After a moment's hesitation, Pan Xing steeled himself and stepped forward to offer his advice:

"Your Majesty, the Han army has come out in full force this time, and their morale is high. Moreover, they have won a great victory upstream. It would be unwise for us to confront them head-on at this time."

"It would be better to hold the camp for now and wait until we can ascertain the strength of the Han army before making any further plans."

Deschamps quickly chimed in:
"General Pan is absolutely right, Your Majesty. The Han army is coming with great force, and we must not act rashly."

Marshal Ronan has just suffered a major defeat, and his morale is low. If we rashly attack now and fall into Xiao Fang's trap, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Fritz glared angrily and roared:
"You're boosting the morale of others while diminishing your own!"

"So what if it's Xiao Fang? He's just a mortal. I, Fritz, have fought on countless battlefields; why would I fear him! If we don't fight today, how will my Parthian army ever have the face to stand on this land again!"

Seeing that Fritz was determined, the generals dared not persuade him any further and could only silently accept the order and return to prepare for battle.

Soon, war drums sounded in the Parthian camp, and the soldiers picked up their weapons and lined up in formation below the camp walls.

Fritz, clad in armor and wielding a large sword, stood at the entrance of the camp, his gaze fixed firmly ahead.

Before long, the Han army came into view.

The Han army, with its banners fluttering, swords and spears standing tall, and high morale, surged towards the Parthian camp like an unstoppable torrent.

As Xiao Fang rode his warhorse, he spotted Fritz in the distance. A confident smile appeared on his lips.

He raised his spear and shouted, "Soldiers, in today's battle, we must annihilate the Parthian army and bring glory to our great Han! Kill!"

At Xiao Fang's command, the Han army charged towards the Parthian army camp like tigers descending a mountain.

In an instant, shouts of battle shook the heavens and the earth, and arrows rained down on the Parthian army.

Fritz, not to be outdone, brandished his broadsword and shouted:

"Parthian warriors, kill them! Let these Han soldiers know our might!"

Upon hearing Fritz's order, the Parthian soldiers mustered their courage and charged towards the Han army.

The two sides instantly engaged in a fierce melee, with flashing swords and flying blood and flesh.

However, the Parthian army was demoralized due to the recent naval defeat, and the Han army was well-prepared and had a numerical advantage, so they quickly fell into a passive situation.

Although Fritz was incredibly brave, he was no match for the overwhelming force of the Han army and gradually became overwhelmed by their attacks.

Just then, a fierce general suddenly rushed out from the Han army, wielding a large axe, and slashed at Fritz.

Fritz hurriedly raised his knife to defend himself, and with a loud clang, their weapons clashed, sending sparks flying.

Fritz felt a sudden numbness in his arm and almost lost his grip on the broadsword.

Taking advantage of the situation, the fierce general swung his axe again, but Fritz dodged to the side, barely avoiding the attack.

But before he could catch his breath, several more Han soldiers surrounded him and launched an attack.

Fritz dodged and parried, but gradually found himself struggling to keep up, and ended up with several wounds on his body.

"Be careful, Your Majesty!" Deschamps, seeing Fritz in danger, hurriedly led a squad of soldiers to his rescue.

However, before they could even get close to Fritz, they were shot back several steps by Han archers.

Fritz looked at the ever-growing number of Han soldiers around him and inwardly groaned.

He knew that in today's battle, his chances of survival were slim.

But he was unwilling to accept defeat, so he gritted his teeth, fought with all his might, and continued to fight the Han army.

Just as Fritz was feeling desperate, he suddenly heard shouts of killing coming from afar.

He looked back and saw a Parthian reinforcement coming from behind.

It turned out that Pan Xing, seeing the critical situation, hurriedly sent someone to the rear to bring in reinforcements.

The arrival of these reinforcements rekindled hope for the Parthian army.

Their morale soared, and they fought back fiercely, engaging the Han army in an even more intense battle.

Fritz took the opportunity to catch his breath, readjust his mind, and continue fighting.

The Han army was far superior in number and strength. Despite the arrival of reinforcements, the Parthian army was still unable to turn the tide of the battle.

As time went on, the Parthian army suffered increasing casualties and gradually began to falter.

Xiao Fang was secretly pleased to see that the Parthian army was in dire straits.

He knew victory was within his grasp. So he raised his spear once more and shouted:
"Soldiers, give it your all and wipe out the Parthian army in one fell swoop!"

Upon hearing Xiao Fang's orders, the Han army fought with even greater ferocity, charging towards the Parthian camp. Soon, the Han army broke through the Parthian defenses and stormed into the camp.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Fritz sighed deeply.

He knew he was powerless to change the situation. So he sheathed his sword and turned to flee the battlefield.

Before he could take more than a few steps, he was blocked by a Han soldier.

The Han soldier, holding a long spear, pointed it at Fritz and shouted:
"Where do you think you're going! Surrender now!"

Fritz looked at the Han soldiers in front of him, his heart filled with anger and resentment.

But he knew that he no longer had the ability to resist.

So, he sighed helplessly, put down the broadsword in his hand, and said:
"I, Fritz, have spent my life on the battlefield, but I never imagined that I would fall into your hands today."

Kill me or torture me, it's up to you!

The Han soldier sneered and said:

"You have committed countless evils; today is your death day!"

Having said that, he raised his spear and was about to thrust it at Fritz.

Just then, Xiao Fang rode up on his warhorse. Seeing that Fritz had already been captured, he hurriedly shouted:

"stop!"

Upon hearing Xiao Fang's order, the Han soldier immediately stopped what he was doing.

Xiao Fang rode up to Fritz, looked at him, and said, "Frittz, you've finally met your match. Do you know your crime?"

Fritz looked up at Xiao Fang and sneered:

"I, Fritz, have fought my whole life; what crime have I committed? Kill me if you must, why bother with any more words!"

Xiao Fang smiled slightly and said:

“You led your army to invade the borders of my Great Han, burning, killing, looting and committing all sorts of atrocities. How dare you say you are innocent? However, I, Xiao Xiang, have always been magnanimous. As long as you are willing to surrender to my Great Han, I can spare your life.”

Fritz's heart stirred upon hearing Xiao Fang's words.

He knew he was now a prisoner, his life or death entirely in Xiao Fang's hands.

If they could surrender to the Han Dynasty, they might be able to save their lives.

But then he thought of himself as the emperor of Parthia. If he surrendered to the enemy like this, wouldn't he be ridiculed?

After a fierce internal struggle, Fritz finally shook his head and said:

"Xiao Fang, I, Fritz, would rather die than surrender! Kill me if you will, I will never submit to you!"

Upon hearing Fritz's words, Xiao Fang couldn't help but secretly admire his backbone.

But he also knew that someone like Fritz would not surrender easily.

So he sighed and said, "Since you are so stubborn, then don't blame me for being impolite."

After saying that, he waved his hand, signaling to take Fritz away and execute him.

Parthian King was thus executed.

The Parthian Empire collapsed and was incorporated into the Han Dynasty.

(The End) (End of Chapter)

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