Chapter 1022: Cyprian's Decision
Upon hearing that Ardashir had succeeded, Temujin roared.
"Get your strong bows ready and charge out!"
He knew very well that if he didn't attack now while the opponent's mind was wavering, by the time the opponent reacted and directed his rage of revenge towards them, he would really not be able to get out.
So Temujin directly revealed the trump card he had been holding back. He held the strong bow in his hand and shot the golden arrow towards a relatively weak direction.
Immediately afterwards, all the light cavalry soldiers among the Mongolian cavalry drew their bows and arrows and shot a golden arrow.
A golden torrent directly covered the area, and all the soldiers who were shot, no matter they were the sixteen paladins, the fourteen combinations, or ordinary elites, were instantly annihilated.
The arrows, like a torrent, washed over from this direction. There were no screams and no attempts to block them. Facing this torrent that was like a legion's attack, everything lost its meaning.
Attolamei on the periphery was extremely shocked. As the soul archer cavalry of the army and the specific situation of the Parthian Divine Cavalry, no one understood the significance of this torrent better than him.
If the Parthian Cavalry chose to take into account both firing rate and power, then the Mongolian Cavalry abandoned firing rate and focused on power.
Judging from the killing effect of this torrent of arrows alone, the Parthian Cavalry's arrows are far inferior to those of the Mongolian Cavalry. Of course, the Parthian Cavalry also takes into account the shooting speed, and can shoot many arrows with both high power and low damage, which is far more lethal than the Mongolian Cavalry.
But in Attolamei's memory, the Mongolian cavalry should be a melee cavalry slightly inferior to the Holy Fallen.
Now that he had suddenly shown such a skill, Attolamei was really surprised, because the bows and arrows of the Mongolian cavalry were only slightly inferior to theirs.
If both melee and ranged combat are at the level of two for one, then the overall strength of this legion will be far greater than any of their other legions.
But we all have military spirits. How come Temujin could go so far in military spirit, as if he had been immersed in it for hundreds of years?
He didn't understand how Temujin did it.
Although Attolamy was a guard and knew that they had accepted the Huns' heritage, he was not aware that Temujin was a descendant of the Huns.
Or rather, except for Fars Sassanid and Vogys V, no one else is clear.
Because after Temujin and others were incorporated into Parthia, there were no more Huns, only small tribes such as the Western Xia tribe, the Mongolian tribe, and the Great Jin tribe.
Parthia itself was a country that originated from a nomadic people and included countless small tribes.
As for why this can be achieved, it is naturally due to the famous saying of Laoshang Chanyu.
Either Han or Hu, so the Xiongnu were tolerant of anything outside the Han Dynasty.
This is also the reason why Temujin and his men were able to use the remaining will of the Xiongnu Empire to help Parthia rebuild its imperial will and occupy a place in the Military Soul Corps.
Because from the perspective of imperial will, the entire Parthia has become a part of the Huns, only the tribe named Parthia holds the real power.
The Huns themselves had no hereditary tradition; whoever had the bigger fist would become the Huns' Khan.
However, although he was surprised, Attolamei did not remain dazed. After Temujin exploded, he quickly led his troops to move.
He also heard Ardashir's roar. Now that the goal had been achieved, it was time to retreat.
He did not retreat directly, but moved towards the direction where Temujin exploded. He wanted to meet Temujin.
After all, it was easy for Ardashir to break out from the rear camp, while Temujin was facing multiple eagle flags and the revenge of the fallen soldiers, so he might suffer heavy losses.
"Jin Wushu, take your men and fight your way out for me!" Temujin roared at Jin Wushu.
The other party is still fighting with those Roman soldiers. What a fool.
"Yes!" Jin Wushu replied subconsciously. As the leader of a branch tribe, his momentum was completely crushed by Temujin.
Jin Wushu led the Iron Buddha and started fighting along the gap created by Temujin's explosion. Relying on the gap that had not yet been closed, he successfully tore open another huge hole.
Temujin led his light cavalry and launched another powerful torrent of arrows, then followed behind Tiefutu and broke through the gap.
"You guys go quickly, I'll cover your retreat!" Looking at the two legions escaping one after the other, Attolamei took the initiative to take over the task of covering their retreat.
Among the four legions, his was the one with the least consumption, so at a time like this, it was natural for him to be the one to cover the retreat.
"Leave it to you!"
Temujin was not being pretentious. The Mongolian cavalry had indeed reached their limit. Although he was very good at killing, the lethality of the last wave of powerful arrows was already declining sharply.
Unlike the previous times where everyone was annihilated wherever they passed, less than three-tenths of those shot died, and the rest were all injured.
This is actually quite good, after all, injuries are often linked to death.
However, the opponent's angel troops have already proved with facts that if they cannot be killed directly, the casualty rate of these soldiers will be reduced to the lowest, and it is even possible that no one will die.
You know, soldiers who survive the battlefield will become stronger.
The next time they face, they will only face a stronger opponent.
"This road is blocked!" Atratome stared at the 16th Paladin and the 14th Combined Legion approaching over a hundred steps away. Pale silk threads appeared on the bows of all the Divine Knights and then turned into arrows. The brilliant will and the cloud arrows combined with each other and appeared on the bowstrings of the Divine Knights.
With a slight bang, countless white light arrows shot out. At all costs, the ultimate skill used by the Military Soul of the Divine Cavalry was used. This was the ultimate effect of the Military Soul of the Divine Cavalry. The cloud arrows were accompanied by their own absolute will and covered the entire front in an instant.
The arrows, like a torrent, swept through the front of the Divine Knight. There were no screams and no blocks. The tenacity of the Sixteenth Legion, the infinite changes of the Fourteenth Legion, and the healing of the Angel Legion, all lost all their meaning at this moment.
In a single breath, twenty arrows were released by one person, with both extreme speed and power.
All the pursuers in front were destroyed almost instantly.
As this torrent of energy descended, the entire battlefield fell into silence.
Atratome showed a confident look, then left with all his soldiers.
Faced with such a horrific attack, even the furious Roman legions could only remain silent.
"This is impossible!" Benito looked at the scene in disbelief, even trembling a little.
"What a terrifying power! What a terrifying speed!"
At this time, Philip no longer cared about the loss of his soldiers, and his fear of Parthia had reached a peak.
Even the archangels Gabriel, Uriel, and Raphael were silent under such a torrent.
They clearly sensed the destruction that came with the torrent, and if they were caught in it, they would only perish.
"Should we chase them? The opponent's consumption will not be too small!" Philippe turned his head and asked Benito.
Benito himself was a little hesitant. To be honest, according to common sense, it was impossible for the opponent to have the ability to burst out continuously.
Just like Temujin's previous torrent of arrows, the second one had completely lost its original power and was now probably no more powerful than an ordinary arrow.
But what if?
When he chased after them just now, nearly two hundred people including the fourteen soldiers died. Adding to the losses in the previous battle, Benito was extremely heartbroken.
The rogue legion is still the rogue legion, but when they encounter three talents and military soul in this head-on confrontation, the losses are really too great.
Fortunately, their legion has sufficient reserve troops and they can recover with just a little training, so there is no need to worry too much about this.
However, Benito was thinking about the threat posed by Parthia. As a general with a strategic vision, he had clearly realized that the threat posed by Parthia was no weaker than that of Great Britain in the north.
But in other words, Great Britain’s biggest problem cannot be solved by barbarians, but must be solved by the lives of Roman citizens.
Although the Roman nobles were not afraid of war or death, the problem of barbarians troubled them.
Therefore, every Roman citizen was invaluable currency in the Roman Empire and must be cherished.
"Stop chasing! Organize the army and hold your ground! Send out a message to bring the two wings together to prevent Parthia from launching a decisive battle!" Cyprian's voice rang out, he held high the Pope's scepter and gave orders loudly.
The cardinals and paladins around Cyprian began to assist Cyprian in carrying out the order with complete obedience.
"Bishop Cyprian!"
Bisyer was the first to react, and then began to reorganize the soldiers of the 15th Legion of Fanatics according to Cyprian's orders.
Benito glanced around in surprise. He didn't expect that after the death of St. Peter III, someone in the church would step up and take control of the situation so quickly.
As if the death of St. Peter III had no impact, Benito took this discovery to heart, which was very important information.
They had made a mistake in their previous judgment of the church. Originally, Cyprian was just an outstanding bishop, but now it seems that his prestige is even enough to make him the second-in-command of the church.
Before this, they had not noticed anything. There must be something wrong when things are abnormal, and it deserves attention.
"Captain Benito, I think I need an explanation!" Cyprian walked up to Benito with the Paladin.
He was not happy at all when St. Peter III died, and was even a little sad, as he had thought that he was just a puppet pope whom he could control.
But when the cardinals brought him the papal scepter, an inexplicable sorrow welled up in his heart, and he realized that St. Peter III was dead, really dead.
St. Peter III, who was considered a friend to him, died, and his last will was to hand over the church to him and let him develop it.
No matter what his mentality was before, he now really wants to develop the church well, even if it is for the sake of St. Peter III's last wish.
Cyprian suppressed the sadness in his heart. No matter what the purpose was, he had to find Benito and ask for an explanation.
He was aware of how much trouble this beheading would bring to Rome, but this was also an opportunity for the church.
The death of St. Peter III must be attributed to the Fourteenth Legion and the Parthian Legion.
Revenge on Parthia was inevitable, but before that, Benito had to take the blame. This was an opportunity for the church to gain further support and gain political status in Rome.
The fear of battle by the commander of the Roman Eagle Legion led to the death of the Pope. Regardless of whether this is true or not, we must proceed along this line of thought.
Cyprian knew very well that Benito would not get any benefit at all. The Roman Senate would at most give him a superficial punishment, but this would be enough for him to gain more benefits and political initiative.
Politics is this kind of thing. Some superficial things are issued, which are enough for him to use in public opinion.
Cyprian had not forgotten at all what the fundamental reason was for their church to be suspected by Rome.
Those are the barbarians. Only by firmly grasping the barbarians can Rome be prevented from taking any action.
Of course, it will lead to more suppression from Roma, but Benito's mistake will become a gap for him to break through the suppression.
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On the other side, the atmosphere was very lively among the four Ardashir players who had successfully completed their rounds.
They completed the first step of their plan to reverse the situation and beheaded St. Peter III.
But after the excitement, silence came.
"What's the damage?" Ardashir broke the silence.
"Nearly a quarter of their troops were lost. The losses of Parthia's elite troops were far less than ours!" Temujin sighed. The losses suffered by the Mongolian cavalry were the highest.
"My losses were minimal, only some from the rain of arrows!" Attolamei shook his head.
"It's almost the same here, the losses are not big!" Jin Wushu said the same as Attolamei.
The Iron Pagoda's own defense is strong enough, and Attolamei was wandering around the periphery the whole time, so only the Holy Fallen Cavalry and the Mongolian Iron Cavalry suffered greater losses.
"This time it is all thanks to your contribution, Temujin. I will explain this to His Majesty when I ask for credit!" Ardashir consoled dryly.
To be honest, Ardashir's losses were not great, it was just that it was difficult to break through the battle line. The barbarians before were ordinary elites, and they were really not a problem for the Holy Fallen Knights.
"Let's talk about it later. Now is the next step!" Temujin shook his head and changed the subject.
"Next, I plan to use the Seventh Legion and the Fifteenth Legion to make some progress!" Ardashir said after a moment of hesitation.
"The Seventh Legion has a hidden restraint on me. I want to remove it. When the time comes, I will take Babak with me."
"Leave the church's legion to me. I will lead a group of people to disguise themselves as Mongolian cavalry and defeat them!" Temujin nodded.
However, he did not plan to use people from his own tribe this time. He could just choose from the Parthian Rangers and add some death row prisoners to make up the numbers.
It's all about giving away kills anyway, and as long as they do it, it's enough to convince the other side. As for the quality itself, it's just a way for them to fool the other side.
"Gentlemen! We will win!" Ardashir raised his scimitar.
"We will win!" The other three also drew their weapons.
Young people are always full of vigor and vitality, not to mention that they just succeeded in beheading someone in the midst of thousands of soldiers, which is a great achievement no matter from which angle.
