Chapter 1018: The Lord’s Revelation
If you try to kill a wolf with a straw, you will be afraid of both ends. If the Han Dynasty and the Xiongnu are equal in strength, it is absolutely impossible for one side to retreat, and the winner must be determined. However, Parthia and Rome have no such intention at all.
But Barbara knew that their current mission was to delay them, as the main battlefield was in the middle.
Zamuha on the other side was not tolerant at all. They knew very well that there would be no future without fighting hard.
So even though Temujin emphasized the policy of interception, Jamukha did not hesitate at all and directly led his troops to attack the Roman camp.
Renato, the new commander of the Thirteen Roses, was stunned at first. He didn't know why Parthia was so crazy.
But after all, they were a reorganized Thirteen Roses, and had been attacked by the Tenth Legion at night several times, so they had practiced the rules of being attacked.
Although they were confused, their bodies helped them to act quickly. They formed a battle formation and began to resist Jamuka who was leading his elite cavalry. The elite Mongolian cavalry were actually the Xiongnu guards.
With their skills maxed out, the Thirteen Roses could only passively take the beating. They had never encountered such an unreasonable opponent before. It would be fine if they didn't take action, as as soon as they did, they would definitely be caught in a flaw by the opponent.
Hundreds of Rose soldiers wanted to counterattack when they saw the flaw, but they were directly coordinated by the elite cavalry and easily killed along the vital points.
"Defend with all your strength and treat the opponent as the Tenth Knight!" Renato shouted loudly. He was very strong to be chosen as the legion commander, and he soon discovered the problem.
The other side doesn’t have the tenth strongest player, but the tenth strongest player only wants to beat them. Even if he finds their weakness, he will just give them a few punches, while the other side really wants to kill them.
If you are caught with a flaw, you will die!
After the Thirteen Roses fell into full defense, Zamuha didn't have any better solution.
The elite cavalry's ability to attack is somewhat weak, and there is really no good way to deal with this kind of cowardly bastard.
If he had brought the Mongolian cavalry, he could still force his way through, but the elite cavalry was still not enough and did not have the strength to kill them directly.
Zamuha didn't waste any words and continued to suppress the Thirteen Roses, setting his sights on the Seventeen Angel Legions.
He specially prepared a group of Archers to deal with the so-called angels. The Archers were a type of soldier they copied from the technology tree of the Han Dynasty's Shesheng Camp.
Although it does not have the domineering locking ability of Shesheng, it also has the lethality of elite archers . Coupled with the nomadic people's inherent horse riding buff, it can be considered a kind of archer cavalry.
"Sinner, must be killed!" Michael led the assembled army of angels, made a circle, and attacked Jamukha from behind.
After the Thirteen Roses on the front attracted firepower, this option was undoubtedly the best choice.
This choice could indeed cause great damage to the Mongolian cavalry, but Michael ultimately overlooked one point.
But the best choice may not necessarily be the most suitable one.
Now that Zamuha has come, it can't be just a legion.
Michael, whose understanding of battle formations remained on paper, did not understand this point. After all, he came from mythology, and knowledge was given by the world, not learned by himself, and there were obvious flaws.
"The target is within the attack range, draw your bow!" Kublai Khan, who was on the outer side, raised his hand with a sneer, then swung it down heavily.
Pale silk threads appeared on the bows of all the archers, and then attached to the arrows. Will and clouds combined with each other, infusing tremendous power into the arrows. Pale light appeared on the archers' bowstrings.
With a slight bang, countless pale light arrows shot out.
The arrows, like a torrent, accurately passed through the position of the Seventeenth Angel Legion, and screams rang out instantly.
Nearly one-third of the angel soldiers were shot directly in the vitals and were on the verge of death. Even though the remaining angels reacted quickly, they were all injured.
"Disperse, disperse quickly, and save each other!" Michael's wisdom told him that the most important thing at this moment was to disperse.
However, the wise choice is always the most efficient and direct. If you suffer a serious blow, you should receive immediate medical treatment and then disperse.
Wait until the situation is reorganized, then gather again and split the troops into two groups to look for the archery legion outside and attack Jamukha again.
But the prerequisite is that the Thirteen Roses can hold back the Mongolian cavalry, but the Thirteen Roses can't do that at all. Stopping them is already their limit. Jamukha holds absolute initiative.
When the angels scattered, Zamuha showed no greed at all. He mobilized a quarter of his elite cavalry and issued an attack order in only one direction.
The angel who was originally being treated in that direction had no power to resist and was almost killed tragically by the elite cavalry's pursuit and hacking.
"withdraw!"
Seeing the fruitful results of the battle and seeing that the other soldiers in the original camp had also resumed their organization, Jamukha gave the order to retreat without any hesitation, leaving the Roman soldiers in the camp in a mess.
"What should I do next?" Michael no longer dared to believe what Wisdom had stuffed into his mind. He was worried that if he continued to believe it, he would really be killed.
He suppressed his anger and found Letona, wanting to hear Letona's thoughts.
But Letona didn't want to pay any attention to Michael. He had no good feelings .
The opponent's ability to pull him down also made him feel suffocated, but since the other party came to him, Letona could only say a few words.
"I have already sent the message back. Next, we will hold on!"
Michael was very dissatisfied with Renato's attitude, but since Renato's advice and wisdom were the same, he could only endure it temporarily and began to lead the Angel Legion to treat the previously injured soldiers.
Thanks to the power of the Angel Legion, there were basically no soldiers who died from injuries.
Renato's attitude softened as he looked at the dozens of soldiers who were rescued. These angels were not completely useless.
As for the barbarian soldiers, they were even more grateful. They regarded the angels as their faith and madly moved closer to the church.
This is why, even though angels have suffered mediocre defeats in combat, they are still crazily believed in by the barbarians.
Although Rome was strong, the Roman eagle flag was injured and there was nothing they could do except see a doctor.
The Angel Legion is different. Although their methods may leave flaws in the future, it is still much better than dying directly from injuries on the battlefield.
What's more, the miracle of a dying person being rescued is often the most touching.
The Roman high-ranking officials also coveted this ability of angels. It was much more effective than any medical treatment and could be used to strike and boost combat effectiveness on the battlefield.
But the Roman top leaders were also wavering, because this thing was simply a time bomb for the empire.
Anyone with a little knowledge can see that this thing will definitely affect power in the future.
To be honest, if all the barbarians gathered together, the Roman eagle flags would definitely not be their match. They would be a force more terrifying than Great Britain, but the biggest problem with the barbarians was that they could not gather together.
Normally, a Roman charge would have brought these barbarians to their knees.
The church seems to be something that can gather the barbarians together, so who will have the final say in the future, the Pope or the emperor?
The king's power is granted by God, and the power of God is granted by kings. This is an issue that religious countries cannot avoid.
Besides, the Roman high-ranking officials had a hard time making a choice with the Kushan Empire as their previous example.
This ability to treat the wounded directly hit their lungs. Injuries are something that even the strongest warriors cannot avoid.
For any classical militarist country, this is a temptation that is hard to resist.
Just like Chen Xi was under pressure to vigorously develop medicine, for a country, this thing is a basic pillar.
Public security, medicine and education are the three enduring pillars that are indispensable to any society.
After leaving, Jamukha released the carrier eagle to notify Temujin to take action.
They have already suppressed it.
After receiving the eagle message, Temujin smiled and nodded to Ardashir.
"It's finally our turn!" Ardashir showed a bloodthirsty smile.
"Leave it to me to take the lead. I will let them know what the Iron Pagoda represents!" Jin Wushu said confidently.
The other three had no objections, as this was what heavy cavalry should do.
Although the Holy Meteorite Knight can do the same thing, the Holy Meteorite's own defense is too low, and a forced attack will result in heavy casualties.
Compared with a complete array, the array that has been dispersed is more suitable for their output.
"Leave the long-range troops to me! The Parthian Cavalry will shine again!" Attolamei said confidently.
This was the first time he had to go all out since he had broken through the Parthian Cavalry. He was very confident that the opposing archer corps was definitely no match for the Parthian Cavalry.
They are archers that combine both speed and power, and their brilliant will will help them clear all obstacles.
"I will hold the others back, and you rush over and behead Saint Peter III!" Temujin and Ardashir looked at each other and voluntarily gave up the beheading mission.
Even though success would bring immeasurable benefits, Temujin still gave up.
It’s not that he was afraid of losses, but they were an alien tribe after all, and were inherently at a disadvantage compared to native subjects like Ardashir.
He needed to retreat in order to advance and let Ardashir take the initiative to accept his friendship.
He had clearly defined his position, which was to help Parthia win. He could accumulate merits, but he must not be in the most dazzling position.
First protect yourself and then seek to expand. This balance needs to be grasped well.
Jamukha is already very successful, so there is no need for him to fight for the biggest profit.
This is human wisdom, not to do the best, but to do the most suitable.
This is something that "gods" like Michael who obtain knowledge directly from the world cannot understand for the time being. If they understand it, it will be a matter of them shedding their divinity and transforming into humans.
Because God doesn't think about why, only what God wants to do.
"Okay, let's go!"
Ardashir was overjoyed and looked much friendlier towards Temujin. Just as Temujin had thought, this achievement was actually very great.
"After fighting for so long, only the Thirteenth Eagle Flag Legion was annihilated by me. Today Rome will suffer another wound!" Ardashir said loudly as he looked at the camp opposite that had already started moving.
They did not think about covering their tracks. Such a close distance was enough. If they were not discovered, they would be surprised and confused.
"We will win!" Jin Wushu shouted loudly to the soldiers of Iron Buddha.
"We will win! We will win! We will win!"
Even though they knew they were going to attack a camp, there was no fear on Tiefutu's faces. They were not afraid of any obstacles ahead.
"Iron Pagoda, charge!" Jin Wushu was very satisfied. He pulled the reins, and the precious horse under him stood up and stepped on the ground again. The dust on the ground was directly shaken up, and then thousands of horses galloped!
The huge noise of the Iron Pagoda reached the ears of St. Peter III, and the mysterious uneasiness made him want to leave here directly.
"Your Holiness, you can't leave!" Cyprian grabbed St. Peter III.
"This is not only a battlefield, but also a place where believers gather. How could the Lord's agent escape?" Cyprian immediately pointed out the problem.
St. Peter III was a little hesitant. It was not that he was afraid of death, but he was afraid that he would not be able to continue to spread the gospel of the Lord.
But he had a premonition that if he didn't leave he would die here. This might be God's warning to him again.
Cyprian shook his head and pointed to the second and third angels who had already ascended into the sky, then to the three archangels Gabriel, Uriel and Raphael in the sky, and then to the Legion of Paladins and the Legion of Fanatics on the ground.
"Your Holiness, all the warriors of God are here. This is the safest place. If you leave here, how can you protect yourself?"
"God's revelation may be a warning for you to lead the believers to defeat powerful enemies."
St. Peter III was convinced and admitted that Cyprian's words made sense.
"Come with me to the platform. Since you can't leave, then set an example for the believers!" St. Peter III was very courageous. After being persuaded by Cyprian, he felt more and more that God would not let him escape directly.
That would really damage the glory of God.
"Your Holiness, go ahead. I will go inform the commanders of the fourteenth group. I'm afraid their abilities will be needed in this battle!"
"Okay!" St. Peter III had no doubts and walked directly towards the podium where he usually gave speeches.
When St. Peter III stood on the podium, a holy light descended from the sky and hit him.
"My Lord's followers, the enemy is right before our eyes. Defeat them, and your souls will surely ascend to heaven after you die!"
Apart from anything else, St. Peter III's eloquence and ability to exaggerate were almost perfect, which directly brought the atmosphere to the extreme. To some extent, this is also a kind of military yin and yang that is moving towards perfection.
The morale of the believers in the church was almost full, and there was no fear at all.
Such appeal made the commander of the Fourteenth Legion a little frightened. As one of the Roman high-ranking officials, he was very clear about the threat posed by the barbarians.
If all barbarians are like this in the future, will there still be a place for these unbelievers to survive?
No wonder that gentleman wanted to carry out the massacre. These charlatans had to be killed!
