God Three Group Chat: Three Kingdoms

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For the commanders of both sides, even in the darkness, their respective secret techniques and skills would not significantly impair their vision.

However, for the lowest-ranking soldiers, even if their physical abilities are not blinded by the darkness, they are still ultimately limited by the night, and the range of what they can see and touch is greatly reduced.

This means that the original cooperation between legions will be further decentralized to cooperation between squads. As for the area outside the squads, that area will be considered as outside the line of sight of the troops.

Not every legion is called Ultimate Danyang; you can utilize your teammates' vision and strength to fight.

In this situation, the effectiveness and lethality of long-range strikes will be further enhanced because soldiers have less time to observe and judge long-range attacks, and their evasion ability will decrease.

"And so it ends!" Looking at the current state of the Parthian army, Severus knew the final outcome.

In contrast, Farssasan's face was extremely pale at this moment, and his eyes even showed some disbelief.

I never imagined that when everything was proceeding according to my plan and arrangements, and the army was carrying out my orders, whether it was cross-attacks or infiltration, everything was so orderly and natural, why did it end up like this?
The Roman army has not changed much and the risks are not high, so why is the current situation causing them to be trapped?
"Marshal Farssasan, I'm afraid the enemy's command capabilities have far exceeded our limits. Let's prepare to retreat..." Seeing that Farssasan's mentality was clearly affected, Atlatomé still stepped forward and advised him in a calm tone.

Whether they like it or not, this is something that must be done, and Farssasan must get out of his current predicament.

Regardless of whether Farssasan has the upper hand in command or how big the gap is between him and the enemy, it cannot change the current situation.

Throughout the vast Parthian army, the only person who truly had the ability, strength, prestige, and command to lead this army was Farssasan.

As for the others, including Atlatomé himself, they were just there to make up the numbers in the face of such a massive army.

Trying to force a change of command is simply impossible. Changing generals on the eve of battle is a major taboo in military strategy, let alone changing the commander directly on the battlefield, which is simply a suicidal act.

Perhaps there was a difference in command between the Farssasans and the Roman commanders, but this difference was definitely smaller than the difference between them and the Roman commanders.

Under the leadership and command of Farssasan, there is at least a better chance than with them. If they still fail to evacuate under the command and leadership of Farssasan, then what difference does it make if they are under their command?

This is a battlefield. Only by respecting the strong and obeying their commands can you have a better chance of survival.

Whether they liked it or not, Farssasan was the most capable commander among them and the one with the best chance of leading them away. Already experienced and extremely stable, Farssasan had seen his share of failed wars and quickly recovered from his current predicament, ready to face everything again.

After all, Atalanta was right. He was the commander of the army, the general of the army, and the person in charge of the army. Whether it was for the country, for himself, for his family, or for His Majesty, he had to do his best.

Even knowing what was about to happen, the Farssasans had to do everything they could to mitigate the Parthian army's losses so that they could continue to exert their strength in the war to come.

Without this force, the entire Mesopotamian defense line would essentially collapse, and even the corresponding mountain defense line would fall apart. The most valuable regions of the country would then be at the mercy of the Roman Empire.

"Atlasme, I can only entrust this to you!" Farssasan, whose mind had quickly regained its composure, scanned the battlefield and the infiltrated areas, before finally turning to Atlasme, her voice heavy with concern.

"Understood!" Faced with such an order, Atlas Tome showed no fear or apprehension, accepting and carrying it out calmly.

As Atalanta receded into the distance, Farssasan turned his gaze back to the front lines and swiftly issued the corresponding orders: "Order the second-line troops to withdraw from the offensive, adopt a full defensive posture, and retreat. Distribute reserve forces to the flanks and withdraw the troops stationed in the rear..."

As orders were issued one after another, the entire Parthian army began to move, and the troops gradually began to move backward.

The only army that did not hear any orders or even receive any corresponding instructions was the Parthian vanguard, which maintained its crisscrossing formation.

"Damn it, what is the marshal trying to do? Why didn't he notify us in advance to withdraw the army at this time..." Atoimeni, who was also in the Parthian vanguard, looked at the various units that were receiving little response and also noticed the friendly forces gradually withdrawing from the rear. His words were filled with anger.

Before this anger could spread, Atoimeni saw cavalry advancing in the open areas on both sides of the army. Among them were not only Atoimeni's elite light cavalry, but also a large number of lancers and lightly armed lancers!
"Understood, Atoimeni obeys orders!" Recalling the instructions given before the battle, Atoimeni hesitated for a moment before taking off his helmet, placing it neatly to the side, then picking up the spear beside him and mounting his horse.

After successfully mounting the horse, Atoimeni will not only be taller than everyone else, but his field of vision will also be greater.

In this situation, more people, whether enemy or friendly, will notice him and Atoimeni.

"For Parthia, for His Majesty, kill with me!" Taking a deep breath, Atoimeni mobilized his inner energy and unleashed it all, spreading his voice for several kilometers around. His voice was decisive and resolute, and it also showed true confidence.

"Such will and momentum? It seems Parthia is indeed not the Parthia of the past. Unfortunately, it's still not enough..." Having completed his preparations for the one-on-one battle, Severus simply waved to the messenger beside him, and the corresponding flag command was immediately transmitted, along with information from Group Fourteen. (End of Chapter)