God Three Group Chat: Three Kingdoms

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As a conqueror, Severus did not mind Parthia's strength; in fact, he even had some expectations and liking for it.

The reason is quite simple: it comes from the power of the Roman Empire, or more precisely, from the power of Severus himself.

This power allows Severus to absorb everything from his defeated opponents as nourishment, thus making himself stronger.

Whether it's real combat power or the ethereal fortune and national destiny, they are all targets that can be devoured, and they can all be transformed into nourishment.

However, there is a prerequisite for this harvest: the opponent must have these things, or rather, manifest these things. Things that only exist in theory cannot be turned into nourishment.

In this situation, the power, secret arts, talents, and even the luck of talent that Parthia unleashes can all be targets for exploitation.

Whether for the sake of the present or for the future of the Roman Empire, Severus was naturally unconcerned about the burning and outbreak of Parthia, and even less concerned about the occasional powerful Parthian army.

However, after so long in the war, the Parthian army had very few truly strong units, far fewer than the Han Empire's army.

Even though he coveted the Han Empire's army, Severus could only sigh in vain. After all, the Han Empire was so far away; he couldn't very well lead his army there and destroy it.

Parthia, whom Severus acknowledged as an opponent and someone he could destroy, did not display the fighting power that Severus had in mind.

"How powerful Parthia was in the past! Can they really be called an opponent now?" Seeing Parthia being dealt with so easily, Severus wondered for a moment whether he was fighting the Han Empire or Parthia.

Without the Han Empire, Parthia's fighting strength would probably be less than that of a duke.

However, this idea was quickly dismissed, partly because Severus was cautious enough, and partly because he knew Parthia very well.

Parthia itself was not weak, but its internal bloat and infighting made it completely unlike an empire.

"Follow me!" Atratomei glanced at Atoimeni, who was still commanding the vanguard and had not retreated. Without hesitation, he led his lancers to circle around the enemy and prepared to change their angle of attack.

The darkness affected everyone equally, including Atlas and the soldiers behind him.

The soldiers of the US Army Corps at Atlato were fine. They had ample funds for training, so their physical fitness was not affected by night blindness. Their long-term training and rich combat experience in Eastern Europe and Libya provinces had forged them into an elite force.

With ample funds and time, and with Atlatomé fully committed to training, the Legion's soldiers' discipline and discipline are truly outstanding.

Faced with Atlatomé's impromptu order, the legion followed swiftly and skillfully from top to bottom, causing the overall direction of the army to deviate.

When a legion shifts direction, especially the leading legion, the effect is naturally felt in surrounding legions, causing their soldiers to move along with it. This method of movement was an emergency measure that Atlatomé devised in a short time.

This lancer army, assembled by his grandfather Farssasan, had received considerable training and improved their diet, but this could not mask their physical deficiencies, let alone reach Atlastomé's level.

Therefore, this large lancer force needs guidance, direction, and the right time to attack in order to play its due role.

Otherwise, such a large lancer army would only become part of someone else's outstanding achievements.

Cavalry with warhorses, even light cavalry, are no less valuable than most infantry.

Even if Parthia was a powerful nation, known as a country on horseback, how many times could such a large cavalry force withstand such a large-scale attack?
However, these are things that imperial officials need to consider, not things that Atlatomé needs to consider.

"Fortunately, we made it in time!" Atoimenis, who was commanding the Parthian vanguard, looked at the Roman barbarian legions that were only a few steps away, felt the vibrations transmitted through his feet, and revealed a smile, a smile of composure.

With the barbarian army so close at hand, Atoimeni had completely given up on attacking, as it was no longer worthwhile.

"What is this?" Severus frowned slightly as he looked at the Parthian cavalry that had bypassed them in the distance. He then commanded the corresponding infantry units to intercept them in advance based on their predicted attack direction and to prepare for a defensive charge.

Given such low visibility and at night, it's hard to believe this cavalry unit dared to do this; it's unclear whether they had the capability or if their commander was simply incompetent.

Regardless of the type, Severus would not stop what he was doing, nor would he stop giving orders.

Only the dead Parthians were the Parthians he recognized; as for the living, he just wished they would die sooner rather than later.

"Cavalry?" Benito, who was also able to receive Severus's orders and observe the battlefield, felt the shock and disdain in his eyes, but still ordered his troops to strengthen the corresponding defenses.

Charging into a well-organized infantry corps' defensive line is a severe test even for cavalry units, let alone at night.

If the Parthian cavalry were the same kind of army as the Xiliang Iron Cavalry, Benito wouldn't see any problem with it, but the question is, were they Parthians?
Obviously not. If they were soldiers like the Xiliang Iron Cavalry, they wouldn't have fought so badly.

Seeing Atalanta leading the charge, Benito immediately drew a portion of his legion's elite troops and rushed them to their respective defensive positions. This was partly to strengthen the defenses, and partly to see if there was an opportunity to eliminate the enemy's legion commander.

As for other commands and such, with His Majesty the Emperor directing and overseeing them, he only needs to achieve the objective of blocking the enemy, which is simple and easy.

"Infantry formation? That's within acceptable limits, or rather, there wasn't much of a choice..." But as the distance closed, not only Atlatomé, but more and more people observed the personnel in front of them, and their attitudes varied. (End of Chapter)