the most elite of my Parthia, they fought against the Romans for fifteen years, but unfortunately my mediocre father was transferred to the southeast of Alacsia to graze the land, and now I, Vologis VI, succeeded to the throne of emperor, can not let the Parthian warriors who are accustomed to war be buried."

After getting off the war horse, the Parthian emperor in full costume walked up to the city wall, looked at the army outside, and said so heroically. In a moment, two clouds of smoke and dust in the distance broke into his field of vision like sharp arrows.

The rush is like thunder sweeping across the ground.