In the early morning of late June, the sun was rising.
"Your Majesty, the Han army was attacking all over our territory in Parthia. I took advantage of the fact that they were attacking and the besieging city was short of manpower, and broke out from the city of Apameia."
Bhutto's eyes were scarlet, and he knelt down in front of the throne. He couldn't help but feel sad in his heart:
"In this breakout, we lost more than 24,000 troops and horses."
On the throne sat Mithridates, the king of the country.
He was in his prime, but during this period, his age was visible to the naked eye, frost-white hair appeared on his temples, and fine lines were obvious at the corners of his eyes.
Only his eyes were still majestic, he was wearing a pure white royal robe and holding a scepter in his hand.
"How many troops did you bring back?"
Mithridates II looked down at Bhutto whose clothes were stained with blood.
What surprised Bhutto was that there was an illusory and vague figure sitting on the inner wing of the palace. His aura was so strong that even Bhutto was frightened by it.
When he came in, the other party was there.
"I gathered various tribes along the road and brought back more than 20,000 tribesmen. In addition to the soldiers and horses left behind in Ctesiphon, I, Parthia, can be called the elite at present, with more than 50,000 troops." Buto said sadly.
Two years ago, the number of Parthian soldiers and horses was as high as 300,000, and the number of elites was 200,000. It was so powerful.
"I decided to shrink the defense line and stick to Ctesiphon. What do you think?" Mithridates II said.
"Abandoning the outer perimeter, protecting the royal capital with all your strength, and fighting the enemy to the death is the right decision under the current circumstances. Your Majesty is wise and wise, as always!"
Butuo Surong added: "I have been studying the tactics of the Han army.
They took the advantages of light cavalry to the extreme and were good at running, surprise and ranger tactics. "
“Our Parthian armored army was invincible when charging into battle, but we had many battles with the Han army in the plains, and were repeatedly defeated by their use of the flexibility and tactics of their light cavalry.
His Majesty personally ordered to shrink the defense line, obviously seeing the characteristics of the Han army. If we continue to fight with them on horseback, we will still lose. "
"The city of Taixi has a high wall and thick walls, and there are two acropolis around it, supporting each other. If the Han army comes, our army can hold on, which can effectively curb their light cavalry advantage.
And with Your Majesty here, if all the troops die, we will be able to resist the Han army. "
Mithridates II nodded slightly: "When we first fought against the Han army, we thought that the armored cavalry was invincible, but when we met the Han army, we suffered defeats. It was not until the white stone dam burst that we truly We took it seriously, but it was too late.”
"After that, the two commanders-in-chief of the Han army seized on our weakness of lack of food and attacked our food supplies many times, each time hitting our most lethal position."
“If we were on the defensive after the Baitongshi burst and waited for a year before fighting again, we might not be in the situation we are facing.
I, Parthia...should not be in a hurry to start another war..."
Mithridates seemed to have some regret, took a deep breath, cheered up and said:
"Last night the Han army intervened in Seliu, and Rumli's tribe was lured into Siati City and trapped. If we lose this battle again, the fate of the country will be ruined.
If we can win, the Han army will be defeated, we will take advantage of the situation to take back the country, and there will still be a chance to recover. "
Bhutto bowed and said: "On my way back, the Han army pursued me along the way and fought many times.
The minister judged that the Han army would arrive in an instant. "
"The commander-in-chief of the Han army is also on his way."
Mithridates II said coldly: "I am ready for this battle, and he will definitely die here."
Bhutto glanced at the shadowy figure on the flank, thinking that this person might be part of His Majesty's arrangement.
This man followed and listened to the conversation between the monarch and his ministers, but never said a word.
"What do you think of the coming battle?" Mithridates asked again.
"If we follow the regular order of siege, the opponent will attack the acropolis first, and then our main city of Ctesiphon."
Bhutto said: "But the Han commander never used troops according to common sense. When he used troops, he could sometimes jump out of the battle situation and implement tactics that affected the entire outcome from another level.
He has no fixed method for using troops and no rules to follow. I can't see how he will arrange it. "
He added: "But at this moment, the Romans are launching an offensive against Seleucid and Macedonia. He wants to compete with Rome for time and wants to break Ctesiphon as soon as possible. It seems that the only way is to attack directly.
If we compete with him in a head-on siege battle, I think he will never be able to break the city in a short time. "
"Well, let's wait for him to come..." Mithridates also glanced at the hazy man sitting beside him.
The other party seemed to be laughing and made an erratic voice: "He is already here. This time, we will decide the outcome with him."
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a loud noise!
Half of Ctesiphon was shaking.
Recently, Ctesiphon has already entered a state of martial law and only opened the gates on its flanks to prevent Han troops from raiding.
After the loud noise just now, there were sounds one after another.
Boom—boom!
It was the Han army that used military strategies to march in concealment and quietly approached Ctesiphon, and then suddenly launched an offensive to attack the city gate.
A voice resounded throughout the city: "The Great Sima of the Han Army is under the command of Lieutenant Zhang Cigong of the Northern Army to lead his army to attack. Who dares to fight me?!"
"Who dares to fight with our army?"
"Who dares to fight with our army?"
A shout that shook the city came from outside the city, and the army roared.
"The Great Sima of the Han Army, Hunxie Ji, the little king of the Western Huns, came to attack the city!" This was the voice of King Hunxie.
"Da Sima, General Ying Yang, Zhao Ponu, who will fight with me?"
"..."
There were thunderous shouts outside the city, one after another.
It was Huo Qubing's generals who led the troops to kill him.
In the city, it was quiet for a moment.
In the palace, Mithridates stood up slowly: "Sure enough, he bypassed the Acropolis and came directly to attack Ctesiphon!" After saying this, he walked out of the palace.
Bhutto stood up and followed.
The illusive figure disappeared silently.
Both Mithridates and Buto had extremely high spiritual attainments, and in an instant they came to the towering city wall of Ctesiphon.
There were Han troops appearing outside the city walls on all sides, including the Xiongnu soldiers and horses led by King Hunxie, and the various forbidden troops led by Zhang Cigong, Zhao Ponu, Chen Qing and others.
There was no one outside the city gate on the south side, and it was unusually quiet.
But Mithridates appeared at the head of the city on the south side.
And at the moment he appeared, there was a Han army outside the city, as if separated from the void. The whole army consisted of nearly two thousand people, with an average of three horses per person. They were silent and unified.
There are less than two thousand troops, but the sharpness is as strong as that of thousands of troops.
Huo Qubing was on horseback, his shirt fluttering, and he raised his head and looked diagonally upward.
He and Mithridates had fought several times, both covertly and covertly, but this was their first official meeting.
The top of the city and the outside of the city looked at each other from afar.
Huo Qubing raised his voice and said, "King Mithridates, are you willing to surrender?"
"I am the Lord of Parthia. The victory is not decided at this moment. Why should I surrender?"
Mithridates stood at the top of the city, holding a scepter and speaking in a low voice.
"If you surrender, you will not die. You will become a vassal state of our Han and maintain your autonomy. All you need to pay is that the domestic standing troops must not exceed 50,000, and our Han troops must be stationed at the border all year round. How about these two conditions?" Huo Qubing So restful.
"If I surrender, do you dare to use me to continue to be the leader of the country?" Mithridates said with no hint of joy or anger.
Huo Qubing smiled and said, "Why don't you dare?
You, Parthia, were at the height of their power and were defeated by our army. Now you have troops outside the city. With me here, who dares to rebel? "
"I've heard that you are arrogant by nature, and it's true!" Mithridates said.
Huo Qubing chuckled: "Is that arrogant bitch of mine also in the city? Tell him to get out and let me take a look."
Mithridates: "If I win this battle, I will kill all the Han people. If I lose, I will die with my country!"
Bhutto knelt down beside him and swore: "I am willing to die with your Majesty and live with the country!"
The defenders at the top of the city also knelt down and shouted: "Survive with the country, die with your majesty!"
Mithridates stood at the top of the independent city and said: "Marquis Champion, come on, let's see whether you die or I die!"
"Then there's nothing more to say."
Huo Qubing said: "The whole army, retreat thirty miles to camp. After resting, come and destroy the city and the country!"
Zhang Cigong and others were secretly stunned. Huo Qubing always used his troops quickly and violently, and his offensive was like a violent storm.
Why is it so unusual this time?
Although they were surprised that Huo Qubing was different from the past, the whole army was ordered to stop it. The Han troops at the four city gates retreated like an ebb tide. According to the order, they retreated thirty miles to set up camp.
At noon, generals from all sides gathered at the Chinese army camp to see Huo Qubing.
"Da Sima, why did you withdraw your troops this time instead of attacking the city directly?" Zhang Cigong asked in confusion.
"Not long ago, Mithridates II was almost attacked to death. After that, he tried his best to contact all parties and made many arrangements... The enemy and we have many arrangements for this battle. Please wait a moment You will know later.”
"Set up camp tonight. If something unexpected happens, you can immediately raise troops to attack the city. I will create the most suitable opportunity for you."
Huo Qubing gave a series of instructions in the camp, and the generals immediately followed the orders and left.
After everyone left, Huo Qubing calmly deduced the outcome of the battle between the enemy and ourselves and his own arrangements, being more cautious than before in battles.
Half an hour later, he took out two ancient scrolls and held them in his hands for inspection.
One of them is the Egyptian code of death obtained by Soma Samadhi's recent infiltration into Macedonia, and the other is the epic of the gods.
Huo Qubing will approach the epic of the gods with the death code of the jackal-headed statue.
Wonderful changes occurred.
All the words on the Death Code were absorbed into the epic of the gods, and the words trickled like a stream and were transferred to the epic of the gods.
"It is indeed the case. The Egyptian Book of the Dead is the epic of the gods, one of the three lost chapters that Perseus said. However, it has been incorporated into the Egyptian understanding and made some changes."
As mentioned before, the Egyptian Pharaoh Ptolemy was once a general under Alexander.
Egypt was once occupied and controlled by Alexander, and the two have many connections.
Egypt is located in the southeastern corner of the Mediterranean Sea.
Historically, Egypt has been regarded as a colony-like existence by Mediterranean powers, such as Macedonia during the time of Alexander and later powerful Rome.
At this time, the contents of the Book of the Dead were stripped away and merged into the epic of the gods.
Writing appeared on one of the three missing chapters.
The hidden content of the thirteenth chapter also contains an additional sentence: "Killing gods requires weapons!"
It sounds like a useless or incomplete sentence.
Huo Qubing thought to himself that this sentence refers to some kind of special weapon or method... In these countries in the West, compared to me, the Han Dynasty, the historical trajectories have obviously deviated more, and the traces of gods and demons are also more obvious.
Here, the miracles created by 'gods' seem to have disappeared and never appeared again until the past hundred years.
These 'gods' that Westerners believe in give Huo Qubing an indescribable sense of weirdness...
While he was thinking about it, Bai Nanyu walked in from the outside. She was wearing a cold moon-colored Han skirt. She had a slim figure and carried a copper pot with hot water inside.
She took out a marching cup made of bamboo tubes and squatted down in front of Huo Qubing to pour water. Viewed from above, the tall and straight peaks stood out.
"I...want to sleep with Mr. Hou tonight?" The voice was charming, and there was a slight blush on the face of the country and the people.
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Huo Qubing thought for a while: "Are you worried about the upcoming battle?"
Bai Nanyu hummed: "After getting closer to Tai Xifeng, my uneasiness became more and more intense. I...wanted to get closer to Mr. Marquis."
Huo Qubing smiled: "Are you reminding me that in the upcoming battle, some remnants of the Zonghengdao will participate in the battle?"
Bai Nanyu said: "It is impossible for the Lord of Parthia to deal with the Marquis himself, so he can only seek help from outside forces."
Huo Qubing: "You can't stay tonight. If something unexpected happens, don't come and join in the fun. I have preparations and arrangements for the outcome of the battle."
Bai Nanyu hesitated to speak, hesitated for a moment before standing up and saluting: "Master Marquis, remember to be careful." She walked away smoothly.
The night is deep and the stars are twinkling.
In the Han army's camp, soldiers and horses were on guard and the atmosphere was strict.
Huo Qubing sat cross-legged in the military camp, practicing his energy and energy. In the middle of the night, he opened his eyes and disappeared from the camp.
At the head of the city of Ctesiphon, Mithridates II appeared at the same time, and... that illusory figure, standing across the half-saint!
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