Bang - bang bang!
The Macedonian soldiers were tapping the round shields in their hands, and the armor reflected the morning light, arousing war strength and morale.
Lor rode his horse in front of the formation, pointed in the direction of the Han army, and said with a loud voice that shocked the whole army: "My Macedonian army has been on the battlefield countless times and won glorious victories again and again.
Today, we are once again on the battlefield to fight against the invaders from the east.
Soldiers, what should we do? "
“Courage will never defeat you, and perseverance will never defeat you.”
This is the most widely circulated sentence among the Macedonian army, also from Alexander.
Lore shouted: "Soldiers, the history of the past thousand years is staring at you behind you, for the glory of Macedonia!"
"For the glory of Macedonia!"
"For the glory of Macedonia!"
"Array up!"
The whole army roared wildly, and the sound of beating bucklers was like war drums.
The Macedonian legion of twelve thousand infantry, five thousand light cavalry, and two thousand heavy cavalry suddenly moved forward.
The sight of soldiers and horses soaring in momentum and united as one makes people's blood boil.
At the top of the city, Bhutto and Afti stood side by side.
From their perspective, the army was arrayed and the crowds were like a sea.
The powerful military front formed a strong appeal, making everyone forget the worries and fears before the war.
The wind blew, and Afti's hair fluttered in the wind.
She took a step forward and stood on the battlement, her dress fluttering, as if she could go down from the city at any time, join the army, and fight with the Macedonians.
"Soldiers, I, Macedonia, will always be the King of War!"
"Push forward!"
"Push forward!"
Amidst the shouts below, a golden mark appeared on Afti's smooth brows.
It was the alternating pale golden marks of a shield and a spear, war and protection, and a double blessing from the God of War and the God of Wisdom.
She raised her right hand, and behind her was a hazy shadow of a god standing on a chariot.
The god held a war gun burning with golden flames and galloped in the sky, bringing up clusters of golden flames.
Afti used the blessing of the God of War to pray for the Macedonian soldiers, praying that they would be invincible and invincible.
At this moment, all the Macedonian soldiers had courage growing in their hearts and their fighting spirit doubled.
Their spears became sharper and their shields stronger.
This is the blessing power of war.
"Macedonia, lord of war!"
"Macedonia!"
"King of War!"
Luo Er raised the corners of his mouth and became more and more certain that he would lead his army to win the war.
When he shouted, all the soldiers in the army responded.
Soldiers and generals are like one body.
The soldiers were excited and eager to rush into the enemy formation and kill the Han army.
Lore raised his spear and pointed to the Huo Qubu in front of the Han Army: "Kill them, catch them alive, and hang him in front of the two armies!"
ha! ha! ha!
The whole army drank wildly.
Three hundred feet away, the Han army stopped advancing.
Huo Qubing did not make any pre-war declaration.
The riding whip in his hand is the direction for the Han army to defeat the enemy!
Da Sima is here, our army is invincible!
The Han army stood still, but the strength of the gathered troops was rising steadily.
The atmosphere of the battlefield is tightened!
The fighting spirit inspired by the Han army spread out on the battlefield like clouds and fog, pressing towards the Macedonian phalanx.
In hidden, a ray of scarlet was raised in the Han army's troops.
That was the murderous aura they had cultivated by defeating countless enemies, causing the heaven and earth to manifest strange phenomena, mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
"What a strong fighting spirit!"
In the head of Apaya, Afut frowned.
She is activating the power of the God of War and is particularly sensitive to the strength of the Han army.
Butuo said: "The strength of Huo Qubing, the commander-in-chief of the Han army, is connected with his tribe, and the scene of evolution... has never been seen before."
Afti also saw Huo Qubing's military spirit rising into the sky and connecting with the Han army.
To this day, the Han army has experienced hundreds of battles and is in great strength.
Behind them, blood smeared, slowly forming a military battle scene like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
At a level invisible to ordinary people, the heaven and earth where the Han army was located were filled with blood and roaring like waves, impacting the Macedonian military formation.
The two sides were nearly three hundred feet apart, and their military formations were facing each other.
The Macedonian momentum was completely suppressed.
The vision of the Han army on the opposite side growing in strength, the sea of blood surging, and the mountain of corpses stacked up against each other are breathtaking!
On the battlefield, Lore also discovered that after the two sides gathered their forces, the Macedonian legion was at a disadvantage, and the smile on his face faded.
He did not expect that his regiment, which had soaring fighting spirit, would be overpowered by the Han army during the encounter!
"go ahead!"
Luo Er shouted: "Shrink into a mountain formation!"
Boom boom boom!
The Macedonian soldiers advanced in formation.
During the advancement process, they relied on each other and began to shrink the array.
The entire Macedonian phalanx, the distance between the troops is getting closer, like a moving mountain, approaching the enemy!
Lore ordered the army to push forward, taking the lead in kicking off the war.
The Macedonians in the front row moved their shields away, directly exposing their chests, and gave up their previous defensive posture of blocking the shields in front of them.
By doing this, they were provoking the Han army and inviting the Han army to charge. This meant that they did not defend and allowed the Han army to attack.
At the same moment, the cavalry in the front line of the Han army moved sideways like a tide.
A column of Han infantry rushed out from behind, each holding a thigh-thick bronze pipe.
The secret patterns on it are intertwined and complicated.
Qiang——
The copper pipe was placed on the ground by the Han troops who were marching out, and the tripod-shaped support was opened.
A total of about five hundred bronze tubes supported by tripods were hollow inside and densely arranged, and the secret patterns carved on them began to glow.
Since ten months, various armaments and materials of the Han army have been continuously transported to the front line.
The same goes for Fire Barrel Arrows.
The last time I used it, there were only 300 fire barrel arrows.
After a while, more than two hundred fire barrel arrows were delivered one after another, totaling more than five hundred fire barrel arrows.
After setting it up, quickly adjust the angle, load the ammunition, and fire, all in one go!
Boom!
Five hundred arrows at a time were ejected in a parabolic arc and dropped into the enemy's position from the air.
The Macedonians were at a loss and had no effective means of defense.
Then there was an earth-shaking loud noise, the earth shook, and the earth and gravel were impacted by the force of the explosion and scattered in all directions.
The military formation of nearly 20,000 Macedonian soldiers suffered a large number of casualties after a concentrated firing.
Five hundred flechettes exploded, and in each spherical flechette, there were at least twenty unique small arrowheads that flew away.
A concentrated firing is equivalent to tens of thousands of bows and crossbows, firing intensively at close range.
Its impact and destructive power are stronger than those of a crossbow.
On the battlefield, there were screams.
The leather armor on the chest and abdomen of a Macedonian soldier was penetrated, and bloody holes appeared on the face. The fragments of arrows that burst out passed directly through the body.
The first salvo, the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth... were gone, but the massacre had been completed.
At the city wall behind, Afti blurted out and whispered, her delicate skin covered with goosebumps.
Bhutto also had his hair standing on end.
"War artifact! This is a war artifact..."
The Han army had used fire barrel arrows once before.
However, in the many battles that the Parthians fought around the city of Apameia since then, they never encountered the Han people using such terrible weapons.
The impression given to the Parthians was that the war artifacts used by the Han people were disposable consumables and could not become standing weapons.
Unexpectedly, the Han army used it again at this time, with greater power than last time, and the Macedonians were the first to bear the brunt!
Bhutto's hands and feet were shaking.
The Parthian soldiers, generals and Avti standing on the top of the city were all equally horrified.
On the battlefield, Lore...is he still alive?
Boom, boom, boom!
The Han army beat the war drums, and after suppressing intensive firepower, the Han army's cavalry began to charge into the formation.
Zhang Cigong, King Hunxie, Zhao Ponu, and Chen Qing each led an army of soldiers and horses, like four sharp arrows, towards the battlefield.
Huo Qubing chose a high ground and, accompanied by Bai Nanyu and the old prime minister, watched the battle unfold.
Luo Er's voice was hoarse on the smoke-filled battlefield: "Quickly, retreat into the city!"
When they were bombed to pieces and suffered a huge psychological impact on each person, they had no fighting power at all.
If they insist on attacking the Han army, the Macedonians will be completely wiped out!
There was only one thought left in Luo Er's mind, which was to withdraw! How many soldiers and horses can be saved?
But the Han army came too quickly, and the autumn wind swept up like fallen leaves.
The large spears and round shields of the Macedonian soldiers would only become a burden if they were not in formation.
The infantry who retreated in panic were overtaken by the Han army, and very few survived.
Only some of the cavalry escaped back into the city in time, and then the city gate was closed tightly to prevent the Han army from taking the opportunity to rush into the city.
The Macedonian infantry left outside the city had to be abandoned.
This fiasco happened so suddenly and fiercely, with almost no process, and the result came as soon as the war started!
It was less than an hour from the time the Han army appeared to the time the Macedonians fled.
Viewed from the top of the city, the Macedonian troops left outside the city had no way to escape and faced the butcher's knife of the Han army.
too fast.
The elite Macedonian warriors were simply wasted, without even a chance for a fair fight.
Although the Macedonians could not win in a hedging formation and fighting on the battlefield, they would never be so fast and have no power to counterattack.
The Han army was unscathed.
This wave is the massacre of Chi Guoguo!
The Han army was killing the Macedonians outside the city. At the top of the city, the generals, priests, and soldiers all felt cold.
"Kaicheng surrenders, Raoer will not die!"
"Kaesong surrenders!"
Zhang Cigong and King Hunxie kept calling for formation at the foot of the city.
The Han troops on both sides were dividing like a tide, encircling the city and heading toward Parthia.
Bhutto did not expect that the way the Han army conquered the city of Appameya would be like this. At this time, the city was not broken, but the people's hearts were broken.
Under such circumstances, who would dare to go out of the city and fight the Han army again? !
Outside the city, the five hundred fire barrels and arrows were erected, indicating that someone was coming out to explode again.
Huo Qubing also left some ammunition, which was enough to suppress the soldiers and horses in Apameia City and prevent them from making any move.
The sunset shines in the evening.
The Han army used five hundred fire barrels and arrows to crush a city of soldiers and horses, and they did not dare to move.
In the afternoon, Bhutto made two attempts, sending troops out of the city to test.
The men and horses sent out for the first time scattered their horses and tried to get close to the Han army. The Han army's cavalry came out to fight and defeated them.
The second time the number of people increased, the Han army once again used fire barrel arrows to blow up the people into mutilated corpses with broken arms.
evening.
In the city of Apameia, there was a gloomy atmosphere.
Now it is no longer a question of whether they dare to fight, but that they are trapped in the city and cannot get out.
When Bhutto came down from the city, his mind was full of thoughts, thinking about ways to break the situation.
The current Apameia is nothing more than a dead city, completely losing its strategic significance.
The Han army, led by that terrible commander, had already circled the city and entered the hinterland of Parthia.
In a practical sense, the city of Apameia had been conquered and turned into an abandoned city, losing its purpose of blocking the Han army.
Bhutto felt a sense of desolation that his country was about to perish.
During this period, Parthia originally had heroic rulers, famous generals, strong armies, and a prosperous national power.
They have all these conditions, but they are on the verge of national subjugation!
Just because they met a stronger Han army!
Bhutto walked back to the mansion with a dejected expression.
He returned to his bedroom and wanted to be alone.
But the moment he returned to the dormitory, he suddenly felt something in his heart, and his expression changed: "Who is it?"
In the darkness of the room, a person walked out slowly, it was Utis.
Bhutto sneered: "You sneaked into the city, were you sent by the Han people? Do you want to persuade me to surrender or assassinate me?"
Wutis said: "You have also seen the military skills of the commander-in-chief of the Han army, Champion Hou. We have no chance of winning!"
"Even if there is no chance of winning, I will live and die with Parthia instead of shamefully surrendering." Bhutto said sternly.
Utis threw a leather scroll to Bhutto: "Take a look."
"What is this?" Bhutto asked in a deep voice.
"The champion's next plan for using troops and his judgment on the current situation."
Butuo's heart moved slightly and he opened the scroll.
It was ghostwritten by Utis, expressing the meaning dictated by Huo Qubing, and written in Parthian script.
After looking at it, Bhutto saw no blood on his face, raised his head and said, "This is impossible."
Utis: "Isn't it possible? We'll find out tonight. I can wait with you. We'll soon know whether the champion's analysis is correct or not."
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