"Father, this war, this disaster, I have no control anymore, the Parthian kingdom, to this day of falling apart. Father, it was my incompetence that brought down the empire you left behind, and I met the Romans and met a madman - Appis. Yes, when I die, I will turn into a ghost and hold on to him! But now, I have come to the brink of despair, I am powerless to persevere, Father, I will die to defend the last glory. The glory of our family cannot be tarnished! ”

The Roman army swarmed in the streets and alleys, carrying out bloody massacres of Parthian civilians, nobles, and soldiers. Alone in the temple of Maniza, Aurodus II drove away the priests and servants in the temple, and walked alone to the statue of his father, knelt down and wept and prayed. After fighting Rome for twenty years, the imperial capital was finally breached. He himself came to the end of his life. The spirit tends to despair and collapse.

Outside the window, a blood-colored crow landed on the edge of the temple's window, stared at the tearful Orodes II with blood-red eyes, and then flew away.

Orodus suddenly understood something, it was Hades calling him. The death knell of the dead country has sounded.

"I will follow in your name, in the footsteps of Hades, and curse Apis for all eternity! Curse Rome! ”

In desperation, Orodus raised his dagger and plunged it into his neck. Warm blood poured out of the broken veins. The obese Orodus lay on the ground and died after a few convulsions. Leaving a pool of scarlet blood on the ground, it slowly flowed towards the idol of his father, Aurodus I.

When the Roman soldiers broke into the temple and plundered, they saw the Parthian king lying motionless on the ground in the inner chamber, and Orodes had lost his life with his own dagger.

Several GIs watched for a moment, focusing on the crown above Orodus' head. It was a crown of pure gold. It is encrusted with red gemstones that sparkle in the sun. And the eyes of several GIs also sparkled.

"Ah, baby, I know you're waiting for me......"

One of the GIs walked over first, crouched down, excited to remove the golden crown that was on Orodus' head.

was stopped by another veteran.

"Sibio, this is not a property you deserve, the loot of this level should belong to the Supreme Commander Appis. We don't have the right to get it. It should be handed over to the centurion. ”

"Give it to the centurion? Damn, don't talk to me about those so-called doctrines, military regulations. Do you think that if you give it to the centurion, he will honestly give this crown to Appis? Let me tell you, no! He will also take the property privately. If you don't possess it, someone else will possess it. Come on, brothers, let's take possession of this treasure together. I can sell it and sell it to the local Parthian merchants, and we will divide the money equally. ”

Private Scipio. Graeus said excitedly. This crown is worth almost dozens of times their salary. They have fought wars all their lives, and the wealth they have received is not as much as the value of this crown. It is equivalent to a windfall, and anyone who sees it will be red-eyed. The so-called doctrines, consciences, including military law, have all been left behind.

When Scipio said this, the soldiers present were a little moved. However, the veteran named Utirenas still disagreed. He resolutely opposed this embezzlement of booty. Maybe it was because of the glory, maybe it was because of the fear of military justice, in short, he was the only one of the four people present who refused to go along with it. And as he spoke, he stepped forward and took off the crown and gave it to the centurion.

"Damn, what do you want to do? If you dare to take it, I'll fight with you today! ”

Sibio shouted, and he angrily pushed Utirenus away, and the two quickly scuffled together. You punch me and I punch each other, and the opponent will be bruised and swollen.

"Enough! If you struggle a little longer, my sword will pierce your throat. It doesn't have eyes. ”

After a few moments of fighting, Private Scipio suddenly got up, drew his dagger and pressed it against Utirenus's throat.

"Don't move, brother, don't force me to kill you, this crown must belong to me, to the three people who saw it today, if you are interested, go away."

Cibio pressed his dagger to his companion's throat and said fiercely.

Private Utirenus spread his hands out, indicating that he would no longer stop the group from plundering the spoils of war.

Then, just as everyone was relieved, Utirinus quickly got up and fled, trying to break through the door of the inner chamber.

"Catch it!"

Too late to pounce on Utirenus again, Scybio lifted the sword in his hand, and with a frantic throw, the Roman dagger spun and hit the veteran Utirenus. The sharp tip of the sword pierced through the veteran's back and out of the belly. Receiving the fatal blow, Utirinaston fluttered and fell to the ground. Blood slowly oozed from his abdomen and back.

"Tell them that he fell in a fight with King Orodus, and that he is a hero. We failed to protect him. ”

After killing his companion, Scipio resisted his panic and told the soldiers around him.

…………

"Appis, Susa has fallen, do you want to keep it?"

On the streets of Susa, the Parthian capital, a bloodied Crane asked as he stood beside Appis, the supreme commander of the Legion.

"No, burn it."

There were no superfluous sensational words, Apis said coldly.

Then the Roman GIs behind them began to set fires, burning the houses along the streets, burning everything they could see, and burning the great city.

For a moment, Apis felt like a tyrant like Attila, but war and conquest were all about it. Swords and fire, blood and wailing.

Roman soldiers brutally plundered the streets, and behind Apis, fiery serpents and smoke rose from the sky. The whole city is reduced to hell.

A Parthian nobleman, holding his family's possessions, ran to the feet of a Roman centurion in a panic and begged the centurion to spare him and his wife's lives, and that he was willing to give up all his possessions. But what awaited him was the ruthless slaughter of the centurion.

Looking at the panicked Parthian nobleman, the centurion smiled slightly, and then, lifting the short sword in his hand, a swift stab, pierced the Parthian nobleman's back.

Blood splattered the centurion, and then the centurion picked up the large bag stained red with blood and pulled out gold nuggets and fine jewels from it......