As the sun broke through the clouds, casting its rays fully upon the ground, Cheng Pu drew his long sword and pointed it at the Parthian army opposite him.

"Everyone, get in!"

With a loud shout from Cheng Pu, ten thousand naval soldiers gripped their weapons and marched in unison toward the Parthian army opposite them.

Tap~ Tap~ Tap~

The sound of ten thousand people marching in unison echoed across the vast wilderness.

Seeing the Han army move, Kemolai, who was watching from the city wall, widened his eyes and stared intently at the Han army's movements.

He considered himself to know a bit about military affairs, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to continuously block Sakqi's army, making the enemy want to get rid of him as soon as possible.

However, the Han army outside the city completely overturned his understanding of the military.

He never imagined that there could be such a disciplined and impeccable army in the world.

Let alone fighting them, just looking at them from afar is enough to inspire awe.

Lord Kenan, standing to the side, exclaimed in admiration, "These Han soldiers move with steady steps and advance and retreat with discipline. A formation of ten thousand men moves as if they were one person. They are truly remarkable!"

"Yes, no wonder General Cheng Pu dared to lead his troops out of the city. With such an elite force, let alone 30,000, he probably wouldn't be afraid even if there were 100,000!" The city lord of Linshan echoed.

The two of them didn't think as much as Kemolai did; they were simply amazed by the Han army's military prowess and hoped that the Han army would defeat the enemy.

Indeed, the Parthian army, which had harmed the people and posed a threat to them, was now considered an enemy.

The Parthian soldiers opposite them couldn't help but show a hint of fear as they watched the Han army begin to move.

In their eyes, the Han army's neat and orderly formation resembled a giant blue beast slowly approaching them. Many timid Parthian soldiers couldn't help but retreat, inevitably causing a small-scale chaos.

Before the two armies even clashed, the Parthian army had already thrown itself into disarray.

"Brothers, the Han army is just standing in a more orderly fashion. In front of our brave Parthian warriors, it's nothing but a show. There's nothing to be afraid of!"

The Han army has already mobilized; we have nowhere to retreat. Only by defeating them can you prove your bravery and obtain the status, wealth, beauties, and everything else you desire.

Although he was also terrified, Morrel, as the commander, managed to remain calm and shouted to reassure the troops.

Upon hearing Morrel's words, the Parthian soldiers quickly quieted down and gripped their weapons tightly.

Seeing this, Morrel breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at the Han army formation that was still slowly approaching.

Not long after, when the Han army had advanced to within 500 paces, Morrel also raised his scimitar and aimed it at the Han army formation.

"Brothers, charge!"

"Kill!"

At Morel's command, the Parthian soldiers roared and charged toward the Han army with their weapons.

"stop!"

Seeing the Parthian army move, Cheng Pu immediately halted the troops and waved his command flag: "All crossbowmen, fire in a crossfire!"

Upon receiving the order, the two thousand crossbowmen in the front row immediately moved in a staggered manner, dividing into two ranks.

The thousand crossbowmen at the front raised their specially made crossbows and aimed them at the Parthian army charging towards them.

When the Parthian army charged to within two hundred paces of the Han army's formation, a horn sounded in the army, and the thousand crossbowmen in the front row simultaneously pulled the triggers of their powerful crossbows.

With a series of sharp twangs, tens of thousands of sharp arrows shot out, like a swarm of locusts, heading straight for the Parthian army.

In an instant, nearly a thousand Parthian soldiers running at the forefront let out miserable groans as they fell to the ground, riddled with arrows.

Before the Parthian army could recover from the volley, the crossbowmen in the front row, who had already fired, stepped back with their crossbows, while the crossbowmen in the second row immediately stepped forward to fill the gap. Then another volley was fired, causing nearly a thousand casualties among the Parthian army once again.

As the soldiers in the front ranks fell to the ground, the Parthian soldiers following behind were caught off guard and tripped over the corpses of their comrades. The already scattered Parthian army formation immediately descended into chaos.

At the same time, the crossbowmen who had fired earlier finished reloading their arrows and returned to the front ranks once again.

This time, due to the closer distance, the arrow volley caused greater damage to the Parthian army. Many Parthian soldiers in the front ranks were directly pierced through the body by sharp arrows, which then shot towards the soldiers behind them.

For a moment, cries of agony rose and fell.

With just four volleys, the Parthian army lost nearly five thousand men.

The central formation of the Han army's square formation was almost pierced by arrows before it even had a chance for close combat.

In an instant, the Parthian soldiers who had been shouting and charging forward stopped in their tracks.

Seeing their comrades lying on the ground, riddled with bullets like hedgehogs, all the Parthian soldiers looked up in fear at the black-painted crossbows in the hands of the Han army.

A thousand people could fire tens of thousands of arrows at once, and inflict such terrible damage on them from two hundred paces away. This terrifying weapon completely overturned their understanding of the world.

For a moment, all the Parthian soldiers felt a sense of powerlessness and considered whether they should just run away.

They could foresee that if things continued this way, they would probably all be shot dead before they even reached the Han army.

"Release the arrows!"

With a loud shout, tens of thousands of arrows once again roared out from the Han army formation.

"Ah~ uh~..."

From the front ranks of the Parthian army, mournful wails rang out once again.

"withdraw!!"

Run!

Awakened by the screams, the Parthian army could no longer hesitate. They cried out in terror and turned to flee.

Many soldiers who were accidentally pushed down had no chance to get up and died tragically at the feet of their comrades.

In an instant, the entire Parthian army was thrown into chaos.

Seeing the Parthian army in disarray, Cheng Pu immediately shouted, "Crossbowmen, retreat! Shieldbearers, advance! Spearmen, hold back! Follow me and kill them all!!"

As soon as Cheng Pu finished speaking, the two thousand crossbowmen in the front row immediately retreated along the passage, while the shield bearers and spearmen in the rear also stepped forward in unison, rapidly advancing towards the Parthian army.

The two thousand crossbowmen who retreated to the rear immediately placed their crossbows on the ground, then drew their standard longswords from their waists and followed.

"kill!!!"

When they were within a hundred paces of the Parthian army, ten thousand Han soldiers simultaneously let out a deafening roar and then quickened their pace to charge forward.

The naval soldiers used the ramming method commonly employed by the Parthians in this attack.

These Han soldiers, wielding large shields, were on average about eight feet tall, at least a head taller than the Parthian soldiers. They were also robust and possessed strength that was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

With a series of loud thuds, the Parthian soldiers, who had always prided themselves on their bravery, were sent flying like kites with broken strings under the impact of the Han army's shield bearers.