The fire in the valley burned until dusk before it was finally extinguished.

Tiramai led his Persian soldiers down the valley, moved the boulders, and began to clean up the battlefield.

Looking at the charred corpses scattered on the ground and the stench of burning flesh in the air, the Persian soldiers showed no discomfort whatsoever; on the contrary, they all wore smiles and looked quite pleased.

More than three hundred years have passed. Countless Persians had previously resisted the Parthian tyranny, but this was the first time the Persians had inflicted such heavy casualties on the Parthians.

The joy of avenging their great humiliation by eliminating nearly 7,000 Parthian soldiers without firing a single shot, especially those who had been bullying and oppressing them, was enough to suppress their physical discomfort.

A soldier approached Tiramay and reported, "Your Highness, not a single Parthian soldier survived in the valley; only over two thousand Parthians escaped from outside the valley!"

"Second Prince, those Parthian remnants will surely leak our army's situation. We must be prepared!" A lieutenant standing beside Tira said with a solemn expression.

"It's alright!"

Tirama waved his hand with a smile: "We were prepared to attack them from the very beginning of our uprising."

If they were to come out on their own initiative, it would save us a lot of trouble, wouldn't it?

The lieutenant nodded: "The second prince is right. What should we do next?"

Tiramay smiled confidently: "Send the order down, the army shall set up camp fifty miles south and await the Parthians' arrival!"

"yes!"

The adjutant agreed and then quickly left.

Subsequently, the Persian army packed its belongings and began its southward march.

...

Meanwhile, the two thousand surviving Parthian soldiers, after a day and night of fleeing, finally escaped back to their camp at noon on the second day.

"Damn it, these Persians are courting death!!"

When Valleon, the commander in charge of guarding the Persians, learned that the soldiers he had sent to collect taxes had been ambushed, he was furious.

Valleão has been stationed here for over ten years, and in his mind, the two million Persians are like cattle and sheep in his own pen.

But now, these cattle and sheep, which he had been slaughtering at his behest, actually dared to resist him?

This was undoubtedly a huge humiliation for Valleão.

Of course, what angered Valleán the most was that not only did he not receive the taxes he was supposed to use to expand his army, but he also lost seven thousand soldiers.

It should be understood that the current turmoil in Parthia presents a golden opportunity for generals like themselves, who are guarding their respective territories, to rise to prominence.

This Persian ambush undoubtedly weakened his strength and extinguished his dream of dominating Parthia, which Valleão absolutely could not tolerate.

"Pass on my order: immediately assemble all soldiers and follow me to crush the Persians! We must plunder all their money and grain, and kill every single one of their men..."

Valleon's roar made the messenger kneeling inside the tent tremble involuntarily.

A lieutenant hurriedly said, "General, since the Persians dared to ambush our men, they must have something to rely on. If we rashly send troops, I'm afraid we might..."

Valleon's face darkened: "What can they possibly rely on? They've simply heard about the chaos in our Parthian Empire and want to take advantage of the situation to start a rebellion."

Our soldiers were specifically formed to deal with them; are we afraid they'll rebel?

The lieutenant said, "General, I have heard that the Persians who were lying in ambush were all carrying bows and arrows, and I suspect that these bows and arrows may very well have come from the Han Kingdom!"

"So what?" Valleon frowned. "The Han army's weapons are more expensive than gold coins. How many can those poor bastards possibly get?"

The deputy continued, "General, I am worried that the Persians have the support of the Han people."

Now, the Han state has declared war on Parthia, and they are very likely to provide a batch of military equipment so that the Persians can cut off Parthia's rear.

"If that's the case, then we can't afford to delay any longer."

The fact that the Han state is willing to provide military support to the Persians proves that they are not yet capable of attacking our Parthian Empire. We must annihilate the Persians before the Han army can act; only in this way can we seize a chance to rise again!

The deputy general's analysis further solidified Valleon's desire to send troops to destroy Persia.

"General..."

The lieutenant was about to speak again when Valleon waved his hand to interrupt him: "Alright, go and do as ordered!"

"yes!"

Seeing that Valleon had made up his mind, the lieutenant had no choice but to agree and then left.

Valéon's order quickly spread throughout the army.

The remaining 30,000-plus Parthian soldiers also began packing their belongings and making various pre-battle preparations.

At the same time, Tiramay also led 30,000 Persian soldiers to a plain.

This place is only a little over a hundred miles away from the Parthian army's encampment.

Tira arrived at a hillside and looked at the vast plain in front of him, as well as the faint outlines of buildings in the distance, and couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

Three hundred years ago, this place was the capital of the Persian Empire, the most prosperous place in the surrounding area, and a sacred place in the hearts of all Persians.

Unfortunately, the Parthians later arrived, the Persian Empire was destroyed, the prosperous capital was ruined, and countless Persians were driven to the north to become slaves kept by the Parthians.

Three hundred years later, although everything here has changed, Tiramay can still vaguely see the scenes of countless ancestors being slaughtered and driven out by the Parthians in those ruins.

"This place will become the land of our Persians' revenge! Damn Parthians, your end has come!"

After muttering something softly, Tira Maiya turned and walked towards the camp, beginning preparations for the upcoming decisive battle.

During his stay in Linhai City, Liu Cheng also arranged for his military advisors to teach Tila Mai some knowledge about marching and setting up camp.

Therefore, under Tiramay's command, the Persian camp was arranged in a very orderly manner.

The Persian soldiers inside the camp were all solemnly wiping their weapons.

The hatred that had been dormant in the blood of the Persians for over three hundred years had finally reached a point where it could be confronted head-on, and everyone was looking forward to tomorrow's battle.

Of course, before the joy of their impending revenge, many Persian soldiers, looking at the weapons from the Han Dynasty in their hands, couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards the Han Dynasty.

Through Tiramay's propaganda, these Persian soldiers also learned that in the far East, there was a wise and benevolent ruler, revered by millions of people, who was showing them compassion and care.

Even if it's just to live up to the expectations of that supreme monarch, we must win tomorrow's battle!