Chapter 985: Dispatching Troops
East of the Zagros Mountains, Ardashir gathered his personal guards and all the men he had recruited. Even though he did not know the exact time of the war, based on his terrifying intuition, Ardashir believed that the war would begin soon.
No, not that, a war, but a decisive battle. After losing the Mesopotamian Valley again, Parthia was left with only two mountain ranges as a barrier. However, war in this kind of terrain was in favor of Rome.
The Roman heavy infantry corps would thrive in such an environment, while their cavalry units would be greatly weakened.
Fars Sassan's order had not yet arrived, but Ardashir had already begun preparations.
"What did Temujin say?" Ardashir asked in a deep voice.
The two of them are now the two barriers of the Parthian Empire, guarding two key points respectively.
"Lord Temujin sent a message with only two words!" The deputy general looked embarrassed.
"Speak!" Ardashir laughed.
"send troops!"
"Good! Temujin! You are worthy of your name!" Ardashir laughed loudly. She was worthy of being his famous twin star, which was exactly what he wanted.
"General, it's probably not appropriate to send out troops without receiving orders!" The deputy general looked embarrassed. He knew that his general would choose to send out troops after hearing this answer.
However, Fars Sassanid's previous order was to have them guard key points.
If both of them ran away and disobeyed military orders, there would be no way to explain it.
"A general is on the battlefield and may not obey the king's orders!" Ardashir said, "Pass my order, gather the troops and attack. Today we will give Rome a head-on blow and win on both sides!"
As Ardashir understood his own path, he became more and more confident, and his every word and action was full of dominance. The deputy general had no choice but to go down and prepare.
After all, Ardashir is the boss in this place.
"General." Omzada looked at Ardashir with a serious expression. After hearing the order, he rushed over immediately.
He shared the same opinion as his deputy general that if troops were sent out, it might cause unnecessary trouble.
Besides, winter is approaching, and there is no need to cause trouble at this critical juncture.
If they just delay a little, winter will come soon, and Rome will have no choice but to retreat and fight again in the spring of the following year.
"No need to say more. We took the initiative to attack. Is it only on your mind to defend?!" Ardashir said calmly. Omzada's expression froze for a moment, but he quickly recovered.
"General, please give the orders!" Omzada looked respectful. He felt the gap between himself and Ardashir.
All he wanted was to survive and hold on to his little piece of land in Parthia. Ardashir and Temujin were different. Their goal was never to defend the territory, but to expand it.
"Count everyone."
Ardashir was wearing armor, standing in the wind and snow outside the tent. There was only the Zagros Mountains between them. On the other side it was spring all year round, while this side was already in bitter cold. However, the stimulation of the climate did not affect Ardashir as much as the shock in his heart.
He knew better than anyone else under his command that the next battle would most likely be his most important one, and he could not afford the consequences of losing.
But at this point, Ardashir no longer wanted to think about what would happen if he was defeated. Rome was clearly going to invade, so why bother thinking about these things!
You can only fight!
"All the soldiers have gathered." Omzada said in a low voice.
"Go to the camp." Ardashir, who had been standing like a sculpture in the wind and snow, took a step slowly, as if adapting to the stiffness, and then quickly returned to normal.
By the time Ardashir arrived at the camp, tens of thousands of soldiers were standing in the wind and snow in an orderly , and many of them were even a little pale.
The Holy Fallen Riders at the front stood tall and straight, like divine swords unsheathed.
Looking at these soldiers with solemn expressions, Ardashir's originally melancholy mood quickly recovered. These were his Holy Fallen Knights, his elite army. Only with them could he be called a strong man.
Any remaining hesitation was completely eliminated, leaving only determination.
"Everyone, I'm going to fight the Roman army next." Without any preparation, Ardashir spoke very calmly while standing on the high platform.
"The Romans are coming again. We don't have time to keep fighting. No one here may come back, including me!"
Ardashir's words did not shock anyone, as Rome and Parthia were already at odds with each other.
Rome invaded Ctesiphon several times, burning, killing and looting along the way. Many Parthian people bore the blood feud of Rome.
This is also the reason why Parthia chose to plunder without hesitation before, not only for spoils, but also for revenge.
The soldiers who are still willing to stay at the border until now, regardless of their individual qualities, have nerves as strong as steel when facing the problems of Rome, and will not be shaken by a little fear.
If they were facing the Han Dynasty, they might choose to surrender, but facing Rome, they would only shed the last drop of blood.
"But what I want to say is that I have to go there. There is nothing to say. Since the Romans are here, let's kill them all!"
Ardashir's voice became more passionate. He didn't know whether the people below could understand him. He was just venting his anger, his anger towards Parthia and Rome.
Looking at the soldiers below whose eyes were bloodshot but who remained calm, Ardashir understood that these soldiers would follow him no matter what the circumstances. Be it danger or death, these people entrusted everything to him.
"I actually told you so many great truths."
Looking at the expressions of his soldiers, Ardashir had already understood. There was no need to say so much, nor to think about any messy things. Following him to win was the simplest idea of these soldiers.
We are all the same people. Every country has such people who are willing to burn everything for their country.
"Everyone move out, target: the Roman army!"
Ardashir gave the order loudly. He knew very well that he was facing a huge number of Roman legions, but it didn’t matter. It was either you or me who would die. Just the Roman legions. Kill them!
Kill them all and restore the glory of Parthia.
I heard that the Thirteen Rose Legion has been rebuilt. Last time they relied on their numbers to defeat it, but this time the Holy Fallen Knight can defeat it alone.
Vologases V stood on the top of the city of Ctesiphon, looking towards the mountains.
Although he did not receive any intelligence, his intuition told him that Rome was coming.
"Report, Your Majesty, General Fars Sassan has come to report that Rome has raised an army of one million, led by the Roman Church, including the 2nd, 6th, 7th, 13th, 14th, 15th, 16th, 17th, 18th, and 19th Roman Eagle Legions!"
"One third of the Eagle Legion, haha, Rome is still as arrogant as ever!" Vogelges V laughed and mocked the ignorance of the Roman Senate.
Yes, even if there are eleven Eagle Flag Legions, Voggis now does not take them seriously at all.
The days when a few eagle flags led barbarians to invade Ctesiphon are gone forever, but Rome has obviously not come to its senses and has not put them back in the position of its old enemies.
But it’s okay, Rome will once again pay the price for their arrogance.
"Be prepared for war."
Vologases V glanced into the distance, a gloomy look appeared in his eyes, and then he turned and left.
Rome still despised Parthia, which was good news, but it also made him angry as a monarch.
Because Rome did not take Parthia seriously, and Parthia actually had to rely on such a great humiliation to win.
This was a shame for him as a monarch, but it was a good thing for the country, so he could not be angry and could only suppress his anger in his heart.
"Any time." The left guard officer Atratome turned the scimitar in his hand and said solemnly, "I have been waiting for a long time."
"Me too." Right guard officer Babak raised his weapon and glanced in the direction of Rome without any fear. "We will definitely win!"
"Yes, we will definitely win!"
Severus, who was far away in Rome, suddenly laughed and looked into the distance.
"Your Majesty, what are you looking at?" Fabio looked at Severus who suddenly laughed, and asked with a smile.
"I feel that there is my opponent in that direction." Severus said calmly.
"Rest in peace? They are no match for us Romans!" Penelence followed the direction Severus was looking and laughed.
"The Parthians are no longer a match, Your Majesty." Marche, who had resumed his duties as the commander of the 12th Legion, shook his head and said, "The Parthians are on the road to destruction, in the hands of our great Rome."
"But they have not yet perished." Severus did not become complacent because of Marche's words, and continued to speak calmly.
"Also, now that they've reclaimed Parthia, I think we should probably just sweep them into the dustbin of history!"
Severus was very calm, and the imperial will had also fluctuated just now, which meant that Parthia might still be a rival.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, His Holiness the Pope will lead the Lord's Church to crush Parthia!" Frederick followed up.
Apart from Canasis, Philip was the first powerful noble to defect to Severus.
There was nothing he could do. The old pope had ascended to heaven, and he had not snatched the throne from St. Peter. He had not become emperor, and he had also lost his position as pope.
If he doesn't join the team quickly, he will be left alone and helpless.
The reason he was able to have real power in the past was because of the support of the old Pope. Now that the new Pope is not him, the church naturally withdrew its support.
His situation was critical, so he chose to surrender to Severus directly.
"I hope so!" Severus stared into the distance. He had a hunch that St. Peter III might not win.
“It’s finally started.”
Shen Pei, who was in the direction of the Pamir Mountains, sighed. After doing everything he could, he chose to apply to be transferred to the Pamir Mountains to join the army in fighting Parthia.
It was not only to protect Yuan Shao, but also to realize his own value. The heavy workload of the people was not his forte, he was better at military strategies.
Ju Shou and Tian Feng were also in the Pamirs. They were not doing this for Yuan Shao. They had already paid back what they owed to the Yuan family. Now they only lived to witness the greatness of the Han Empire.
But because they used to be in the same trench, they would often drink and chat together.
Looking at the information sent back from the front, several people couldn't help but sigh.
The more they read about Parthia and Rome, the more they couldn't help but think of Yuan Shao. If Yuan Shao had won at that time, could they really have done everything they are doing now?
Even Shen Pei, Yuan Shao's die-hard supporter, couldn't make this guarantee, so they could only sigh.
"Military Advisor, does Parthia still have a chance to turn the tables?"
Zhang He looked at the battle report and said cautiously that Parthia's strength seemed a bit too strong. It couldn't have risen so quickly by accumulating strength. Even if it had picked up the Huns' legacy, it wouldn't be so strong, right?
He felt that if they didn't take Rome into consideration, it would be a bit difficult for them to face Parthia alone with their power in the Pamirs.
"It's hopeless. Unless we can find two military gods who can turn the tables when the troops are greatly disadvantaged, Parthia is doomed."
Shen Pei said solemnly that Parthia had no one to rely on now.
In other words, Parthia's biggest reliance in its current fight with Rome is actually the blood transfusion from the Han Dynasty. When the time comes, not only will the Han Dynasty cut off the blood transfusion, but it will also stab Parthia in the heart.
Unless you can produce two military gods at the same time, one to hold down Rome and the other to hold down the Han Dynasty, Parthia will just have to wait for death.
"Haha, even if two military gods appear, Parthia is doomed!" Li Ru sneered and opened the tent and walked in. Did he really think that the military god was invincible?
Xiang Yu was plotted to death, so even if Parthia now has two military gods, they are just grasshoppers after autumn.
The Han Dynasty could lose four or five times, so what if Parthia won four or five times?
Parthia, which has now completely abandoned domestic output and focused on transforming its military, seems powerful, but in fact it is a castle in the air. As long as the Han Dynasty cuts off its blood transfusion.
Parthia would soon be plunged into a desperate situation where its people would suffer from poverty, and there might be internal chaos before the war even begins.
The Huns are wolves. When you are strong, they can integrate with you. When you are weak, you will be annexed by them.
The Han Dynasty had capital to fight against Parthia, and also had capital to fight against the Xiongnu.
Besides, what if you, Parthia, have a god of war? Don’t we in the Han Dynasty have a god of war?
The general personally led an expedition to Parthia and directly asked the three military gods to fight on his behalf.
Come on, let’s hurt each other, who’s afraid of who?
Anyway, if you collude with the Huns, you will die.
The Han Dynasty is now determined to attack Parthia, unless Parthia can give up the Huns, but that is not possible. The descendants of the Huns are now the left and right arms of Parthia, and Parthia cannot give up.
So in the end, it all came down to using fists to do the talking.
Shen Pei did not refute Li Ru. Strictly speaking, they were all defeated by Li Ru. In addition, Li Ru was too ruthless, so they did not have a good relationship with Li Ru.
"Everyone, get ready! Next year, it will be our turn to take the stage!" Li Ru's eyes flashed coldly. He had prepared a lot of things for this.
