"Launch!"

"Launch!"

The order to fire on the city spread in all directions, and the siege cannons were free-firing ballistas and lit heavy bolts under the tuk of the siege infantry. Countless arrows and stone projectiles flew in the air, and the smoke obscured the sun's brilliance, turning the once clear sky into a dull one. A cannon shell carrying a black flue even pierced a tower in the city, smashing it to pieces, and before the Parthian archers on the tower could scream, they fell from the wall, their limbs scattered in all directions.

In a large-scale siege battle, Apis and Sulena on the walls are keeping an eye on the battlefield, where every moment kills and every small change can determine the direction and outcome of the battlefield.

The legions kept approaching, and the battle entered the fiercest and most tense moment, and the Roman infantry entered the range of Parthian archers on the city walls!

There was no doubt that Sulena was above the city gates, giving the order to shoot all the people.

Countless arrows were fired from the battlements of the city walls, from the open spaces within the walls. Like a rainstorm, a parabola falls. The well-trained Roman heavy infantry did not need orders from the commander, under the field command of the centurions of each team, all the Roman soldiers close to the city wall raised their shields, forming a dense "tortoiseshell array", countless arrows clanged on the shield array, and the soldiers who were shot and died were very few, but the number of wounded was increasing.

At the same time, in the dense shield wall, the auxiliary archers of the legion began to counterattack. Arrows flew in the air, and the Parthian soldiers who were shot fell from above the walls, and the Roman soldiers under the shield walls were also decreasing. The closer they got to the walls, the more dense the rain of arrows became, and the Parthian defenders fired almost frantically, preventing the Roman soldiers from ascending the walls, because everyone knew that once the Roman legionary heavy infantry climbed the tower, their defenses would collapse, and these militias were no match for the regular Roman army in hand-to-hand combat.

Outside the city, more than a dozen large siege tower carts were slowly approaching the city walls. Some of the unprotected slaves who pushed the tower forward, they were constantly attrition under the rain of Parthian arrows, but with each death of a slave, new slaves soon came on top of it, pushing the siege tower onward.

The arrows clanged at the perimeter of the siege tower, but they couldn't penetrate the tower. As they got closer, the Parthian soldiers even threw spears and javelins at the tower, but to no avail. The thirteen siege towers were like advancing monsters, pressing down on Ctesiphon's crumbling walls.

The catapults continued to throw the stones, but the target shifted from the city walls to the city, and the stone projectiles flew over the tall walls and towards the city behind the walls, and the whole city ushered in the most tragic decisive battle in an atmosphere of despair and suffocation.

"Brothers, no matter what monsters come out of the belly of these monsters, we must hold our ground, because we have no way out, and the Romans will burn and level our city, but I will tell them that this is a dream! Fight to the end for the sake of our wives and children and the shrine at home! ”

Standing on the ramparts, Sulena roared. Beside him, hundreds of peasant soldiers suddenly came to morale, and Sulena's heroic battle was undoubtedly a ray of light in the darkness for them.

The next moment, the ladder of the Roman siege tower was lowered. Numerous heavily armed Roman hoplites rushed down from the siege towers.

Armed with large shields and sharp swords, they slaughtered the Parthians on the walls. It was one thing to have high morale, but quite another to fight hard, just as a pack of fearless sheep could not deal with a weary pack of wolves, and the defenders of Ctesiphon soon found that they were no match for the Roman soldiers, whose short spears and axes could not penetrate the shields and chain mail of the Roman soldiers, and who had been trained for many years in militarization, were physically strong and numb to the slaughter.

In the brutal battle, the walls of Ctesiphon were piled with countless Parthian corpses.

Sulena spearheaded a Roman soldier with a sword and then kicked the headless body off the tower. An arrow flew right past him, nearly hitting him in the shoulder. The entire city wall of Ctesiphon is almost about to fall. However, in order to allow the soldiers to enter the city faster, the Roman siege engines continued to crash into the city gates. Several Roman soldiers shouted and slammed their hammers against Ctesiphon's gates, and with each blow, the gates trembled as if they could not bear the weight, and dust and sawdust fell from above them. Behind the city gates, hundreds of Parthian warriors armed with spears and round shields stood by as they waited for the final moment of the city's destruction.

Hundreds of archers also stood on the heights, aiming at the gate that was about to collapse.

Magnificent siege battles were still fought in every part of the city, and the heavy infantry of the Roman legions occupied each tower step by step.

With a loud bang, Ctesiphon's main gate was breached. The planks spread out like scattered skeletons, "Rush in!" Behind the gates, Roman soldiers with high morale poured into the city from the gates, holding large shields.

The next moment, a dense rain of arrows shot from all directions. The Parthian archers fired condescendingly from the rooftops and balconies, and the Roman hoplites who rushed to the front were instantly pierced through the body by four or five arrows.

Their great shields were also filled with dense arrows.

However, the soldiers in the back row were not injured, and after a rain of arrows, more Roman legionary heavy infantry rushed in. In the shouting of killing, the infantry of the two armies fought together. The Parthians stabbed their spears in a dense manner, and many Roman soldiers died under the spear thrusts of the three sides, their bodies shattered, and blood and internal organs flowed from the bodies of the dead infantrymen.

"Take the gates! Occupy the gates! ”

In the stalemate, Publius shouted.

The soldiers of the Legion, covered in blood on the city walls, instantly understood what the commander meant, and began to squeeze towards the city gate. Once you have captured the city gates, you can condescendingly throw spears, which is the best way.

"Anger, yes, anger is your best weapon, unleash all your anger, think of our Grand General Marcus. How did Crassus die under the sword of these barbarians, and think of how our compatriots, our comrades-in-arms, our loved ones, were killed by an arrow in the desert. We want revenge! Destroy the city! Destroy Parthia! ”

Publius stood at the top of the city and shouted, and the Roman soldiers behind him rushed forward with enthusiasm, pushing the last Parthian defenders above the city gate down the tower one by one.