God Three Group Chat: Three Kingdoms

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A wide and flat plain is the best battlefield for cavalry, especially for light cavalry. There is no place that must be rescued or a target that must be protected. They only need to find the target and then launch an attack.

It was so simple, yet it required seizing the opportunity, placing extremely high demands on the officers. However, Aldashir was confident that he had the ability to accomplish this and complete this seemingly dangerous plan.

The Roman army, lacking sufficient mobility, would have little effect against light cavalry.

One of the most important reasons why Parthian light cavalry faced so many difficulties and were even suppressed to death in past wars was that they had to fight direct battles.

Does the nation's core region need protection? Does the nation's capital need safeguarding? Do the empire's nobles need rescue?
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If any of the above problems exist, then if there is an unavoidable direct war, then one must face the Roman army and fight desperately on a battlefield that is not of one's own choosing. It would be a miracle if one could win in such a situation.

However, if all these problems were abandoned, the battlefield capabilities of the Parthian light cavalry would not have been so embarrassing.

It was precisely because Ardashir had this clear understanding that he dared to accept such a dangerous mission.

With no wars that must be fought, and the initiative on all battlefields in our own hands, what is there to fear?
Only by fully utilizing the advantages of light cavalry can one be invincible from the start, and this alone is enough to contend with Rome.

As for the risk of being blocked, this is, after all, a battlefield. What action is without risk?
"Let's go. Let's leave this to Ma Mengqi. He's definitely a battle-loving madman." Looking at the assembled troops, Ardashir sensed the momentum and activity coming from the south, and watched the occasional flashes of lightning as he spoke calmly.

Ardashir didn't offer much commentary on Ma Chao. On one hand, they were the same age, equally young and ambitious, and equally proud, but there were still differences in reality.

Whether there was a difference in the strength of the cavalry commanders on both sides could not be determined without a real battle.

Ardashir had a record of directly confronting the Roman 13th Legion of the Roses and annihilating them with the help of his allies, a truly formidable achievement.

However, Ma Chao's record was not bad either. Even though the fighting strength of the Seventh Legion of Rome was indeed somewhat exaggerated, the fact that he was able to almost wipe out the enemy in 1v2 or even 1v3 situations also proved his ability to command troops.

In situations where their command abilities are indistinguishable, the difference in their martial prowess becomes the difference between them.

Even if Ardashir believed in his heart that he was better at commanding troops than Ma Chao, he could not hide the fact that he was crushed by Ma Chao in terms of military strength.

"That guy has always loved and enjoyed fighting, and pursued battle. Perhaps it is this mentality that has made him so powerful." Milosi, who was also one of the Parthian warriors and served as Ardashir's second-in-command on this expedition, sighed and expressed his helplessness.

Every strongman in Parthia, except for a few high-ranking commanders, has been defeated by Ma Chao.

Although the alliance between the two sides meant the other side wouldn't go all out, and they could even make progress through this confrontation, being attacked was certainly not a good thing. "It's good that the other side has this kind of military strength; at least it won't make Rome look down on us, and it can also draw some attention away from us. Let's take this opportunity to cross the river. Once we cross this river, we'll have to bear all the pressure ourselves!" Ardashir, riding on his horse, withdrew his gaze, turned to look at the river in front of him, and then cracked his whip forward.

With the crack of the whip, the Parthian soldiers, who were already prepared, began their crossing of the river.

On the other side, right in the center of the two rivers, Ma Chao was wielding his spear with unbridled malice and undisguised fighting spirit.

Originally, facing the demigods of Rome and the renowned powerhouses of Rome, Ma Chao had already prepared himself to be the challenger.

When the fight actually started, he realized that while his opponent's internal energy and basic strength were indeed stronger, their combat skills and fighting mentality were far inferior.

So much so that when the fight actually broke out, it was Ma Chao who actually gained the upper hand.

With an even younger age and a more dashing appearance, it stands across the Euphrates River, exuding its aura without restraint, welcoming the challengers from Rome.

"This kid is so young, yet so strong. He's really impressive." Severus, who had chosen to watch the battle, looked at Ma Chao with satisfaction and praise in his words, completely ignoring the expressions and attitudes of the people behind him.

Severus clearly distinguished between strength and weakness.

The opponent is so young yet has achieved such strength, and also has such fighting spirit and mentality. What can be done about such arrogance?
If you're not happy, go and fight. It's not like the other side won't fight back.

"It seems we've focused too much on training and become too lax in terms of technique and mindset." Perennis, who was also watching the match, noticed this problem and pointed it out.

I hadn't paid much attention to it before, but I only noticed it after we actually started fighting. Focusing solely on cultivation can indeed improve one's basic strength, but one's performance in combat is really disappointing.

Despite having stronger basic strength and more abundant internal energy, he still couldn't defeat his opponent. This is entirely due to the difference in fighting will and combat skills.

Upon hearing this, Ludovic's expression darkened, but he could only grit his teeth and nod. After all, he hadn't won the fight, and losing was losing; there was nothing wrong with admitting it.

Although losing this match in front of so many people, especially to such a young man, is indeed a bit embarrassing, we are all strong at the same level, and it is normal to have wins and losses.

“Should I go? I’m quite interested in him.” Platius, leading the council guards, stepped forward immediately, gripping his weapon tightly, and said in a rather cautious tone, “That special lightning ability is probably his superpower. It shouldn’t have much effect on me, and it would be easy to win.”

Platius, who spoke, not only commanded the Legion of the Holy Spirit of the Roman Empire, but also possessed extremely high status and terrifying strength. He ranked among the top three in the vast Roman Empire, and had a very good chance of ranking second. (End of Chapter)