In the bloody setting sun, Parthian cavalry stabbed the head of the little Crasus with spears, and came to the Roman formation that was still fearful, shaking the spear, and laughed loudly at Crasus who was staring at this scene. The Greek commander shouted, "Please all of you are good, come and claim this head. He is a noble young warrior, unlike you, who fights for the last breath and is unwilling to abandon his friends."

Immediately, many centurions and civilian guards of the Roman army recognized that they were the head of the son of the governor. The whole army suddenly burst into mourning, and Crassus' eyes were about to burst out from his eyes. The moments and past events were like nightmare, was it that the virgin of the Kitchen Temple deceived him? It was not Li Xilia who told him personally that he would achieve great victory in the expedition, and from then on, he would rise to a great king in the East Syria, and this opportunity would be when his son arrived in Syria this year, and the meeting with his father would be the basis! But now the old man saw his son's head that was bleeding and stopped breathing!

Crasus' heart was cramped, and the crying and anger of soldiers around him were still rising and falling. The Parthian commander was still chattering proudly. In fact, he had learned the identity of the little Crasus from the captives, but Surena said that it was to use this demonstration to crack down on the remaining main force that provoked the Romans. "From others' mouths, we know that this seems to be the son of the governor of the army, but General Surena still expressed doubts. He said that a warrior would have such a cowardly father. If the Governor was eager to take revenge, our great general Surena will be with him at any time."

At this time, a row of heavy arrows shot out from the Roman phalanx, with Crassus' roar, the leading Parthian cavalry were immediately killed, but the commander holding a spear was much more agile, and turned around and ran away with his son's head.

The arrow was ordered by Kasio, and he was unwilling to ask Krena to swagger his subordinates' fighting spirit, and then watched the sunset sink quickly. He and Eugutaves found the lost son, Crasus, who was careless, stroked the old man's back, cheered him up and said, "Now is not a time to be discouraged, because of hatred, the tens of thousands of Republic citizens here are your sons. They long to arrive in Kale alive and then avenge the little Crasus."

"Yes, yes." Crassus gradually woke up from the frenzy. This was a complete scam. He calmed down. He grabbed Kassio's cloak corner and whispered, "Where is the damn liar, the Akbarus man in the desert?" The two opposite him looked at each other, and then Kassio said that after the war began, he slipped away quietly. He gathered many Arab nobles and joined Surena's side. He killed a lot of us.

Crasso clenched his fists and bowed his back, like a manic and bloodthirsty old tiger, shouting, "I swore in front of the goddess of vengeance that I would cut off Surena and Akbarus's head to repay blood with blood. "But we have to go out first, Kasio, Ogutaves, my friend, everything depends on."

"We must break through the night and go to Kale City to defend - and then wait for Libidaus' reinforcements." Eugutaves said.

At this moment, seeing a hint of hesitation flashing on his face, Kasio said in a very cold but determined tone, "Yes, that's right, we'll set out tonight to discard the bulky baggage and the seriously injured soldiers."

It is simply terrible to abandon the wounded. Crassus' head is even more chaotic than the head of his son just now. If this happens, it will be even more terrible than the annihilation of the entire army. He, Marcus Lisini, Crassus, will be infamous in the history of the descendants of the Republic, but the two generals openly confessed: either abandon the wounded and set off lightly, or everyone will die here. They also asked Crassus to give a speech to the entire army before setting off at night to boost everyone's morale.

So when the night fell, the Roman legion, who was still standing in the position of fighting, did not dare to set up a tent, dig trenches (digging here is a waste of effort), and did not dare to ignite a bonfire, because the flames would guide the targets of the Parthians' bows and arrows. All the soldiers were just standing quietly, holding weapons, waiting, waiting to tell from the mouth of the Governor's own words how harsh the fate of the entire army was about to face.

Fortunately, even though he suffered such a severe blow in the daytime, although the five legions under Crasso were incomplete and eight brigades were annihilated, the basic order was still maintained. The soldiers were still willing to obey the instructions of their superiors, and there was no private escape or killing each other, and their morale had not yet collapsed.

Even though he had great resentment towards the Governor before, at this moment, everyone still longed to see him. He heard him say a few exciting words for nothing else, just because he was the leader.

Finally, surrounded by the Zors, Crasso stood up with a black coarse cloak with bloodshot eyes. Kasio ignited a few pine trees beside him, so that the soldiers could see his position more easily. Hearing his voice, when the soldiers first saw that the governor was actually wearing mourning clothes, many people began to complain, but more people expressed sympathy and indignation for the cruel Parthians. Crasso calmed down his emotions and answered

He spoke in a hoarse voice, "Everyone, today I have lost my son. He grew up by the stove in my house. But this is nothing. There are six thousand citizens or soldiers of allies who have lost their precious life with him. Instead of sympathizing with me for the grief of losing my son, it is better to inspire hatred for the enemy and to repay the blood debt. We must stand out and avenge the enemy, and for this we must

It is necessary to have the determination to sacrifice - the Republic once lost a thousand ships in the waters of Sicily, and also lost 80,000 soldiers and nearly a thousand outstanding centurions in a day in the Punic War. But the Republic still has reached its peak. Is it because of luck? No, it depends on the perseverance under unfavorable luck. Don't worry, as long as most of our main forces can rush to Carre
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