Seeing that the Han army had already reached them, many Parthian soldiers, knowing they had no hope of escape, fought back with bloodshot eyes.

But after a brief struggle, the Parthian soldiers turned away in despair and continued their escape.

Because the Parthian soldiers discovered that they simply could not break through the Han army's shield formation.

The rows of large shields, lined up like a moving steel wall, smashed into their comrades, breaking their bones and causing them to cough up blood.

Those who were lucky enough not to be knocked away were pierced through by the spears protruding from behind the shield formation.

The two armies had only been engaged for a quarter of an hour when the Parthian army lost more than three thousand men again.

"Change formation! Annihilation!!"

Seeing that the Parthian army had completely lost its will to fight, Cheng Pu in the ranks issued another order.

Soon, the orders were relayed down the ranks, and the once unified army formation suddenly dispersed. Under the leadership of their respective squad leaders, they formed five-man battle formations consisting of two shield bearers, two spearmen, and one crossbowman with a sword.

Shield bearers are in front, spearmen are behind, and crossbowmen are in the middle. The five of them work together, with shield bearers blocking wounds, spearmen charging in, and crossbowmen finishing off the enemies.

Even when facing a dozen or more enemies, this five-person battle formation can advance and retreat with ease and confidence.

Moreover, the various battle formations were interconnected and closely coordinated, dividing and annihilating the chaotic Parthian army.

Before long, the chaotic Parthian army was divided into dozens of areas of varying sizes, and then, under the continuous attacks of the Han army, Parthian soldiers fell in droves.

"My God, the Han army is not only terrifying in long-range weapons, but I never imagined they would be so formidable in close combat as well!"

"Yes, ten thousand men not only defeated more than twenty thousand men without them being able to fight back, but they also managed to divide and encircle the enemy forces!"

"The might of the Han army is probably unmatched!"

The onlookers on the city wall were amazed to see the Han army displaying its might and crushing the 30,000 enemy troops.

Even Kemolai's eyes were now filled with awe. In his eyes, this Han army was invincible in the world, and numbers were no longer of any use to them.

Those watching from the city walls were amazed by the strength of the Han army, and also felt fortunate for their decision to join them.

The people on the city walls all wore smiles, while the Parthian soldiers facing the Han army on the battlefield were gripped by deep fear.

Morrel, who was in charge of commanding the Parthian army, retreated to the rear with his two hundred personal guards the moment the Han army charged forward.

Now, looking at the Parthian army that had been cut off and surrounded, Morrel knew that he had been completely defeated.

Just then, ten battle formations, each consisting of fifty Han soldiers, broke away from the battlefield and charged toward Morel.

"General, let's retreat quickly!"

"Yes, if we don't leave now, it will be too late!"

Although they had two hundred men, four times the number of the Han army, their guards had no courage to resist and all wanted to retreat as soon as possible.

"withdraw!"

Morrel was so frightened that he lost his composure, shouted, and then turned and ran.

After their arduous journey, they were utterly exhausted, but in the face of the fear of death, they unleashed unimaginable power. They ran with incredible speed, disappearing from the sight of the Han soldiers in no time.

"Alright, no need to chase anymore!"

Seeing that Morrel had already run far away, one of the staff officers leading the group raised his hand and then led the pursuing troops back to the battlefield.

Another quarter of an hour passed, and by then only a little over ten thousand Parthian troops remained on the battlefield.

"No...don't kill me, I surrender!!"

In the center of the battlefield, a Parthian officer looked at the soldiers falling around him, roared in despair, and then knelt on the ground.

Upon seeing the man kneel and surrender, the Han soldiers withdrew their spears that were about to thrust out.

"I surrender too... Don't kill me!"

Upon seeing this, the Parthian soldiers around them also threw down their weapons.

Like dominoes, it wasn't long before all ten thousand-plus Parthian soldiers who had survived the battle knelt on the ground.

On the battlefield, Cheng Pu wiped the blood from his face, looked at the Parthian soldiers kneeling all over the ground, and then raised his military sword and shouted: "The Han army is mighty!"

"The Han army is mighty!!"

The naval soldiers immediately raised their weapons and shouted in unison.

The roars of the Han soldiers, filled with the glory of their great victory, echoed like rolling thunder, reverberating in all directions.

The Parthian soldiers kneeling on the ground trembled and lowered their heads even further.

On the city wall, listening to the roars from the battlefield and looking at the Parthian corpses scattered on the ground, Kemolai couldn't help but clench his fist and shout, "The Han army is mighty!"

"The Han army is mighty!!"

Upon hearing Kemolai's shout, the others on the city wall who had witnessed the entire battle also cheered.

They've already joined the Han army; they're one of us now. There's nothing wrong with cheering for our own people.

Subsequently, under the arrangement of Kemolai and others, 35,000 able-bodied men in the city also went out to assist the Han army in cleaning up the battlefield.

Seeing the Parthian soldiers kneeling on the ground, many young and strong civilians could not hide their anger and wished they could rush forward immediately and tear the Parthian soldiers to pieces.

However, out of consideration for the Han army, these able-bodied people suppressed their anger.

About an hour later, the battlefield was finally cleaned up, and an operations staff officer came to Cheng Pu with a battle damage report.

"General, in this battle our army suffered 124 dead and 571 wounded."

They killed or wounded more than 16,700 enemy soldiers and captured more than 13,100.

They also seized a large amount of wealth from the Parthian soldiers, equivalent to 200,000 silver coins!

"Sigh... I never imagined there would be so many casualties?"

Upon hearing the figures compiled by the operations staff, Cheng Pu couldn't help but sigh, a hint of shame appearing on his face.

"Forehead……"

Hearing Cheng Pu's sigh, the operations staff officer was also taken aback.

With 10,000 against 30,000, and in a head-on confrontation, the casualty ratio was 600 to 16,000. Such a victory would be an unprecedented triumph anywhere, worthy of being recorded in history. However, his general's worried and sighing appearance really puzzled him.

Seeing the puzzled look on the operations staff officer's face, Cheng Pu said solemnly, "We are far from the Han Dynasty, fighting overseas. Every soldier's life is precious. Now so many have died at once. It breaks my heart!"

"The general is right. However, this demonstration of our army's might means that our soldiers won't have to fight like this again in the future!"

The operations staff nodded, then asked, "General, what should we do with those prisoners?"

"Kill them! Cut off their heads and build a mound of skulls!"