Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the heroic posture of the red-clothed knights standing on their horses can be vaguely seen. Opposite them was a defender with half the number of them.

This is the last resistance of the Gothic Eastern Legion. The Eastern Legion reacted immediately after losing a few towns, gathered the remaining troops together, and found an uphill to prepare for the battle. Morrie also gladly accepted the invitation. But Morrie knew in his heart that although it seemed that the Gothic side was not too disadvantaged in terms of numbers, the elite levels of the two sides were completely different.

In order to seek a surprise attack, he directly transferred the two strongest legions in Persia. The reinforcements gathered from all around couldn't even catch up with them, only a small number of infantry and chariots rushed over. In front of an army that has no command and generals and only relies on the spontaneous organization of the bottom military generals, the Persian elite legion has an absolute advantage.

Morrie rode on a tall horse. He and Maduporo tied the asbestos armor of the armor plate. He holds a straight sword in his right hand, and a heavy red-handled battle banner in his left. On the banner is the saint of the Sassanians, and at the top is a golden thorn. He is not like an ordinary nobleman accompanying the army—he has always been at the forefront of the army formation, as if he is not afraid of death. The Persian army pressed forward slowly.

Unlike normal military formations, their cavalry is in the middle, while infantry and a small number of chariots advance on both wings, and most chariots follow behind the cavalry. There are two types of Sasanian chariots. One is a six-wheeled chariot driven by two horses, with many spikes, and a tall mobile barrier blocked by wooden boards, which can hide four to six soldiers. They protruded hooked spears from the gaps in the chariot, nimbly hunting down passing enemies. As for the remaining ones, there are only four short planks and a chassis. On each chariot is an archer or priest accompanying the army, and two shield bearers holding a large shield.

However, the equipment of these cavalry is also different from that of the Goths and Franks. They were all in armor, and even the horses were strapped with armor pieces. There is also a round rattan shield tied to his left arm, and his waist is short. These cavalrymen are the most elite soldiers in Persia.

His gaze suddenly sharpened. Accompanied by the sudden strong wind, bows and arrows were shot out like heavy rain. Arrows rained across the sky from the east and landed in the middle of the Persian army formation. Following his order, the infantry and cavalry behind him immediately raised the rattan shields in their hands and put them on their heads. The shield soldiers raised their shields high, while the crossbowmen and priests paused. Even though they had been prepared for a long time, the slender black arrows still passed through the gaps in the rattan plates, hitting some infantry here and there. The Persian soldiers who were hit by the arrows leaned back, sparked a little splash, and lost themselves in the crowd of loud noises. For Mari, this shirala arrow hardly poses any threat to him.

After the Goths' dying struggles of resistance were exhausted, the Persian cavalry was already very close to the Goths' army formation. Morrie raised the sacred banner in his hand. Cry aloud: "May you light me with fire. Let your holy eyes look upon me!"

"I will crush all violence, I will crush all enemies."

Mori sang the hymn of Yasht dedicated to Bahram, and his strength multiplied: "We exalt the Bahram created by Mazda, with his aura and majesty, and we praise Maz with the tribute of Zul Bahram created by Mazda!" Behind him, hundreds of priests sang simultaneously: "We exalt the Bahram created by Mazda with its aura and majesty, and we praise the Bahram created by Mazda with the tribute of Zul Bahram! Shinri steered his steed forward and began to sprint forward slowly, while singing loudly: "Bahram created by Ahura, become a warrior created by Mazda! He wears a dagger inlaid with gold and jade on his waist, holds a banner of victory, and wears a coat of flames. Thus he went to Strathustla - "So came Bahram, created by Ahura!"

His voice fell, and the priests sang again at the same time: "Bahram, created by Ahura, came into the world!" All Mori shouted: "Follow me to charge!

As if the war horse under him could not feel the burning, it neighed more heroically, leading him directly into the Gothic army formation without fear!

"We praise Bahram, created by Ahura, who makes the brave fearless and the wicked fall, who revives all things, and bestows peace and tranquility on the earth!" Mori sang loudly. While neatly adjusting the burning flag in his hand, he used its tip to easily penetrate the iron shield of the Gothic infantry and penetrate his chest.

The man suddenly spat out boiling blood, and immediately fell to death under the flag.

A ray of golden-red light flowed out from the person's body. Shunruo flag flows into its body. Morrie felt that the fire of his soul seemed to be poured with oil, and it immediately began to explode.

His exposed skin burned. It almost turned into a semi-bright bright-coloured spirit body. He clearly felt that the connection between Zi 2 and Ahura Mazda had become closer... as if Bahram had really descended into his body.

With the surge of power, Mo Li felt boundless courage in his heart. This is the divine power that the Goths, the French... and even all the Romans cannot resist. Only the Holy King and the descendants of the Holy King can control this inviolable power, gathering the power of many priests into one. Originally, his father, Kawad VI, could gallop on the battlefield in glory and the gaze of the great **** like him. ..., but he abandoned Ahura's favor and bestowal, preferring to seek the spirit from the devil. can…

A burst of anger surged, and Morrie couldn't help roaring.

The flag in his hand turned into an irresistible holy spear. With just a slight shake, the bodies of several infantrymen were directly cut open. Like a hot table knife melting butter, blackened marks raised on the Tibetan face, facing the mighty power like a god, the soldiers at the front screamed, and the defense line almost collapsed. The knights who charged after him, but were left behind by a certain distance also started to charge, knocking the passage that had already begun to crumble to a greater distance.

No one dared to resist the force of the cavalry head-on—even if the distance they charged was not too long. The Gothic soldiers centered on the army formation cut by Morrie, and subconsciously retreated to the two sides. The front defensive formation began to shake and became unstable. But before the cavalry rushed out of the army formation, the roaring chariot followed closely behind the cavalry and crashed into the gap between six or seven people paralleling each other. Well immediately expand and enlarge it!

The spikes of the chariot were immediately soaked with blood. The hooked sickle protruding from the chariot hooked any part of the Gothic soldier's body. Then they can sink it down and use the chariot's charge to smash them into the army formation with the spiked chariot, and the Gothic army completely collapsed amidst screams and mourning. They fled desperately to the sides, while the light four-wheeled chariot clung to their backs, and the few and precise arrows almost knocked down a person every three shots.

After less than an hour of pursuit, the Gothic army gave up their resistance and surrendered one after another.

Gothic Eastern Front Army, complete defeat!