Petro was about to cry, and Eugutaves volunteered to carry the sword and follow Crasus with him. The governor's entourage also wanted to follow him, but Crasus stopped him. "There is no need to come so many people. If the Parthians come immediately and ask you to give up resistance, don't trust them easily. The entire team will be handed over to the civil guardians to command. If the civil guardians refuse to perform their duties, they will be handed over to the centurions and lead them together to break through the mountains."

Then Crassus and two deputy generals led a horse and slowly walked down the hillside. At this time, the sky was as dazzling as fire. Surena and his entourage were all riding on the horses and bowed to Crassus one by one. Surena also greeted the Roman governor fluently in Greek, and asked him if he had slept soundly and steadily the previous night. This was obviously a sarcasm, because the Syrian governor had messy white hair, deep eyes, and blue face. Now he handed all the hanging ornaments and ribbons to the entourage, with only a leather breastplate similar to that of ordinary soldiers on his body, and the blue veins on his arms and legs were protruding, and he looked very unhealthy.

"I already know that this strong general is Eugutaves, and this smart general is Petro. Oh, dear Governor, you must know that I have spent a lot of energy to understand your subordinates in the previous combat power. Now it seems that my slight contribution is worth it." Surena smiled and waved his hand on the horse's back. His servants held barbecue and wine on a copper plate to satisfy their hunger and quench their thirst. At this time, many Parthian cavalry surrounded and trapped everyone firmly in the core position. Crassus narrowed his eyes and looked at Surena, and then looked back at the high slopes dyed by the sunset. He was already five furlongs away from that place. Then he sighed slightly, pushed the wine and food sent by the other party away, closed his eyes, and pondered without saying a word.

"Oh, I have a question. That is, who is the young entourage beside you except the two generals." Surena pointed a little at the person beside Crasso with a horse whip that he didn't know much about, the young man with black hair, carrying a wooden box.

"He is insignificant, not my deputy, nor the chief centurion. He is just an army clerk to confirm the content of the immediate peace talks. I have taken care of his father in career, and he volunteered to follow me as a sheltered man. If you are interested in his name, I can tell you that his name is Gaius Rossius." Crassus replied in a tone that was unwilling to be outdone. "I really don't know that under the current circumstances, you are still very valuable to care for a small clerk."

Surena continued to smile, but his face was a little embarrassed. He thought Crasso would look panicked, but he had to admit that the other party was not a weak prey. He was also a Roman consul. Even though he made many stupid mistakes in tactical matters, even though he was dressed like a down-and-out veteran, his majesty and momentum still existed. Surena's mouth twitched twice, and then shouted angrily, of course not at the Romans, but at his own entourage, "Why are we all right away, while the respectable Roman commander is walking.

OK. What is going on? I want to ask you, Pomaxes!" The name belonged to his groom, and the other party was immediately frightened and immediately asked the others to bring a four-year-old horse with teeth. It was blue-black, shiny hair and gentle eyes. It was obviously a good horse from Medes, with a golden bridle on it. "Please allow me to apologize to you, and plead for you to sit on now, which was given to me by Assaces, but I will give it to you now-riding it, and we will go to the stream over there and sign the peace treaty between the two countries."

Crassus sneered and said, "I have to say, General, you are holding me hostage, and then using me as a bargaining power to force my elite team to put down your weapons and surrender, right?"

"No, no, please don't get me wrong, I just heard that the Romans often forget the peace agreement they signed, so I hope you will be by that stream and let Rossius finish the papers, and then you will stamp the seal with your own hands."

"Then hold me hostage? I'll imprison me in the city of Seleulia?" At this time, Rosseus beside Crasso was shaking all over, looking at Crasso who was calm and seemed very scared.

"Well, maybe it's possible? I think I've explained the reason in the previous sentence." Surena's eyes showed murderous aura and continued to threaten without being soft or hard.

Crassus said no, I had a horse myself, and the scene was already solidified at this time. Eugutaves secretly held the hilt of the sword, and many of Surena's followers also drew out the sword. Then his groom Pomax Seris forced the horse, and then let other grooms pull Crassus to push him into the saddle. Rosscius was on the side and was timid, while Petro was timid and afraid of death, so he jumped onto the horse and explained to Surena in a trembling voice, "I have given up, and everyone should calm down the unreasonable irritability."

But Eugutaves was destined not to give his colleagues this opportunity. He said, "I have said earlier that the consul and the eagle flag are the only two things that cannot be lost. Destiny cannot be avoided, so I will destroy it." After that, he drew his sword and stabbed it straight into the back of a Parthia Maverick. The other Mavericks cried and rushed forward, stabbing the sword into Eugutaves' body from all directions. The brave deputy general twisted his whole body a few times and fell to the ground and died.

"Roscius!" Before Crasus could shout the rest of his words, the groom Pomaxaris jumped over and drew his sword and waved it. Crasus's right arm was cut off in the air, and blood splattered several feet. Then the old man held the bleeding wound and fell down the horse. Pomaxaris took another sword horizontally and cut off his white-haired head.

Petro attempted to escape, but was thrown by a heavily armored cavalry, pierced through behind his back, falling off his horse and dead.

Some of the other servants of Crasus who followed him were killed in chaos in an instant, while others leaned against Rosseus, raised their hands together, expressing their unwillingness to resist and begged for life from the Parthians. The riot ended in those two minutes, and the head of the consul of the Republic was also thrown into the dust within those two minutes.

"Pomax Serris! You bastard, do you know that you used your lowly identity to kill the noble person, you bastard!" Surena cursed and immediately stepped forward, whipped the groom with his head down with a whip. The other party's hair and flesh were beaten to fly around, but he still grabbed Crasso's head and right hand tightly, howling and asking his master to give him the corresponding reward.
Chapter completed!