Chapter 904: War Begins Again
"If you want to run, chase him!"
Li Jue was in high spirits. He hadn't met such a stressful opponent in all these years. Now that he had finally met one, how could Li Jue let the opponent get away easily?
Only by swinging your sword at the strong can you become stronger!
Unfortunately, the Xiliang Iron Cavalry was notoriously short-legged, and although the Tenth Division came from Rome, where short legs were common, they were serious cavalry and very capable fighters.
The pursuit of the short-legged Xiliang Iron Cavalry was inexplicably funny. In less than half an hour, they were left far behind by the Tenth Legion, leaving no trace of dust behind.
"Damn, what bad luck! How come there are all kinds of people in Rome!" Li Jue led his troops back cursing.
Logically speaking, those who have come this far should at least have a fight when they meet, but the two sides just rushed at each other without even activating their legion talents, and the other side just slipped away. It is really puzzling.
On the other side, Virgilia also felt unlucky. They were a bunch of useless people who finally got out to have some fun, but ended up running into Li Jue and other iron-fisted fighting maniacs. It was simply a sin.
"Report! Commander, we have spotted a Parthian army ahead. It is estimated to be about double the strength of the army. Please give us your instructions!"
Just as Virgilia was cursing, the scout who was sent out ran over and said.
"Attack, kill them, and use them to send Thirteen Roses off!"
Virgilia was stunned. A double-talent legion is great, isn't that pure bullying?
The unknown Parthian's internal energy left his body, and faced with the attack from the Tenth Legion, he had almost no ability to fight back.
They were completely annihilated without even a splash. If some survivors hadn't been left deliberately, the entire legion would have been destroyed.
Virgilia was not completely without a sense of the overall situation. After completing the goal of commemorating the Thirteen Roses, he deliberately left clues for Parthia in order to keep Parthia suspicious.
After all, the legions that can efficiently and effectively kill a double-talented legion must be the top-level legions. A top-level legion with an elusive whereabouts will cause great trouble to the Parthian commander Fars Sassanid.
When the news reached the Parthian camp, Fars Sassanid could hardly believe his ears.
"What did you say? Dakolis is dead? You are the only ones left in the entire legion?"
He roared at the surviving soldiers in the tent. Dakoulis was a general he was more optimistic about, and he had the qualifications to reach the same level as Ardashir and others.
As a result, they just died, and they didn't even know which legion annihilated them. The only thing that was certain was that the other side was definitely a Roman legion, and they attacked under the banner of revenge for the Thirteen Roses.
"Rome!" Fars Sassan was filled with rage, but he quickly forced himself to calm down. This was a very bad signal. The appearance of a powerful legion meant to a large extent that Roman reinforcements had arrived.
Then, they should face a counterattack from the Romans. This is extremely valuable news. The demigod aura that appeared before the alliance quickly gave Fars Sassan a sense of urgency.
"Go and inform the Han officers to come to the camp for a meeting. At the same time, send someone to contact His Majesty in the north. It's time to unite our forces."
On the other side, Ganasis was also making arrangements to launch an attack. As for Rome, they had absolutely no habit of suffering losses. Since they had enough power in their hands, they had to return all the previous humiliation.
"Tomorrow, the Second Legion and the Seventh Legion will lead the barbarian legions to launch the charge first. The Sixth Legion will lead the four Angus Legions to follow closely, and the Fourth Legion will lead the West Asia Legion to assist."
"The 12th Legion is on standby as a reserve force, awaiting my subsequent battlefield orders."
"Ninth Legion! You lead the cavalry to hide and wait for the opportunity to make the final decision. Do you understand?" Ganasis asked Tacitus.
"Take advantage of the chaos to inflict heavy damage?" Tacitus nodded to indicate that there was no problem. His Ninth Legion belonged to the heavy cavalry, so there was indeed a chance that he could accomplish the final blow.
"How's the coordination going over there?" Ganasis turned and asked Virgilia.
"It's been done. The Tenth Legion has been perfectly integrated into the Barbarian Legion and has become one with them." Virgilia said confidently.
There was indeed a huge fight. The soldiers of the Tenth Legion were dispersed into various barbarian legions in units of 100. Without saying anything, they just launched a surprise attack, and while the barbarian legions were in chaos, they directly overturned the entire camp.
The subsequent integration immediately became a natural process. The barbarians have always respected the strong. They admired Rome because Rome was strong enough. Even those religious barbarians converted because the gods described in the doctrine were strong enough.
The Tenth Legion's actions were obviously not in compliance with regulations, but they did make these barbarians surrender, and then they were quickly taken over by the command network formed by the Tenth Legion.
"That's good. The main force of the raid still depends on you. The Parthian army is not weak. We must make more preparations!"
"This time, we must attack Ctesiphon and completely destroy Parthia!"
In Ganasis' heart, he still did not regard Parthia as an equal opponent. His long experience of beating Parthia made him always look down on Parthia.
Even if the opponent did defeat them once, in Ganasis's mind, it was just that the Romans did not take it seriously.
This time, the Roman army is powerful and the legion commanders no longer underestimate the enemy. They will definitely win this battle!
"This battle! We will win!"
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Before the Parthian side had its manpower fully assembled, Rome launched a brazen night attack.
Originally, Rome was at a disadvantage in night combat because the barbarians had very poor psychological quality and many accidents usually happened at night, so they always avoided fighting at night.
But this time it was different. The Tenth Legion broke up into small groups and infiltrated the barbarian army to take command, which greatly improved the stability of the barbarians. As long as the morale of the barbarians can be stabilized, the combat power that erupts cannot be ignored by any empire.
"The Romans finally couldn't hold back and started!"
At the moment Parthia suffered a night attack, the Han army had already woken up, and even Zhang Liao, Li Jue and others woke up directly, and began to blockade the camp with their legions to prevent unexpected attacks.
The Roman attack was no secret, and any officer with a little common sense could see it. However, the Roman style of starting a war as a decisive battle and making the first battle the last still amazed the Han people.
But it was also expected. The three elements of war are nothing more than the right time, right place and right people.
This area was Roman territory, and Rome was familiar with the terrain and knew it was an advantageous location.
The Roman reinforcements had just arrived, and they were very confident in their war against Parthia, which was a sign of peace.
As for the night attack, it can be considered the right time.
With the right time, right place, and right people, it was expected that the attack would be launched directly, or it would be a little later than the Han Dynasty expected.
"Hehe, let's give Rome a small surprise first!" Zhuge Liang smiled and waved his feather fan. A gust of wind blew up, and the dim moonlight that was originally obscured by clouds in the sky instantly pushed away the clouds to reveal its true appearance.
The bright moonlight sprinkled on the earth, directly illuminating the entire battlefield for the Parthian side.
"This kind of method!" Ganasis frowned, but did not say much. Anyway, the moonlight was beneficial to them. However, the feeling of having the celestial phenomena controlled by others made him feel uncomfortable.
The last time Parthia crossed the river, he felt something was wrong. Now it seemed that there was someone behind the scenes manipulating it.
"Is this the method used by the Han Dynasty? It's a really good method!"
Ganasis frowned. Hearing and seeing with one's own eyes are two different things after all. The Han Dynasty's method of changing the world is very powerful.
I am afraid that it will cause great trouble to Rome's wars in the future.
"Don't worry, Your Excellency the Duke. The church has already developed the relevant technology. It is not easy to change the celestial phenomena, so it will not cause much impact."
Ludovico said calmly, and Giorgios on the other side nodded in approval.
Ganasis glanced at it and said nothing. It was good that there was already a solution in the back.
"Use whatever means you have. If a fight breaks out, you won't have a chance!"
Ganasis said this casually without holding out much hope. After all, even if the two boundary-breaking demigods had extraordinary combat power, it would be difficult for them to produce any effect on such a large-scale battlefield.
"God said! Love the world!"
Georgos smiled faintly, and the hardcover ancient book in his hand emitted a dazzling white light, which then radiated to all the Roman soldiers.
Ganasis was stunned. He really didn't expect that there was actually stock. If he had known, he would have asked a few more questions at the beginning.
"The light is weak at night, and the blessing of light can only increase the effect by one percent. It's better not to hold too high hopes, Your Excellency the Duke!"
Giorgios's holy voice fell into Ganasis' ears, and Ganasis suddenly felt uneasy, as if an invisible force was affecting him.
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency the Duke. This is why I didn't speak. My light is too strong and it can easily affect the world! Please forgive me!"
Giorgios noticed something was wrong with Ganasis, and waved his hand to use magic to write a line of words in the air.
“As long as it’s useful!”
Ganasis shook his head and said nothing more. This was how the people in the church were. He had long known the nature of these people and had always been unwilling to have anything to do with the church.
Although the blessing is weak, it is better than nothing and can be considered a good means.
The battle broke out quickly and intensified quickly.
Parthia was well prepared against Rome and responded the moment the Romans attacked their camp. The bright moonlight also illuminated their vision, so there was not much panic and it was a head-on confrontation.
After the first wave of barbarian troops stepped on the trap, the second and seventh launched a surprise attack.
After Parthia was attacked, Ardashir, who was in the center of the army, led the Holy Fallen Cavalry to charge out directly. On the way, he heard what his people were shouting, the Seventh Eagle Flag Legion.
This was good news for Ardashir. As a legion that was reorganized after its destruction, the Seventh Legion had an embarrassingly mediocre strength, but such a legion was exactly what he needed.
After turning the Thirteen Roses into nutrients, the Holy Fallen Knights had fallen into an inexplicable state, and even Ardashir, the man who founded it, couldn't explain it.
But what is clear is that what the Holy Fallen Knights need now is accumulation, and they must not come into conflict with overly powerful legions.
Under the guidance of Fars Sassan, Ardashir had long understood what kind of legion Parthia needed now, a legion with a complete military spirit, rather than a legion that could only fight.
So after realizing this, Ardashir quickly withdrew from the front line and began training and accumulation, but it can be said that there was no progress during this period of time.
This also made Ardashir understand that this accumulation still needed to be carried out on the battlefield.
Therefore, he had to select his opponents carefully. The Second Trajan was almost excluded at the first opportunity, and only the Seventh Eagle Flag and the Ninth Eagle Flag Legions were suitable for fighting.
To be more precise, only the Seventh Legion is suitable for accumulation. As a heavy cavalry corps with considerable strength, the Ninth Legion may cause irreparable damage to the current Holy Fallen Cavalry.
After Ardashir confirmed that the opponent was the Seventh Eagle Flag, he immediately led his troops to charge forward.
The soldiers of the Seventh Eagle Flag Legion, who had been waiting for a long time, directly attacked the entering Holy Fallen Cavalry, using bows and arrows or javelins.
In other words, it was a targeted concentrated fire attack on Ardashir.
Rome had long discovered that Parthia liked to let a general with the ability to leave his body be the commander this time. And when it comes to rescue or charge, wouldn't a general with the ability to leave his body like to take the lead?
In this case, let's arrange the manpower in advance and give the incoming generals a surprise.
The moment Ardashir saw the soldiers of the Seventh Legion, his hair stood on end and he swung his weapon reflexively. There was a sound of metal clashing, and Ardashir was hit by several arrows and was almost killed.
If his internal energy had not left his body and he had become non-human, the bleeding alone would have been enough to kill him. Not to mention continuing to fight, it would have been a question whether he could even stay alive.
This was still a lucky result for him. Facing the second Trajan, the two legion commanders with internal energy out of their bodies were almost instantly beaten into sieves by Trajan and died on the spot.
An individual's fighting power is inferior to that of a powerful army, and he cannot escape death when facing a top-level army with premeditated plans.
The eyes of the seriously injured Ardashir were bloodshot, and the Legion's talent was directly extended to the limit.
"Kill these guys!" Ardashir roared. This is the battlefield. No one can be 100% sure what will happen in the next second.
His naive idea almost completely cost him his life.
However, fortune and misfortune go hand in hand, and it was this brush with death that finally made him understand what the Holy Fallen Knight lacked.
A flash of inspiration between life and death told him what the Holy Fallen Knights were lacking, and also made him understand what the problem was that prevented him from taking a step forward in the military soul.
