Although Goth chose the **** as a defense, it didn't help. Whether it is numbers, armaments, discipline, experience or tactics, the Goths are at a considerable disadvantage. So although they made a lot of preparations, the war ended soon. The Persians did not accept prisoners who were seriously injured or disabled, but piled them together with their corpses, burned them with fire by the priests accompanying them, and buried them together—this was to prevent the occurrence of plague. And the rest of the captives. Murray made some choices. Those who were younger and stronger, as well as cavalry and archery soldiers were brought directly into the army. There are not many who are old or don't have any specialties. They were dispersed and sent to the occupied Gothic towns, and a certain number of garrisons were dispatched to supervise the prisoners and monitor the occupied towns.

But in fact, these captives were secretly killed during the process of escorting them. In the end, only the garrison arrived in the town. Killing or being killed on the battlefield is nothing. But to surrender and be accepted and then slaughtered like livestock would undoubtedly lead to hatred. But worthless captives can do nothing but cause unrest, waste food and police manpower.

So, Morrie didn't let them kill them in front of the other captives. Instead, let the garrison assassinate them on the way after letting them go. In the towns defeated on the road, the defending militiamen and nobles also dealt with it in the same way.

Except the young, the strong, the skilled. As well as the nobles who could sell money, those who were worthless but had the ability to resist were all killed on the way to other towns.

In addition to these captives, Mori also took away all the wealth accumulated by the nobles. Although civilians can also squeeze out some oil and water, but he is in a hurry so he has no interest in doing it.

Thus, the towns captured by Persia were virtually unchanged. For the low-level and middle-level citizens, their days are still photographed, and a few familiar faces are missing.

Morrie didn't waste much time.

After ensuring the victory of this expedition, they only rested for half a day before preparing to return east.

But his generals expressed that they wanted to take a break. One by one, they began to think about what excuses they could have for Morrie to stay for a while.

"My lord, the weather is a bit hot. Someone asked him: "Those prisoners are not willing to come out of the carriage... What should I do?" "

"Then drive them out with a whip! What do you think the whip is for?" Morrie yelled loudly: "They are captives, my property, not your parents! Get them out!" 02

"My lord. The garrison you sent has not yet returned the news of taking control of the town.

"If a dozen people face unarmed civilians, if they can't win, let them die!"

A group of people gathered around, Morrie showed an impatient expression, but still gave all the answers. But at this moment, his expression was a little flustered, as if he had seen a ghost: "My lord! There is a holy guard... looking for you!"

This time, it was Mori's turn to be stunned: "Are you sure it's the holy guard?" After receiving an affirmative answer, Mori's heart tightened for a while. Regardless of any reason, the holy guards must not leave the city where the holy king is located, otherwise it will be a death penalty - this kind of capital crime does not even need to be executed, because once they are far away from the holy king, or far away from the holy crown of the holy king, they will gradually become Dry up and eventually ignite spontaneously within three days.

Why would a holy guard come to find him? Could it be that something happened to that old man?

"Invite him here!"

Morrie said immediately.

It wasn't until the Saint P was surrounded by crowds that he almost forced himself in front of Mori that he was finally sure that he was really a Saint Guard.

His skin was dry and charred, and his epidermis was waxy. You can almost see the protruding eyeballs under the thin eyelids, and his face as stiff and expressionless as a zombie.

It can be seen at a glance that he is only a hair away from being burned. Even his breathing has become scorching hot, and there is a faint blue mist between his breaths.

With great difficulty, Morrie recognized his identity from his skinny and deformed face.

Because he recognized... this person is not those soldiers who pretend to be soldiers, but the real Wang Zhizhong. He lives underground all year round. Cava "What happened?" Morrie held him up. Asked with concern: Shengwei looked at the people around him with a hesitant expression. Li quickly reacted and waved away the others.

At this time. Only then did the dying holy guard speak, and said in a hoarse voice: "Morrie... the high priests rebelled!

"They killed Kusrau the day you left! Then claim that he is His Majesty and you took his seal to mobilize the army!"

Shengwei said tremblingly: "They use this excuse to explain that there is no His Majesty's seal in Kusrow's room!

"What?!" Mori was shocked, and then he was furious: "How dare they say that Kusrau is the double of the Holy King who lives on the top floor, and is the confidant of Kawad VI.

Morrie realized something immediately, and asked, "How is father?"

Although he hated that old man... but at this time, he can't have an accident.

"Your Majesty is fine for the time being. They sealed the stairs with stone slabs and statues, and tried to pour smoke into us to kill us. But they didn't know that there was another exit and ventilation here...but His Majesty passed out, and they Protecting His Majesty, preventing them from killing them.

And I have come to report to you.

The holy guard coughed and explained in a low voice: "My lord, don't go back now! Now the high priests all claim that you are the one who assassinated His Majesty, and the people also believe them. If you go back at this time, you will definitely have a big problem." The troubled one "But I can't help but go back! "

Morrie whispered.

He knew in his heart that sooner or later those high priests would remove the stone slabs and go all the way down the spiral staircase into the basement. After all, false kings do not have crowns, and priests cannot become new kings. After all, the crown is not like a seal. It is impossible to be planted on him by them... If he took the holy crown away, the holy guard would have died a long time ago. Therefore, Chi Zesheng said, "Where is the exit, I will take a few people back first!" Zhenli asked eagerly. But the holy guard shook his head, and said firmly: Half of the holy guards and high priests are not what your majesty wants. The knot... whatever it is, will weaken Persia.

"You stay in Gothic first! Stationed in the city closest to Persia. We will protect His Majesty! When the time is right, my colleagues will come to reveal to you that it is time to return to the city," said the holy guard The rate of speech is getting more and more urgent, but he hasn't finished yet. Intense flames gushed out from his body. Burned him into coke in an instant. Morrie gritted his teeth, feeling very bad.

He probably understands. The meaning of Kawad VI is to wait for the holy guards and the people to doubt the truth of the matter, and then go in from the outside, use the deterrent force of the army to deter the people who are hesitant, take the first offender, and then welcome Kawad VI. But here's a problem.

It is Kawad VI, can he really live until the time he returns. Morrie used to hope that his father would die sooner almost every day, but now he prayed that if he could live as long as possible.

Persia can't go back. Can only stay in Gothic.

Morrie couldn't help but smile wryly.

If there is no accident, he is afraid that he will face the Gothic Legion that came to support from other regions next.

…maybe, and the Legion of Franks, and that damned King Solomon.

"So, we're going to send someone to Alexandria, and the Rosicrucian... High Priest Morrie was lost in thought.

perhaps. You can try to send someone to contact them.