The Three Kingdoms

"Western Region, Western Region!"

Gu Yong murmured: "One dynasty and two systems, the Central Plains is a centralized system, and the lands to the west of the Western Regions, Your Majesty will adopt the system of enfeoffing feudal vassals. This is beyond doubt!"

"It seems that we want to bow our heads to the military plane!" Zhu Zhi said: "If the princes of our cabinet want to be crowned kings, they must let them lay down the territory of the Western Regions for us to be crowned kings!"

"Your Majesty's move is ruthless!"

The old Kuai Liang was about to resign, but he was a little bit reluctant when it suddenly happened. He also wanted a fief, even if it wasn't the fief of the king, it would allow his Kuai clan to stand for hundreds of years.To be continued.

[Text 390 Chapter [-] Pan Feng's Unwillingness]

Babylon city.

outside the city.

On the southeast plain, an ambush has just ended, and the smoke left by the gunfire is still permeating the plain. There are corpses scattered everywhere on the plain. There are at least tens of thousands of corpses piled up here, like the sun His blood has stained the entire plain red.

From the battlefield alone, it is enough to explain the cruelty and tragedy of this battle.

"Boys, let me take a closer look, check all the places, don't miss anything, you must see if there are any Romans alive!"

"If you survive, take them to the medical camp. Don't give them a knife. The Romans are also human, and we need a lot of labor now!"

"Be careful, there should be some Romans lying in the pile of corpses. These people are very insidious. Don't let them be dragged away when they are dying. Be careful when checking!"

"Medical camp, there is a survivor here, come quickly!"

"Made, bearded Roman, please be honest, don't think that if you hide in the pile of corpses, I won't be able to find you. Put down your weapon, or I will give you a knife!"

"Don't babble, I don't understand your Roman language, raise your hand, throw away your weapon, or I will kill you immediately!"

The soldiers of the Wu army were cleaning up the battlefield, and many soldiers found survivors in the pile of corpses.

The battle went well.

Ever since Armenia's record was handed down, Pan Feng couldn't stand it any longer. In this battle, he personally used it as a bait to lead his troops to face the Augustus Legion of the Roman Army. Centurion of Augustus' Legion.

After a fierce fight, Pan Feng's army was somewhat lost and retreated immediately.

Although William, the leader of the Augustus Legion, had always been cautious, Pan Feng, the leader of the Wu Army, had his mouth full of meat. Naturally, he was unwilling to let it go. He personally led his troops to pursue them, and the main force entered the plain.

Naturally, they encountered the joint bombardment of nearly a hundred cannons arranged by Wu Jun first, and immediately suffered heavy casualties.

However, because they had been bombarded once before, William had a lot of experience. When they were bombarded, he didn't want to fight at all.

In this battle, the Wu army made a big growth. Although tens of thousands of Roman troops were left behind, in fact, they only hurt the vitality of the Augustus Legion, and could not wipe out the first warrior legion of the Roman Empire in one fell swoop.

And Pan Feng was also injured by falling from his horse because he was bombarded by his own artillery fire, and the injury was not serious.

In the wounded barracks, in a camp tent.

Zhuge Liang sat in front of the bed, looked at the military doctor bandaging Pan Feng, and there was a touch of shame on his elegant face: "Commander-in-chief, I will never believe what you say in the future, even if I can believe a word, the war Before, you and I promised many times, you said, once you enter the battlefield, you will withdraw immediately, but the guns are fired, and you are still entangled with them, you know, this time you almost went to see the King of Hades!"

In this battle, Pan Feng almost died under his own bombardment. Zhuge Liang thought it was because of his lack of planning and blamed himself a little, but more because he thought that Pan Feng's combative character ruined the whole battle situation.

"Hahaha!"

Although Pan Feng was almost wrapped up like a mummy, he was lying on the bed in good spirits. He couldn't help laughing when he heard Zhuge Liang's words, and said, "Kong Ming, you can't blame me, this Roman barbarian is too shrewd. If you don't put yourself in danger and get entangled with them, it is impossible for them to enter the game, and I am forced to do so!"

"Commander-in-Chief, I'd rather let them run away than put you in danger yourself!"

Zhuge Liang looked serious, and said: "You are the spiritual pillar of hundreds of thousands of soldiers in our first war zone in the west. This partial battle is very important to us, but it cannot be compared with your life at all. At this juncture, you If something happens, the entire Western First War Zone will be completely collapsed, do you understand!"

"All right!"

Pan Feng heard the words, and quickly reviewed: "I was wrong, I will definitely be more cautious next time, and never put myself in danger!"

Zhuge Liang is actually right. He is the commander-in-chief of a war zone. No matter whether he is the most capable or not, he is the only commander-in-chief who can control all the troops in his position. Even Zhuge Liang's entire chief of staff cannot replace him. command the overall situation.

This is not the same as ability, but a matter of dignity in the military.

The army has always been a place with distinct classes.

The so-called class distinction does not refer to the noble and humble classes, but a class between the superior and the inferior. Obeying military orders is the bounden duty of a soldier. Military orders may be issued from superiors to subordinates, but they will not be passed from subordinates to superiors.

Once his entire commander-in-chief is in any danger, it will affect the morale of the army in the entire theater. Once the morale of the army is shaken a little bit, the three legions and hundreds of thousands of elite soldiers will be on the verge of life and death.

In this battle, he was indeed a little impulsive.

"Commander-in-Chief, let me report on our losses and achievements in this battle!" Zhuge Liang's tense face relaxed after hearing this. He just wanted Pan Feng's attitude, and it was enough for him to have this attitude .

"Say!"

When Pan Feng heard this, a pair of long and narrow phoenix eyes brightened up.

"In this battle, we wiped out a total of 830 Roman soldiers and captured [-] Roman soldiers, most of whom were seriously injured and captured. From this point, the fighting spirit of the Roman soldiers is very tenacious! "

Zhuge Liang spread out the results of the battle in his hand, and analyzed while reading: "The Roman soldiers are no weaker than our Great Wu soldiers. If we hadn't had the advantage of artillery, I am afraid this battle would not have been so smooth!"

The tenacity of the soldiers of the Roman Empire once again impressed Zhuge Liang.

This empire is not a barbarian country. Their civilization and spirit are no worse than that of the Central Plains. They are very powerful, and their combat effectiveness is even much stronger than that of the soldiers of the Wu army.

"What about the battle damage?" Pan Feng asked after taking a deep breath.

"We suffered more than 6000 casualties in this battle!" Zhuge Liang said, "Most of these [-] soldiers were injured by our own artillery. To lure the enemy, you need bait. They are bait, but their Casualties are valuable, otherwise it would be impossible for the two sides to have a one-to-two ratio of troops, and exchange [-] soldiers for a battle that would cost nearly [-] Roman troops!"

"I was too impulsive, I should have withdrawn earlier!"

"Commander-in-chief, if you put aside your status as commander-in-chief, you are the best at luring the enemy in this battle. We all know one thing in war, no matter how sharp our weapons are, no matter how powerful our troops are , No sacrifice, no victory!"

Zhuge Liang said calmly.

Any senior general who marches and fights on the battlefield understands the meaning of the word sacrifice.

War is helpless.

War is death.

"Live on the battlefield, die on the battlefield!" Pan Feng smiled bitterly: "I'm not naive, but somewhat sad!"

"Commander-in-Chief, you should think more about the consequences of this battle!" Zhuge Liang persuaded.

"The result? It's a very good result. I think that in a short period of time, the Legion of Augustus may not be able to play much role!"

The corner of Pan Feng's mouth raised a sneer: "Their casualties are so great, and tens of thousands of soldiers were wiped out by us. Even if we didn't make them lose their fighting power, it would still hurt their morale and shake their vitality. I don't believe they were beaten with iron. !"

"indeed!"