The Three Kingdoms

"exist!"

"You should keep an eye on them, and you must not let them kill a carbine, and let the good situation we maintain collapse!"

"promise!"

The two nodded.

"Ju Yi!"

"The end is here!"

"The Central Army sent an army to open the way first, and we are ready to withdraw our troops at any time!"

"promise!"

Ju Yi nodded. He dispatched the strongest army in the Central Army Corps, numbered the First Army, and the commander was Gao Shun who also served as the chief of staff and deputy commander of the Central Army Corps.

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The night was deep and silent as water.

Roman camp.

Soldiers and horses were withdrawn from the small town of Venice one by one. The soldiers were resting around the bonfire in twos and threes. Looking at each other and communicating with each other, the decadence of failure caused a haze to wander around all the soldiers.

They lost this battle.

They were driven out of the town of Venice by the Wu army like bereaved dogs. The entire [-] elite vanguard army was wiped out, and the main force also paid tens of thousands of soldiers' lives during the battle.

With such huge casualties, the tragedy of the war was comparable to the offensive and defensive battles in Rome.

This made them have an instinctive fear of Wu Jun.

No one expected that Wu Jun would give them a heavy blow here, causing them heavy damage.

Main Camp of the Chinese Army.

In the temporary tent, the Lord will gather together.

Chaks, with disheveled hair, sat cross-legged on the upper seat, blood-stained cloak, but he didn't care at all, his face was gloomy like water, and his eyes were as cold as ice.

The chief consul of the Gallic legion, Vickers, was seriously injured, his face was very pale, and he was coughing softly.

Terrence, the general of the Guards Corps, was covered in blood, so bloody.

The arm of the Crusader General Dio was tied with a cloth scarf. This was a wound, the wound was ruptured, and the cloth scarf was stained with blood.

The chief consul of the Predator Legion, Makrinus, was silent.

Prince Caracalla was sitting beside him, making the gloomy atmosphere oppressive and a little restless.

After half a sound.

Chucks spoke with a gloomy voice: "Although we have been vigilant and vigilant, we still haven't been able to understand the Eastern Demons. The defeat in this battle is not due to you, but to me. I didn't know they still had such ferocious weapons! "

Their failure in this battle was more due to a weapon.

The lethality brought by the percussive flintlock guns of the Shenhuo Army is too strong. Maybe they don't have many soldiers and horses, but as long as this soldier and horse charge forward and form a blade to open the way, they can break through the Roman army. The formation, coupled with the cooperation of Wu Jun's main force, is enough to collapse their hundreds of thousands of troops.

"Your Excellency, this matter is not good for you, you are an oriental devil that we underestimated!"

"I thought they were at the end of the road, but I didn't expect them to have such sharp weapons. They are so powerful that they can be pierced even wearing battle armor. It's terrifying!"

All the generals spoke one after another.

"If you lose, you lose. No reason can change our defeat in this small town!"

Chucks gritted his teeth, sighed, and said: "The defeat in this battle will give the Eastern Demons a chance to escape the empire's territory. I believe they will seize this opportunity. Our army is mostly young and strong recruits. With the current turmoil in the army, it is impossible to pursue in a short time!"

After a big defeat, the morale of the army is unavoidable.

And now there are too many recruits in their army, and the turmoil caused by the defeat is even more violent.

With people's hearts so bright, it is impossible for him to bite the bullet and chase after him. Once Wu Jun kills a carbine, their main force may really collapse.

"Should we just watch them escape!"

"I can not be reconciled!"

Hearing this, several generals at the level of legion commander roared angrily.

Chucks sighed.

The situation is getting worse and worse, but he is unwilling to give up.

He is now more and more sure that the Emperor of the Eastern Demons is right in front of them, right in front of them, among the soldiers and horses, destroying them will destroy the Emperor of the Eastern Demons, and buy time for the empire to recuperate.

So no matter what, don't give up.

"Since you can't chase, don't chase!"

Chuck said in a low voice.

"Your Excellency the General?"

Several generals frowned slightly upon hearing this.

"Your Excellency, why don't we dispatch the Parthian army!"

"The imperial capital can't be chaotic, and some troops are still needed to suppress it. The most important thing is that the Parthian army's current combat effectiveness is not one in ten. How can they fight? It's better to let them continue to guard the imperial capital!"

"Then shall we just watch these oriental demons flaunt their might and leave the territory of the empire?"

Several generals rose up against the case, and their anger soared.

"map!"

"exist!"

Spread out a map on the left and right, this is the territory map of the empire.

"Greece, this place can also be their burial place!"

Chucks eyes fell on the Greek Peninsula, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, and with a resolution in his heart, he shouted: "Dio, Vickers, Terrence, Macrinus!"

"How long will it take you to regroup your troops?"

"Five days!"