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At this time, Ibrahimovic hid among the surviving Parthian remnants.

He witnessed firsthand how Zhuge Dan killed the two generals, Sari and Hesha, with a single blow, and he trembled with fear.

Even the soldiers beside him fell one after another into pools of blood.

In the end, with few soldiers left around him, he was about to be exposed.

"Even if I, Ibrahimovic, die in battle, I will never be Xiao Fang's prisoner!"

Ibrahimovic roared in grief and anger, drew his sword, and attempted to commit suicide, giving himself a glorious end.

however.

The moment the sword touched his neck, the excruciating pain made him hesitate.

The sword hung in mid-air, unable to fall for a long time; his hands trembled, and his heart struggled.

The stalemate lasted for a long time, until all the Parthian soldiers on all sides perished.

He stood there with the scattered surviving soldiers.

At this moment, Zhuge Dan appeared before him, wielding a blood-stained halberd and exuding a murderous aura.

Ibrahimovic sighed, his sword slipped limply from his hand, and he collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon.

Ultimately, he lacked the courage to commit suicide.

Zhuge Dan, halberd drawn, stood on his horse, coldly observing the dejected body, and gave a chilling order:

"Coward! He doesn't even have the ability to commit suicide! Guards, seize this traitor and hand him over to Prime Minister Xiao for punishment!"

The Han soldiers swarmed forward, and Ibu was manipulated like a puppet, powerless to resist.

At this moment, they knew that with Zhuge Dan in charge, breaking through and fighting again was a pipe dream.

As night fell, the hustle and bustle of Nain City gradually subsided.

Large Chinese characters fluttered in the wind above the four gates and the prefectural government.

Inside the prefectural government, Xiao Fang sat in a high position, listening to the generals report on the battle results.

In this battle, none of the 30,000 Parthian defenders of Nain survived; the entire army was wiped out.

In the first battle to conquer Parthia, the Han army won a great victory.

Xiao Fang praised it highly, but couldn't help but worry:
"Although Nain has fallen, Ib is still alive or dead."

Before he finished speaking, Zhuge Dan, carrying two bloody heads, strode into the hall with great excitement.

"Reporting to Prime Minister Xiao, my subordinate has successfully ambushed and killed the Parthian army that attempted to break through the encirclement in the south."

"These are the heads of Sari and Hesha!"

Zhuge Dan reported this.

Xiao Fang was overjoyed. Sari and Hessane were Ib, Fritz's trusted and beloved generals.

Zhuge Dan's slaying of two generals single-handedly dealt a heavy blow to Parthia's morale.

Xiao Fang immediately commended Zhuge Dan and made a significant contribution to his record.

Zhuge Dan continued to report:
"This humble general not only killed two generals, but also captured the enemy commander Ibu alive. Please, Prime Minister Xiao, decide what to do!"

After he finished speaking, he clapped his hands, and several soldiers dragged over a disheveled and dejected scholar.

Ibrahimovic has been captured!

A glint of light flashed in Xiao Fang's eyes.

"Ibrahimovic, now that things have come to this, what do you have to say?"

Xiao Fang's gaze was sharp as he looked down at Ibu and asked in a stern voice.

Ibrahimovic slowly raised his head, looking at Xiao Fang with a complicated expression.

His eyes held resentment, anger, and helplessness.

"The victor is king, the loser is villain; the strong prey on the weak!"

"Xiao Fang, I'm defeated by you. I have nothing to say."

"If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please!"

Ibrahimovic stood tall and proud, looking as if he were ready to die.

Xiao Fang paused for a moment; he did not immediately order Ibrahimovic's execution.

A feeling of appreciating talent welled up in his heart, and the idea of ​​recruiting him to surrender arose in his mind.

"Non-my family, its heart must be different!"

Ma Su saw through Xiao Fang's thoughts and promptly reminded him.

Xiao Fang's heart skipped a beat, a murderous glint flashed in his eyes, and he said sharply:
"Drag him away and behead him!" Ibu trembled, and his tightly closed eyes snapped open.

"How ironic that I, Ibrahimovic, would die at the hands of a Han Chinese..."

He looked up at the sky and roared, his face full of sorrow and self-mockery.

The guards rushed forward, intending to drag Ibrahimovic away and behead him.

"Wait a minute!"

Ibrahimovic shouted to stop them and broke free from the soldiers' restraints.

He stepped forward and said sternly:
"Xiao Fang, I'm willing to die."

"But I only want to die knowing why you destroyed my west gate city wall."

"Youchang, let him die in peace."

When Xiao Fang spoke, Ma Su, though unwilling, had no choice but to explain his plan to breach the city.

Ibrahimovic's gaze shifted from bewilderment to astonishment, and then from astonishment to shock.

"Dig holes under the city wall, support them with wooden stakes, and then set fire to the stakes, causing the city wall to collapse on its own?"

"Unheard of, unseen..."

Ibrahimovic was sweating profusely, his eyes filled with fear of Ma Su.

This young strategist gave him a strange chill.

"Ibrahimovic, rest in peace on your journey."

Ma Su coldly observed Ibrahimovic's astonished and terrified expression.

Ibrahimovic took a deep breath, regained his composure, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.

"Fritz, the Han Kingdom is full of wise men, how can the Parthian Empire not perish?"

"I, I, Eevee, will be waiting for you on the road to the underworld..."

He looked up at the sky and laughed sadly, then walked out of the hall, one step at a time.

On the south bank of the Gu'an River, there is a camp called Sande.

At this moment, the water camp within the camp was a bustling and spectacular sight.

Nearly a thousand warships shuttled back and forth on the water, and the soldiers on board were conducting drills in full swing.

The shouts of battle and commands mingled together, creating a powerful atmosphere that seemed to overturn the entire river surface.

Banners embroidered with the word "Parthia" fluttered in the river wind, obscuring the sky and the river surface.

The vibrant colors and imposing patterns showcase the power and majesty of the Parthian army.

Fritz and Ronan stood side by side on the pier.

They stopped their horses there and quietly watched the magnificent naval exercise.

Fritz stood tall and straight, his eyes revealing a sense of authority and confidence;

Ronan, on the other hand, had a cold expression and deep eyes, as if he were deep in thought.

Ronan broke the silence first, raising his chin slightly and saying confidently:
"With Ibrahimovic's exceptional wisdom, coupled with the bravery of Sari and Hesha, defending Nain for several months is definitely not a problem."

"At the latest, after a month, if Xiao Fang fails to capture the city after a prolonged siege, his army's morale will surely collapse and its fighting spirit will be greatly diminished."

"At that time, we will take the opportunity to cross the river, pass Nain, cut off Xiao Fang's supply lines, and put him in a desperate situation."

As Ronan spoke, he gazed into the distance, as if he could already see the dawn of victory.

In his eyes, Xiao Fang was not worthy of being Fritz's ultimate opponent, as if victory was already within his grasp.

Fritz was immediately filled with enthusiasm upon hearing Ronan's words.

His eyes gleamed with excitement, as if he were already immersed in the impending victory.

However, at this moment.

Su Luo, however, cautiously remarked from the side:

"Your Majesty, I believe it is too early to talk about victory at this moment."

"Xiao Fang has an army of 100,000 after all, and he should not be underestimated."

"Although Ibrahimovic and his team are brave and resourceful, Xiao Fang's wisdom is far more profound, so we should be more cautious."

Solo, always cautious in his actions, was like a bucket of cold water, instantly extinguishing Fritz's enthusiasm.

Fritz felt a chill run down his spine; his illusions were shattered, and his excitement vanished. (End of Chapter)