Several of the attendants in front of Paclus were immediately shot to death, and their bodies were almost torn apart, and the prince bowed down very calmly and nimbly, skillfully turned the head of the horse, held the riding spear, and stabbed the two Roman cavalrymen who were galloping under the horse, and then shook out the lasso, captured one of the horses, and ran towards the Tigris River, and on the way he was escorted by a group of cavalry that was not scattered, and this group of cavalry, seeing that the prince was in danger, did not care for their own lives, and faced the legions of Leus and the larks who were rushing in pursuit, launched a suicidal counterattack charge, and after a burst of shots, they all fell off their horses and died like falling leaves.

The soldiers of the Leus legion in the front team, kneeling in place, continued to reload skillfully, while the latter team attacked again, and they were about only one stadia away from the Parthian prince who was parked on the shore!

"What about the cavalry, what about the cavalry!" Even, this group of brass men and spearmen discarded the glory of capturing or killing the enemy prince with their own hands, and anxiously shouted that the cavalry was coming, but the cavalry under Li Bida was scattering and chasing the enemy's defeated army, and they had not gathered it for a while.

And at this moment, the high priest had already boarded the Gaofu that Pacrus was trying to escape with the guards just now, "What a young handsome man, I didn't expect that Heyrod, a waste, would have such a heroic son." Under the flag, Li Bida looked at Pakruz, who was still calm and unchangeable, like a tiger with age and undiminished power, admiring a newborn lion cub.

Then, suddenly, the high priest issued an unbelievable order, "If Pakruz is really fateful, order all the infantry and cavalry not to pursue him any further, and let him wade across the Tigris." Let him go. ”

When flags and bugles sounded. All the soldiers who were pursuing along the riverbank. They could hardly believe their eyes and ears, but the high priest had always forbade it, and if he wanted to be heroic again, he was afraid that his previous achievements would be ruthlessly discarded, so the soldiers formed a tight formation, and watched as Pacrus continued to run along the river bank until he found a place in Asase, and the prince looked back at the high priest in the distance. Then he took the new horse he had captured, and without hesitation jumped into the boiling water, and migrated towards the opposite bank.

Pacruz eventually fled to the other side, and then rode alone into the unfallen city of Seluria, gathered a few companions, found a small boat, and then risked the night to cross the Tigris again, making a detour to catch up with his father.

Half a market day later, six Roman legions from the city of Calle entered undefended Seluria. In the evening of the same day. Lipida's legions also bloodlessly entered the winter capital of Parthia, Ctesiphon.

The city fortresses on both sides of the Tigris River fell almost entirely into the hands of Li Bida. The kingdoms of Nabataean, Petra, and Masagat also sent emissaries asking for surrender.

At the gates of the city where the lion statues stood on either side of Ctesiphon, the high priest dismounted in cheers and said to Galius and others, "We don't need to chase down the poor like Alexander the Great, this is the eastern frontier of the future Rome, just this beautiful winter capital, just wait for the messenger of Herod to sue for peace, he will definitely come to sue for peace." ”

Then, with the high priest in hand and Nicol in high spirits, he walked up the boulevard leading to the palace of Assassis, flanked on either side by soldiers and horses and on horseback, waving their arms and torches and chanting slogans, and in this frenzied triumphant atmosphere, the high priest stepped in front of the royal temple on the side of the palace, where a small deified plaster statue of Hayrod's deified plaster cast stood on a pedestal.

The high priest fanned his cloak, turned back to all the soldiers who had gathered around to listen at the bottom of the steps, and said, "I have washed away the shame and anger of His Excellency Crassus, the former governor of Syria, and avenged all the soldiers who died in the Kalai desert!" ”

"Hooray!" All the soldiers raised their swords and spears in response.

Then the high priest began to cry, and he raised his back and shouted a second sentence, "And this belongs to Julius. The glory of Lord Caesar. ”

The soldiers were silent for a moment, and then Flacus raised his fist and shouted, "Long live Caesar, long live the High Priest!" Then all the soldiers shouted in unison, in response.

"Here, the temple of the evil god that the Parthians have built will be destroyed, and in its place will be the temple of Diana." Li Bida took the torch from his daughter's hand, pointed to the pillars of the temple and continued to say the third sentence with a raised eyebrow, "Ctesiphon will become the front line of the Roman Empire, and it will no longer be the winter capital of Parthian indulgence, and since this is the case, this statue should be done like this!" With that, he put the torch on the pedestal, drew his sword, waved it with both hands, and then, in the mad cheer of the soldiers, he cut off the head of the plaster statue of Herod, and the "head" tumbled down the steps in the firelight, and was soon crushed by the feet of the soldiers who were fighting for it.

The glorious exploits of the High Priest, culminated in the fall of Ctesiphon, will be the supreme king of Rome, from this sea to that ocean, no one dares to question it.

However, the performance of "killing Hyrod" in front of the temple was only a performance for the soldiers, and privately, in the palace on the artificial lake of the Ctesiphon Palace, which could be rafted, Li Bida rewarded all the captured Hyrod harem to his subordinates, and then received the secret envoy sent by the other party, just as he had calculated before.

"My second-line army in Minor Asia hasn't moved yet, and they're still eager to get into Nissa City." In the face of the envoys, the high priest just said this sentence.

In the end, in order to preserve the throne, Hyrod agreed to the humiliating conditions - all the lands and cities on both sides of the Tigris River were ceded to Li Bida, and Li Bida also supported Mindaz in the city of Chino Doxia and became the king of the "Parthian Kingdom", and wanted to be recognized by Hyrod's credentials (this was a huge joke made by Li Bida to Hyrod); the Parthian Empire, divided into twenty years, with an annual indemnity of two hundred and fifty Talantes to the Romans; Parthia renounced diplomatic contacts with Egypt, Judea, and Armenia; Hyold surrendered his concubine's youngest daughter to Matthias, a servant of Lypida, as a sign of submission, and finally about 5,000 Roman prisoners of the Battle of Calais who were still alive were returned within a month.

"The lion and the sheep negotiate terms, always pleasantly and freely." This was Lypida's final and arrogant evaluation of the peace talks, and it was also written in Akuta, handed over to the Senate, the Executive Yuan, and the People's Council, and read in front of all the Romans.

However, I really don't know if this sentence is his feeling for the Parthians or for the Romans?

No one can say clearly, and no one dares to say clearly. (To be continued......)