The Three Kingdoms

Zhuge Liang sighed and scratched his head a little. He is not a god, and his idea did not come just as he said it. If he wants to push back the Parthian army without abolishing his troops and horses, it is easy to talk about it: "Now we are short of troops, we are scared It’s hard to get them to retreat without a fight!”

"It's better to rebuild the line of defense first!"

Tai Shi said kindly: "The most important thing is to defend our territory now!"

"Ok!"

Zhang He nodded in agreement.

……

Compared with the victory on the east bank, the Roman military camp on the west bank was a mess and tragic.

The casualties in this battle were the largest since their expedition.

The Crusaders were nearly crippled.

The First Legion was completely wiped out, the Second Legion was seriously injured, and half of the Third Legion was also killed.

The Jagged Legion also suffered a lot of damage.

The 30 army is less than 20, and the blood on the rivers of Sicily is the blood of Roman warriors.

Caracalla, with disheveled hair, completely lost the demeanor of a young knight. Like a defeated rooster, while gnashing his teeth, he issued a military order: "Withdraw troops, withdraw troops to Cecilia City!"

"His Royal Highness..." Dio stood up unwillingly with his injuries, the veins on his face were bumpy: "We can't retreat!"

"General Dio, if we don't withdraw our troops, our entire army will be wiped out!"

Macrinus said coldly: "We have lost our tents, our food, our morale, and our wounded soldiers. If the Easterners come here at this time, you or I will block them!"

Dio clenched his fists, his eyes were red, unable to speak.

"Withdraw troops, since we have lost, we must admit defeat. Now we are in danger, and we must quickly withdraw our troops and leave the Sicily River. I don't want to let the Roman warriors be wiped out here because of our unwillingness!"

Although Caracalla's reckless advances led to the defeat of the battle, he was the most outstanding young knight of the Roman Empire after all. He had some courage in his bones as an heir to the Roman Empire and could bear failure.

"Yes!"

Dio and Macrinus looked at Caracalla with softer eyes, and nodded respectfully.

Only generals can win.

The hero is the one who can afford to lose.

Although the defeat in this battle hurt the vitality of the two major legions, they did not blame Caracalla. Caracalla was so calm after the defeat that she could be the heir to the empire.

"Warriors of Rome, I, Caracalla, am sorry for you!"

Caracalla glanced at all the soldiers, gritted her teeth, and strode up to a high platform. Before the soldiers of all armies, she raised the knight's sword in her hand, and said reverently to the sky: "I, Caracalla, swear by God, today's defeat will be a victory for you." Repay it with blood, wait for my Roman Empire to destroy the homeland of the Orientals, without sealing the sword for a month, kill all the Orientals, slaughter tens of thousands, and sacrifice the spirit of my Roman warrior!"

"Slaughter thousands and thousands, sacrifice to the spirit of my Roman warrior!"

"Slaughter thousands and thousands, sacrifice to the spirit of my Roman warrior!"

The low morale rebounded extremely at this moment, and the eyes of the surviving Roman soldiers were condensed with the light of beasts.

In the empire that has dominated the West for hundreds of years, the bravery of knights is deeply rooted in the bone marrow.

They don't allow failure.

……

"What are they talking about?"

On the east side of the river bank, Tai Shici could not help but look deeply when he heard the deafening sound of the Romans in unison.

He couldn't understand, but as a general, he could feel the unity of the army.

Just lost, morale should be very low.

Can unite the army so quickly.

The means of the Romans are good!

"Commander, what they said probably meant that thousands of Easterners were slaughtered to pay homage to the souls of Roman warriors in heaven!" An interpreter translated this sentence in a low voice.

"Humph!"

"Ridiculous!"

"I really should kill them all!"

When the generals heard the words, their faces turned cold and they snorted one after another.

"Commander, why don't I lead the army to kill for a while, so that they can't retreat!" Yan Xing begged for orders coldly, and said.

"Yes, kill them for a while!"

"I saw how they withdrew from the Sicily!"

All the generals looked boiling and drank loudly.

"Forget it, their main general is boosting morale, and it probably played a lot!"

Tai Shici calmed down, thought for a while, and shook his head: "Although we have won a complete victory, the soldiers are already very tired, and it is not suitable to fight any more. Let them withdraw!"

"Yes!"

Although the generals were not reconciled, they could clearly distinguish which is more important.

"You don't need to do this, generals. The battle between us and the Roman Empire has just begun here on the Sicily River, and we still have to fight in the future!"

Zhuge Liang smiled, and said flatly: "There are opportunities to wipe them all out!"

When Wu's army came to the west, one side must fall in this battle.

Not the fall of the Roman Empire.

It was the collapse of the Great Wu Dynasty.

Now their collision is just a confrontation between a small number of troops. The real main force has not yet fought. When the main force of the Wu army comes to the west and the main force of the Roman army marches east, this is a life-and-death battle between the Great Wu Dynasty and the Roman Empire. (To be continued.)

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The first year of Tianquan, the end of the year.

Jinling City.