"Hold on to the last line of defense! We have no way back! ”

Little Crassus roared angrily, and he saw the Parthian coalition outside the city gather like a black sea, and the rain of arrows flew all over the sky, almost obscuring the sky above the heads of the Roman soldiers. Many of the legionnaires could not fight at all, they hid in houses, under the walls, or in stables, and everything that could shelter them from the rain of arrows became a place for the legionnaires to live.

However, in the midst of this terrible rain of arrows, the Parthian siege force began to attack the city.

Armed with the simplest siege ladders, they poured like ants onto the walls of Delbas. At this time, the little Crassus finally despaired, and he saw that even if the Parthians did not charge with cavalry, their massive militia could crush the last hope of the Roman legions.

Many Roman soldiers were wounded by waves of arrows from the enemy, and at this moment, facing an enemy army several times their size, even if they had the heart to fight, they were powerless to resist. The Parthians poured up to the city and slew the Roman soldiers with improvised spears and axes.

Many of the legionnaires were chopped to the point of inhuman form, their bodies pierced with short spears by the savage Parthian infantry, and some had their heads smashed and their brains scattered.

A veteran of the Legion clutched his shield full of arrows to fend off the attack from in front of him, but was brutally pushed off the wall by the Parthian infantry, and after falling to the ground, there was a muffled sound, and blood seeped out of the bloody wound.

Another veteran of the legion, on his deathbed, clung to a Parthian soldier and jumped with him into the fire......

The brutal battle is like the end of the world.

Little Crassus ran down the city wall and met several desert infantrymen on the way, he shot one of them with his spear, but the other desert militia immediately rushed up, and the Roman legion commander knocked one of the desert militiamen away, and stabbed another into the abdomen of the other desert militiaman, and when the dagger was drawn, the small intestines and blood were slowly flowing out of the wounded desert infantryman's abdomen. Crassus Jr. then scuffled with the remaining two Parthian soldiers, and in the end, Crassus, covered in blood, knocked both Parthian infantrymen to the ground and killed them with the Parthian soldiers' own short spears.

In desperation, little Crassus took refuge in a private house. Here, too, lay two other wounded Roman legionnaires. They had been wounded by the Parthians' arrows, and one of the soldiers was wounded in the knee and could not walk. Another soldier was shot in the shoulder and bleeding profusely.

"Soldiers, I hurt you. Let you travel thousands of miles to fight in this barren land, and bury your young lives here. May Rome erect a monument to you. And I, am an insignificant commander, a loser. ”

Little Crassus clutched his injured abdomen and said with a pained expression. However, the two Roman soldiers did not react to this, and they lay there, dying. No one could predict victory or defeat, they had won before, but in the end they were defeated by the Parthians, and if there was hatred, these young soldiers must have had hatred for Crassus the Younger, but in this situation, they could not hate it.

The two soldiers lay there, gasping for breath, and little Crassus saw them draw the short swords of the Legion from under them.

Little Crassus knew that they did not want to become the slaves of the Parthians and spend the rest of their lives in Parthian slavery, so it was better to give themselves a good time and die now.

"Death is another beginning of life, and I know what you think, soldiers. Now, please help me one last time, come, with the sword in your hand, and cut my throat. Marcus. Crassus fought the barbarians all his life, and in the end, he would never bow his knee to the barbarians. ”

Little Crassus no longer spoke in a commanding tone, but in a pleading tone. He no longer had the authority to command the soldiers, but the soldiers still recognized him as commander-in-chief.

"No, a soldier can't kill a commander, General, you're still our general unless you dismiss us as Roman legionnaires."

Said the soldier with a wounded shoulder injury.

"You are all loyal men, and I am grateful to you for ......"

Just as Crassus Jr. was having a conversational conversation with the two legionnaires, outside the door, the Parthian militia broke in furiously. They kicked through the wooden door, and soon found the Roman legionnaire commander Crassus the Younger, who was in the room, and the two dying legionnaires behind him.

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"I am the consul of the Roman Republic, and you have no right to judge me!"

The captured little Crassus struggled, but the Parthian soldiers held him tightly, and for a moment he was almost out of breath, but a strong sense of glory and pride made the old general unyielding in the face of the enemy. He held his head high and glared ahead.

Around Sulena were dozens of Parthian hoplites in silver armor, all of whom were from Parthian noble families and represented the power of the various families on this expedition. Behind Sulena, a brightly dressed servant holds a strange lion-headed flag, symbolizing the glory of the Parthian legion. It's like the eagle banner of the Roman legions, but it's really strange that such a strange flag is incredible. Crassus the Younger looked at the foreign general in front of him with disdain, even though he had twice defeated the Roman army.

"The defeated general has no power at all, little Crassus, do you know that you are acting stupidly? A war is not something that can be solved in a month or two, it needs to be prepared in advance, consider all possible scenarios, think about how to deal with it, and you, just because of a moment of anger, came here with tens of thousands of troops, came to the desert. Where are your logistical supplies? Where is your battlefield strategy? Don't tell me you only have one strategy against me. Yes, I can't beat your legion head-on, but I still have a thousand options and tactics, and you only have one. I've heard that you fought a lot of battles in the civil war, but now it seems that there is still no progress. ”

Sitting in a luxurious high chair made by the Greeks, smeared with oil and paint, Sulena judged little Crassus as a victor, while laughing at his childishness and stupidity.

"Thou know, cunning Oriental, that even if I die, someone will come here again to avenge me. Rome is powerful, and you, in the end, are going to fail. Countless Roman soldiers, one after the other, will destroy your cities, obliterate your country and your so-called civilization. Moreover, I will tell you that your victory is not worth mentioning, it is a victory achieved by vile deeds and degrading methods, and there is no glory at all. You can use these tactics to win once or twice, but not all the time, and one day, the Roman legions will approach your capital, and then you will have no way to retreat if you want to! ”

Facing the high-spirited Sulena, little Crassus roared angrily. His indomitable character is like the rock of Capitol Mountain, tenacious......

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