As the sun sets and approaches the sea, the entire sky seems to be ablaze, a fiery red.

"What a magnificent sight!"

Amid Chu Qian's exclamations, twenty naval warships and five hundred merchant ships were ready to set sail.

Half an hour later, it was completely dark. On the Roman fleet at the rear, a sailor suddenly shouted, "Your Highness, look!"

Commodus, on the deck, hurried to the railing and looked out. In the dim light, he saw a dark shadow, like a giant beast, disappearing into the distance.

Commodus's heart skipped a beat; he knew that the Han navy was preparing to go after those damned Parthians.

During his time in contact with the Han delegation, Kang Maode was always impressed by the Han people as being humble, gentle, and kind.

Only now has he realized that the reason why the Han people are so kind to others is not only because of the cultural heritage of the Han people, but more importantly because of the pride and self-confidence that are ingrained in their bones.

It was precisely because of this pride and self-confidence that the Han people disdained to display their superiority to those from smaller, foreign countries.

After all, have you ever seen a lion showing off to ants?

Of course, if anyone dares to offend this lion, then he must be prepared to face the lion's fangs.

Therefore, in Commodus's mind, the Han people could only be befriended, not offended.

"Weigh anchor, let's follow them and see!"

The enmity between Rome and Parthia runs deep. Commodus, the son of Augustus, was influenced by his father from a young age to regard the Parthians as his greatest enemy.

Now that those Parthians, who are so ignorant of their own mortality, have dared to anger the great man, he will naturally not miss the opportunity to see them suffer.

Like Commodus, many Romans who harbored deep hatred for the Parthians also followed suit.

Chu Qian let the Roman ships that followed go their own way, as it was necessary to show these Romans the strength of the Imperial Navy.

After sailing for about two hours on the dark sea, the Imperial Navy arrived not far from the Parthian naval port.

Just then, a southerly wind began to blow.

Cheng Pu, on the deck, looked up at the imperial flag fluttering in the wind and the Parthian warship anchored three hundred meters away, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Pass down the order: all ballistae are to be aimed at the enemy warships!"

"Here you go!"

The messenger responded loudly, then climbed the command tower, waving two torches in his hands, and relayed the order to attack.

"Load and ignite!"

Under the command of naval officers, oil bombs were loaded onto ballistae and then ignited.

"emission!!"

Amidst the officers' shouts, the three hundred ballistae on the twenty warships fired almost simultaneously.

"My God, the Han Dynasty actually has such a weapon!"

The Romans following behind the fleet couldn't help but gasp in surprise as they watched the "fireballs" launched from the Han fleet.

"Continue firing!!"

The Imperial Navy's offensive did not stop; warships continued to pour out incendiary bombs, illuminating the dark night sky as if it were daytime.

"Is this... is this divine punishment?"

The Parthian navy in the naval port was also stunned by this sudden attack.

Looking at the "fireballs" streaking across the night sky, trailing long, fiery tails, they couldn't help but think it was a punishment from heaven.

Especially those "fire meteors," some of which landed on the sea and immediately burst into flames, seemingly impossible to extinguish, which only intensified their fear.

In the dark night sky, burning oil bombs pierced the darkness and fell into the Parthian military port, where they burst into flames.

Fueled by the wind, the fire spread rapidly into the naval port.

In just a few breaths, the Parthian military port was turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"Gods above, how could the flames launched by the Han Dynasty ignite the seawater?"

"I think perhaps it is the great Taiyi protecting the navy of the Great Han, punishing those Parthians who dared to offend the Great Han!"

The Romans following behind also stared in disbelief at the raging fire burning on the sea.

In their view, the only explanation for all this was the supreme Taiyi, which the Han people believed in.

"Taiyi, protect us! Burn those damned Parthians to death!"

In an instant, all the Romans began to silently chant in their hearts, kicking out the gods such as Zeus from their faith and replacing them with the great Taiyi.

Like the Han Chinese, the Romans were a polytheistic people.

However, the difference is that in the Han Dynasty, people only worship local gods. In the hearts of all the people, the supreme god is always "God of Heaven". As for other gods, they only worship whichever one is needed.

When people need rain, they believe in the Dragon King and the Rain God; when they want wealth, they believe in the God of Wealth.

The beliefs of the Han people are quite flexible and varied.

The gods worshipped by the Romans, however, were far more varied and complex.

When the Romans conquered the Greeks, they also inherited the faith of the Greek gods. However, in subsequent battles, the gods worshipped in the conquered regions were also brought into the temples by the Romans.

Therefore, in the Romans' beliefs, they would worship whichever god was powerful, regardless of the god's divine office or origin.

Now, after witnessing the divinely punishing attack launched by the Han fleet, the Romans subconsciously regarded Taiyi as the most powerful god.

Inside the naval port, Daruk, his face pale, stared at the burning ships and the sea, its surface stained crimson by flames.

Through the blazing firelight, Daruk could vaguely see the Han warships still launching "fireballs" on the distant sea.

"Retreat! Retreat now!!"

Daruk, having forced himself to calm down, began shouting loudly, and led the soldiers stationed at the naval port to abandon the port and all the ships within it, fleeing northwards.

After escaping some distance, Daruk couldn't help but turn back to look.

By this time, the fire had spread to the entire naval port, and the warships anchored at sea were sinking one by one into the icy water amidst the raging flames.

"It's over, this time it's really all over!"

Seeing his warships, on which he depended for survival, all burned to the ground, Daruk's face showed a look of despair.

Previously, Daruk dared to incite his soldiers to join him in raising an army because of his warships.

Even if he couldn't defeat the army under those ministers, he could still lead his navy to great success on the high seas.

But now all his warships are gone, and his 30,000 naval troops have been forced to become land forces. What should he do now?