The fire illuminates the night.

The entire city of Nisa was in a hysterical scream. The killing had spread throughout the city before dark. The defeated Parthian soldiers were still making the final resistance at the streets and alleys. The civilians hid at home and dared not come out. The slaves from the noble family organized to guard the courtyard, and then sent people to lobby for the invading enemies... and then there was no response again.

The houses that were lit up with panic shadows ran across the streets in dense crowds. The galloping horses rushed from behind, slashing down the back of the people who were escaping, and the body rushed into the fire. The knights stopped the horses and looked at the corpse that was ignited. They looked at the narrow alley not far away with their eyes, shouting a few times, and shouted at the nearby Hun cavalry "Go!" and rushed over.

In the crowded alley, the people of Nisa City were crowded. Dozens of Parthian soldiers pinched spears and wooden shields to protect them in front, and put some pottery jars and wooden railings in the middle of the road to form a simple defense. Occasionally, horse hooves galloped across the street, so scared that they didn't dare to exhale. Several women in the crowd covered their mouths and hugged their children with their other hand. In the cold weather, sweat beads penetrated the woven clothes of linen. In front of the terrified sight, the figure riding a horse at the entrance of the alley was showing up with a scimitar, and finally couldn't help screaming and crying.

The Hun cavalry laughed fiercely, inserted the scimitar back into the sheath, picked up the spear hanging on the side of the horse, and pushed it into it with their companions. At first, the thirty Parthian soldiers could still wave their weapons to resist for a while. After a few people died, they turned around and waved their swords to the crowd behind them, throwing the people who had been killed and injured on the ground as a horse resist. The five Huns accelerated their horse speed and slashed the spear wildly. In the crowd, blood splattered. Amid the screams of neighing, the woman was abandoned with the child. The old man was squeezed to the ground and was trampled by countless messy steps. Some people ran a little slow, pushed or pulled down, and then the horse's hooves that were trampled on, and the arms that were not dead were trampled on the ground. The thighs were wailing on the ground.

Huge chaos spread in the city, an old man running out of the alley was sandwiched between the crowd, and his white loose robe was mottled. He looked back and saw that the devils had rushed out, waved their spears and scimitars and massacred towards the people running around, making a creeping laugh.

The old man turned the intersection and turned to the alley on the other side. Fortunately, he did not meet the Selius people who broke the city here. Only a few men ran over to him with the old and young man in his family in horror. Perhaps they wanted to find a shortcut to the direction of the city gate. Before the old man could take a few steps, he heard the man's screams, the woman's shrill wailing, and even the screams of the children.

After only a moment of stopping, he rushed forward and left the dirty alley. He was facing a cavalry with a fur coat and felt hat rushed over here. The old man's mind buzzed, but there was no blade slashing down. The speeding cavalry passed by him.

There was a luxurious aristocratic courtyard there.

Several noble women were torn off their skirts and tied them with their hands and pulled them out. There was still some liquid left on their white bodies, mixed with dust and looked dirty. In the crying voice, an obese aristocratic middle-aged man might be their husband or father, who was also stripped naked, and was dragged behind the war horse with a rope tied around his neck, making a shrill scream of "ah" until he was dragged away.

The old man gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, turned his head, and walked quickly towards the Governor's Mansion. At this time, Nisa City had fallen. When he passed, the mansion was in chaos. The corridors and gardens were full of figures of running figures. The guards snatched valuable gold and silver utensils and jewelry, and even ran away. A man in his thirties stopped them and was pushed and hit the wall, kowtowing and bleeding.

"Mani... bring all the documents and ancient scriptures from the Governor's Mansion to a safe place." The old man went over and helped him up, and gave a few hurried instructions: "The city of Nisa has fallen into turmoil, but these things cannot be destroyed. Find a place to hide it first."

"Teacher, where is Governor Remidals?"

The man named Mani had short brown hair, thin body, and a long goatee. He followed his teacher to the room where books were stored, and carried the shelf one by one in his arms.

The old man dragged a wooden box, took the scroll from Mani's arms and threw it in: "... When the city was broken, the governor was still defending the enemy on the wall..."

While he was talking, a noise sounded outside, and then a large number of horse hooves gathered. Mani stopped and looked at the old man vigilantly. The latter patted his arm: "Continue to pretend, it depends on you as much as you can take away. I'll go out and take a look."

The old man took care of his robe collar and turned around and quickly walked out. The statue of the Parthian Emperor who had originally stood there was pulled down by more than a dozen cavalrymen with ropes. With a bang, several governors who had snatched things in the garden and flowerbed were also killed, with blood glaring. The Selius man who wiped the knife looked at the old man at the door, and did not take action. He turned over and came to the door, and then stood on both sides, pulled out the scimitar and raised it diagonally in the air.

In the distance, a group of soldiers slowly stopped outside the courtyard with torches. The old man came back to his senses from his shock and walked towards him hundreds of figures wearing unique armor from the east.

"Dear General Selius, this is the Governor's Office, and you cannot rob..." The old man hurriedly went up to stop him in ancient Greek. Not far away, a Hun looked over and kicked him to the ground.

In the sight close to the ground, the golden-patterned armored steps walked over with a golden-patterned black background, and then dozens of steps passed by. The iron sheets on the other party's armor could be heard in the buzzing tinnitus, making a slight sound in the shaking.

After that, it took a long time before the old man recovered, stood up with the rock pillar, and was cut open by the Selius soldier guarding the door. His thin and old body was dragged to the garden and piled up with other corpses. The old man opened his eyes wide and looked at the fiery night sky. Warm gas whispered out of the cut throat, screaming, wailing, and cries buzzing in his ears. He felt that he should be dreaming... he should still be in the dream... he would wake up soon, and nothing had happened.

"God, please bless Parthia..."

After a moment, his eyes completely darkened.

………

The Greek-style Governor's Mansion was built with rocks. The smooth floor was walking on it, and only the friction of the armor leaves made a slight sound echoing in the silence.

"Uti told me that this country is very interesting, absorbing many cultures, religions, and various tribal systems. The resting emperor regarded himself as a god, and even the god Di was not ashamed of it."

Gongsun Zhi walked in the quiet corridor with Lu Bu, Li Ke, Pan Feng, Sun Ce, Zhou Yu and other generals. On both sides were Persian murals, the characters' outfits had a strong Greek style, which looked very abrupt, but for those from the Han Dynasty, these were quite novel.

"...Along the way, I realized that these Western countries like to set up statues for themselves, but they won't work in my great man. They were only established for sieges that died due to me. Isn't they incompatible with us?" Gongsun Zhi reached out and touched the man on a mural. The translator next to him was about to introduce who the character above was, but was interrupted by the wolf king's wave: "I'm not interested in knowing who he is, because this country will not have a future..."

He turned his head and Li Ke stepped forward and bowed: "Chief, the mansion has been searched. There are no one else except the family of the coach Parthia. There are quite a few of the mansion's classics, but some of them seem to have been taken away."

"Well, I sent someone to collect it and burn it outside. These things are useless to us. In addition, when the rear camp comes up, I will set up a few statues of Confucius and Mencius here, and let them learn from the Han Dynasty... um... it is the kind that has been castrated."

"yes!"

After Li Ke bowed and took some people down, a group of soldiers came here outside. The noise came for a moment, and there was another heavy step. The giant man without armor exposed his fluffy chest, and bravely carried a strong man and strode towards him. He threw it on the ground casually, bowed: "Lord, the coach of Parthia has arrived."

The man who tied his hands to the ground was quite well-mannered and noble in temperament, but his hair was scattered and his face was covered in blood, and he looked miserable and desolate. He struggled to get up, but was kicked by the soldier next to him and knelt down. He gritted his teeth and glared at the soldiers, his eyes swept around, and finally stopped on the back of the mural looking ahead.

"The Selius people... why did you invade Parthia, slaughter Margiana, and with this city of Nisa, do you know that there has been no war here for decades.... Here is the inheritance of ancient documents and the wisdom of educating people..."

Gongsun Zhi, who looked up at the mural, turned around and walked towards Remidals, who was grinning. He was still saying: "...Pathia has endless land and countless people. It is still time for you to withdraw now or crawl at the feet of our emperor..."

Uti next to him translated these words in fear.

He approached with a cloak, then stopped. After listening to the translator's words, Gongsun Zhi walked around and walked behind the governor, stretched out his palm and stroked it on his head: "In my eyes, the emperor is not as good as a knife."

Remidals was stunned for a moment, and wanted to turn his head to look at the other person. He heard a sound of something coming out of the sheath. His neck twisted to the extreme. His hand stroking it on the top of his head suddenly grabbed his hair, and pain came. The scalp also tensed at this moment. The blade of his eyes was reflected in his light.

A blood arrow sprayed on the next mural, drawing an arc.

Gongsun Zhi held the bloody head and inserted his knife back into the sheath: "Don't bring such long-winded people here in the future, just cut them with one knife. There is also a notice that the three grasslands will only give them one day, and immediately go south to the political capital of the Sabre people the day after tomorrow, and it is also the place where their emperor lives."

"Governor, the temperature here has dropped." Zhou Yu glanced at the headless corpse and said.

"It's because of this that we have a chance."
Chapter completed!