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    In the quagmire between two high mud walls, more than a dozen Persian soldiers fell into the muddy water, gasping for breath. Only a dozen of them were left in the phalanx of 500 people, and the rest were killed in battle.  It is to get separated in the dark night. In this dark and fiery night, being separated from a large army is almost synonymous with death in battle.

    "Can we survive?" A Persian soldier buried his head in the muddy water. The cold muddy water made his hot forehead feel better, but he buried his head in the muddy water not because of fever, but because of despair.  Getting separated from the main force means death in battle, so what if there are only a dozen people left in the main force?  Is this still called a large force?  Does this also mean death in action?  Just thinking about it for a while will instantly wake up the drowsy head and make the whole body feel cold.

    The panting sounds around suddenly stopped, the air gradually froze, and the sound of fighting in the distance became more clearly audible.

    After a long time, someone finally whispered: "Yes, I can." But no one around believed it.  With an army of 150,000 people fighting until now, how many people are still alive?  Looking at one's own phalanx gives one a cold estimate.

    "Those damned barbaric Turks" A certain soldier cursed, but paused, and changed his words, "Da Viet people, they are so good at fighting!"

    Barbaric Turks who don't even have cities and only know how to raise horses and cattle and sheep are not worthy of respect, but the Dayue people who can use 10,000 to 20,000 people to fight against hundreds of thousands of troops make all the Persians tremble.

    "Da Viet's main force is coming soon" A certain Persian soldier said in a hoarse voice, and the surrounding soldiers became more silent and desperate. They are all veterans who have experienced battles and know very well what the occupation is all about.  When the attacker occupied a certain new territory, of course, he recruited all the men in the territory to use as cannon fodder to continue the attack. It also consumed the new enemy's strength and eliminated the hidden dangers of the occupied territory. It killed two birds with one stone.  So, who are the current soldiers in the Western Turkic Grasslands occupied by the Dai Viet people?  Of course, it is the Turkic cannon fodder who lacks weapons and organizations!

    Think about being beaten by the cannon fodder of Dayue, and the whole army is about to be wiped out. What will happen if you meet the real main force of Dayue?  I dare not say whether the main force of Dai Viet is ten times stronger than the cannon fodder Turks, but it is inevitable that it is three or four times stronger. It must only need one hand to beat the Persians.

    In the silence, there was a persistent sound of dripping water, and it was not known whose body was covered with muddy water or bloody water.  Everyone looked around cautiously. Whether this place was a certain corner of the battlefield or a certain center of the battlefield, no one knew in the melee.

    An astonishing cry broke out somewhere in the distance, and a dozen Persian soldiers panicked and lay down in the muddy water to pretend to be corpses. They relied on this trick to survive until now.  For a long time, there was no movement around.

    "That's the call of the people of Dai Viet." A certain Persian soldier turned pale, and the call was not in the language of the Persians.  Everyone looked at the direction in the distance desolately, only to see a lot of figures stumbling towards that side, and it was hard to tell whether those people were Persians or Dayue people in the dim light.

    "If you want to survive, follow me!" A certain Persian soldier whispered, and without hesitation, he stooped into the darkness in the opposite direction.  The rest of the Persian soldiers followed without hesitation.  Going to crowded places is the stupidest thing to do. If you want to survive, you should avoid crowded places.

    In the darkness more than a dozen feet away that the group of Persian soldiers did not notice, a Persian soldier was lying on his back in the mud, motionless.  As a Persian warrior, he despises all timid soldiers, whether they are his own or enemies.  How can a person who dare not fight or fight be worthy of being a man?  coward!  That's a coward!  He has always scolded all the cowards he saw so contemptuously.  For Persia, for the gods, for glory, Persian men should die in battle, either with the dagger in their hands piercing the enemy's chest, or being pierced into their own chest by the enemy's dagger.  Killed by the last arrow in the last battle, that's what a warrior deserves!

    All the cowards who were scolded by him bowed their heads and let him scold and even beat them, because cowardice is the evil despised by everyone, and there is no room for excuse.  Because of this, he always felt that he was a brave and noble person. For Persia, for the gods, and for Khusrau II, he could dedicate his life!

    until today.

    Ah, the Persian warriors of the three phalanxes!  He dared to say that everyone was a warrior during the attack, and everyone tried their best, but they were still completely killed by the Da Viet people.  He saw with his own eyes that a certain burly Persian warrior was thrown into his arms by a short old Da Viet, and his throat was bitten.

    Bite the throat!

    He trembled, feared, and cowardly!  The old man Da Yue's blood-stained lips and crazy eyes kept shaking in front of his eyes, he turned and fled, leaving behind the remaining hundred soldiers in the three phalanxes and fled.

    thisThe Yue soldiers looked at the sky and drove Artabazos off the high platform.

    "Do it." Hu Xueting sat on a chair and ordered coldly.

    Amidst the screams, King Kuslao II was killed.

    Artabazos' face was pale, and he didn't dare to look at Hu Xueting. Didn't he mean to take several cities as ransom?  Why did you kill King Kuslao II.

    "The hands of King Kuslao II are stained with the blood of my people, he must die. They must die too." Hu Xueting pointed at the 20,000 Persian prisoners of war.

    "After the Jingguan of the dead is built, it's their turn to have their own Jingguan." Hu Xueting smiled.

    "On your hands, there is also the blood of my people."

    Artabazos was trembling all over, trying to squeeze out a smile: "Your Majesty the Great Emperor, I am your most loyal servant."

    "Whether you are buried in the soil or standing here, there is only one chance." Hu Xueting said.

    Artabazos nodded vigorously, he understood.

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