Chapter 1016: Burn the Boats
"Something's wrong! Something's wrong!" Ardashir frowned.
He didn't expect that the Seventh Eagle Flag was actually so capable. He caught up with the opponent several times, but was defeated each time.
Especially as the number of battles increases, the opponent seems to become more and more at ease, as if they have completely mastered their fighting style, which greatly reduces the pressure during the confrontation.
At the beginning, the casualty ratio between the two sides was one to three. During the chase, this ratio was still one to three.
You know, they were the ones chasing and attacking, so they should have had an absolute advantage. However, as the chase went on, Ardashir noticed something was wrong.
"This feeling is just like... the Yulin Army. Yes! That's right, it's the Yulin Army!"
When Ardashir witnessed the Holy Fallen Knights being repelled once again, he finally understood where the problem lay.
The other party was actually also training in imitation of the Yulin Army. No, it should be said that they were completely imitating the Yulin Army.
Therefore, in the process of fighting, it will become more and more difficult to deal with.
The Holy Fallen Knights are actually Ardashir, a legion formed by integrating the witnessed Yulin Army and the Parthian Guards.
Before completing the ultimate leap, they were just a shadow army imitating the Yulin Army. Even though they had once reached that level by trickery, they were relying on external forces and eventually slipped down.
Therefore, they themselves have not yet completed their sublimation and are still the shadow force imitating the Yulin Army.
The Seventh Eagle Flag in front of him actually had the same path. Comparing the two, the Seventh Eagle Flag was more like the Yulin Army than the Holy Fallen Knights.
Because the Seventh Eagle Flag has no intention of forging its own path and is just blindly imitating and witnessing, while the Holy Fallen Knight wants to forge his own path.
However, before the road was opened, they were still completely suppressed by the Yulin Army.
After realizing this, Ardashir took a deep breath.
"end!"
At Ardashir's command, the Holy Fallen Knights stopped immediately.
Ardashir decided to give up the pursuit. In this restrained situation, it would be a dream for him to kill the Seventh Eagle Flag.
In addition, the chase lasted too long, and even if Rome's reaction was slow, they should have sent people to support him. He had to withdraw, otherwise it would be too frustrating to be stuck in this place.
"withdraw!"
Even though he was reluctant, Ardashir still gave the order to retreat. He had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders. He could take risks, but he could not die.
After Ardashir retreated for some time, Gretz's lieutenant noticed this.
"General , they seem to have given up!"
"Keep running, don't stop, wait until we meet up with the reinforcements!" Gretz stopped the adjutant with a cold tone.
He also realized the problem that Ardashir realized.
Gretz was arrogant, but he suddenly discovered that the legion that Augustus had created for the Seventh Eagle Flag had actually dug such a big hole.
They have no future at all; the end of the future is almost foreseeable at a glance.
This is totally unacceptable for a young man like Gretz. Although he has not yet reached the point where he can no longer make progress, he has already seen the future outcome.
It would be fine if he just realized this. Although Graz was arrogant, he was not a rigid person. Power was something that only counted after it was obtained.
Just like the Eighth Eagle Flag Iron Giant, its future potential is extremely high, but it encountered the Iron Pagoda halfway and almost lost the entire legion.
A future that is not achieved has no meaning.
But Gretz met Ardashir, also a young man, and also on a similar path.
But the other party was walking his own way. Although he was restrained by his side because of this reason, his future was bright, while he seemed to have no future.
If you are a veteran, you will love this kind of legion with a minimum of three talents and a maximum of three talents, but young people cannot tolerate this.
Especially after another young person chooses to go his own way, it’s hard to settle down and continue along a set path.
What’s worse is that the Holy Fallen Knights are not only stronger than the Seventh Eagle Flag now, but will also be stronger than the Seventh Eagle Flag in the future.
Although they have some restraint on the Holy Fallen Knights now, that is in terms of technique. The Holy Fallen Knights directly use their hard power to force the Seventh to fight.
The so-called restraint is nothing in the face of true strength.
In fact, any legion that has reached the three talents has no absolute shortcomings.
Only when facing the same three talents, the so-called restraint and weakness will become meaningful.
The Seventh Eagle Flag doesn't even have three talents now, so it has no right to talk about restraint.
“Something has to change!”
Graze didn't want to be so powerless the next time he faced Ardashir.
But standing in his way was not only Ardashir, but also the god Augustus.
It is a huge challenge for Gretz to cross the framework planned by such a big boss and still maintain his fighting power.
Especially since Gretz understood that Ardashir's attack was a harbinger of war.
If he messed up at the critical moment and caused the Seventh Eagle Flag's strength to be weakened, which in turn affected the overall situation, he might even lose his position as the commander of the Seventh Eagle Flag.
After much desperation, the distressed Graz went to see Africanus, the commander of the Eighth Eagle Flag.
Although the factional labels of the two people are completely incompatible, both of them are young and don't care about this at all.
"Gretz, what do you want to talk to me about?" Although Africanus didn't care about political factions, he still understood a little bit.
His last defeat to Severus and Penilence put him under a lot of pressure, and he didn't want to put himself in the spotlight again.
So he asked Graz's purpose very carefully.
"I came here to ask you how to find my own way when I am being suppressed."
Africanus was stunned when he heard this, and when Graze opened his mouth, he thought the other party wanted to ask Penilence for advice through him.
But after listening to it, Africanus realized that Graz really came to see him.
Going your own way can generally be called rebellion.
Africanus really had experience in this regard, as Penelence had suppressed him in various ways, but he still managed to stand firm.
"Why do you ask?" Africanus raised his eyebrows and asked Graze.
"Because I don't want to be overshadowed by others!" Gretz answered without hesitation.
Africanus became more and more satisfied; Graze's answer was exactly what he wanted.
He has lived in the shadow of Penilence since he was a child, and he is still trying to break free from it today.
"You've found the right person! Then I'll tell you my experience!" Africanus directly asked the soldiers to serve a table of food and wine. He wanted to have a good talk with Graz.
In fact, because Penelunus worked for Commodus, Africanus was actually always excluded from the circle of Roman aristocratic elders.
This also resulted in Africanus having almost no friends and no one to confide in.
Whenever he met Penilunth, they either quarreled or fought. Although he had never won so far, he persisted longer and longer. He knew that one day, he would get rid of Penilunth's shadow. Africanus was always determined in his heart.
But the long-term loneliness also made him long for someone to talk to, and now Graz, who was facing a similar situation as him, or even worse than him, could completely resonate with him.
This made Africanus feel very uncomfortable.
The two of them became more and more excited as they talked, and if he hadn't been stopped by his adjutant, Africanus would have even wanted to become sworn brothers with Gretz.
However, the adjutant stopped the two people's mischief just in time and put the matter behind them.
As a staunch supporter of Emperor Severus, it would not be a good thing for both of them if Africanus got too close to Grazes of Augustus's faction.
Although Rome now maintained a balance, the existence of Augustus ultimately interfered with Severus' rule to some extent, especially the act of summoning Caesar.
This made Severus extremely unhappy, but he could not refuse openly, so he could only obstruct it privately.
In this situation, if Graze and Africanus cause any trouble, Penilence might be affected.
As Africanus's lieutenant, he certainly couldn't sit idly by and watch this happen.
"Hiss! What on earth did I do yesterday?" Africanus climbed up, holding his head. The pain of a hangover lingered in his mind, making him extremely uncomfortable.
"General, don't do such dangerous things in the future!" The adjutant sighed. Africanus was good in every way except that he disrupted the order too much.
But Rome now needs order, good order.
"That guy is just what I want! I'll fight with him when I get the chance in the future!" Africanus used his internal energy to clear the alcohol in his body and barely recovered his mental state.
"You don't have to wait until later. You have this opportunity now. Pope St. Peter has ordered the 2nd, 7th and 8th Eagle Legions to counterattack along the areas where Parthia invaded."
"The war has started?" Africanus' drunkenness disappeared instantly. The power of the Iron Giant swirled in Africanus' body, completely clearing up everything in his body and the drunkenness in his head.
"Yes, General, Parthia has sent troops!" the adjutant replied seriously.
While Africanus and Gretz were drinking, Ardashir just returned to the camp and without hesitation issued the order to attack.
This order was recognized by Temujin and the Mongolian cavalry.
Passive defense was not the strong point of these cavalrymen, so he fully agreed with Ardashir's plan to go out.
Atratome and Babak had some concerns, but in the end they said nothing.
Now that the two most dazzling people in Parthia have made their decision, it will be useless even if they oppose.
And when the two of them thought about it, Ardashir's decision was definitely a good one, and Rome probably would not have expected that they would take the initiative to attack.
It would obviously be a good thing if they could catch Rome off guard, and even if they lost, they could retreat calmly with the fortresses in the mountains behind them. In this case, taking a risk was the right decision.
But the question is how to fight and where to fight.
"This time we will unite our forces and launch the attack directly from here!" Ardashir's eyes emitted a cold light and he pointed directly at the location where St. Peter III was.
In order to boost morale, St. Peter III arrived at the front line and was making mobilization before the war.
For the religious legion, the presence of the Pope in person and the Vice-Prince of Light in pre-war mobilization was no less than a shot of stimulant for them.
Moreover, St. Peter III did not conceal his whereabouts at all. What he emphasized was the pomp and circumstance, which really played a motivating role for the front-line legions, especially the 15th Legion of Fanatics and the 16th Legion of Paladins, whose morale was immediately boosted to the maximum.
"Break through from the front?" Babak frowned as he looked at the line drawn by Ardashir. He was speechless, yet he felt that it made sense.
"Because we are facing the strongest point of the opponent, we don't need to consider the factor of the opponent's reinforcements. As long as we can break through the defense line, we will definitely achieve our goal, right?"
Babak recalled Rome's previous movements, and the second, seventh, and eighth came to the flank. While defending against Ardashir's renewed attack, he began to counter-attack towards Parthia, constantly testing the Parthian troop deployment.
If they launched a direct attack, the 2nd, 7th, 8th and 11th Legions would not be able to arrive in time.
Plus the Thirteenth Legion and the Seventeenth Angel Legion stationed on the other side.
In other words, they only have to face five Eagle Flag Legions and a large number of ordinary elites head-on.
If they really blew up from this strongest point, they might have a chance to directly behead and win, and kick the Roman army back.
"Find a few more people to launch a feint attack on the flanks, at least to attract the attention of the Eagle Flag Legion." Atratome suggested.
"Undead King's Knights and Undead Guards! They are capable of doing this task!" Ardashir pondered for a moment and decided on the two legions facing the three eagle flags.
Given the characteristics of the two undead legions, they can completely entangle the three eagle flags with a larger number of people.
"I'll go with you, just in case!" Babak said.
Ardashir pondered for a moment and nodded. It was true that the two undead legions could only block, but it was completely unrealistic to expect them to hold back the three opposing legions.
The simplest scenario is that the other side can withdraw a legion of support. Judging from the speed of the second and seventh legions, something unexpected might happen at that time.
Babak's Burning Legion will make the Eagle Legion cautious.
After all, the misery of Thirteen Roses is right in front of us.
“As for the five Eagle Flag Legions in front! Two military souls and two level three talents are enough to kill them!” Temujin knocked on the table.
The Mongolian Cavalry, the Iron Pagoda, the Holy Fallen Cavalry, and the Parthian Divine Cavalry, a total of four top legions. Even if there are more barbarians led by the five Roman eagle flags, there is still a possibility that their plan will succeed.
