The next day, before dawn, all the Persian soldiers got up early to make their final preparations for battle.

As the sun rose in the east, the 32,000 Persian soldiers were all ready for the Parthian army to arrive.

About an hour later, Valleon led 30,000 Parthian troops away from the camp.

It wasn't until the two armies were only twenty miles apart that Vallean's scouts discovered the situation of the Persian army.

"Good, these Persians are preparing for revenge!"

Upon learning that the Persian army was stationed at the ruins of the former capital of the Persian Empire, Valleon couldn't help but sneer.

The adjutant stepped forward and said, "General, the Persians are well-rested and waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out. Should we rest for a while before advancing?"

"No need. They're just a herd of livestock. No matter how well they wait for the enemy to tire themselves out, they can't possibly defeat us, a pack of tigers and wolves!"

Valleon waved his hand arrogantly. In his view, the Persians had been oppressed for more than three hundred years and had been living on the verge of starvation in recent years. Without a large amount of material support, it would be impossible for them to train a strong army in just a few months.

In his eyes, the 30,000 Persian soldiers were nothing more than 30,000 skinny cattle and sheep.

When the Parthian army was less than five miles away, Tiramay also led the Persian army to begin setting up defenses within the camp.

The 10,000 archers were divided into two ranks and all came to the back of the stockade wall. Behind the archers were the spearmen.

The 10,000 infantrymen and 2,000 armored soldiers were left at the rear as reserves.

Just as the Persian army completed its deployment, the Parthian army arrived a kilometer away.

Valleon, who was walking ahead, couldn't help but laugh when he saw the Persian army's formation.

In his eyes, although the Persian army's camp was well-organized, the Persian soldiers were all emaciated and pale. Not to mention their uniforms, their clothes were all tattered and torn, making them look like a peasant army.

Looking through the cracks in the stockade wall at the weapons in the hands of the Persian army, Valleon felt not the slightest worry, but rather a surge of greed.

No matter how good the weapon is, it's useless if it's in the hands of a herd of livestock.

Valleon believed that although his soldiers were not the most elite, defeating the Persian army would not be a problem. As long as he could seize all the weapons, his strength would definitely rise to a new level.

Subsequently, Vallean also began to direct his soldiers to surround the Persian camp.

However, during the siege, Valleon deliberately exposed many weaknesses in order to lure the Persian army into launching an offensive against them.

However, Tiramay remained quietly watching Parthia's movements, never launching an attack despite the chaos in the enemy's formation.

Although the Persian soldiers were full of confidence and determined to fight to the death, Tiramay also knew that the physical condition of his soldiers was indeed his weakness.

Although the Persian king had previously devoted the entire nation's resources to providing food and drink for his soldiers, Tiramay devoted most of his medical resources to the two thousand armored soldiers.

As for the Persian soldiers, they were still only guaranteed two meals a day, and their physical condition had only recovered to half the level of a normal person. Compared with the Parthian soldiers, they were still far behind.

Therefore, Tiramay would never dare to launch an attack.

All he could do was wait for the Parthian army to launch an attack, then rely on the camps and weapons provided by the Han army to wear down the enemy's numbers, and finally launch a decisive battle.

Looking at the Persian army standing guard in the camp, Valleon felt a little disappointed, but also a hint of contempt.

Soon, the encirclement was completed, and Valleon dispatched 5,000 Parthian troops in the central route to attack the south gate of the Persian camp.

The initial phase went very smoothly, and the Parthian army advanced to within a hundred paces of the camp in one go.

Tila Mai, inside the camp, remained silent. Although the Han army's arrows could kill enemies 150 paces away, his archers, due to physical limitations, could not draw the Han army's large bows to their full extent and could only let the enemy get close before firing.

Just as the Parthian army approached the Persian camp by sixty paces, Thiram finally ordered the arrows to be fired.

The first batch of 5,000 archers immediately stepped forward, laboriously drawing back the Han army's large bows. 5,000 sharp arrows whistled out, turning the first few hundred Parthian soldiers into pincushions, while the Parthian soldiers behind them immediately lay on the ground.

Many Parthian soldiers also took out their bows and arrows and began to counterattack the Persian army.

However, because the Persian army was hiding behind the fortified walls, the Parthian counterattack did not cause the Persian army much damage.

Taking advantage of this opening, the Parthian army immediately got up and charged towards the camp again.

Just as they rushed to within thirty paces of the camp, the Persian archers once again drew their bows and fired five thousand arrows.

Although this time, due to the closer proximity, the Parthian army suffered greater losses, many Parthian soldiers still managed to get close to the stockade walls.

However, just as they approached the stockade wall, they were suddenly pierced by a spear that shot out from the ground, and they fell to the ground with a wail.

The attack lasted less than half an hour, resulting in heavy casualties for the Parthian army. After leaving behind more than a thousand corpses, they retreated in disarray.

Valleón had anticipated this outcome; a tough battle is never an easy task.

However, through this probing, Valleon also discovered the weaknesses of the Persian army.

Although the Han army's bows and arrows were very powerful, they also required a lot of physical strength from the soldiers. The Persian archers were clearly unqualified, and could only last for three shots before they were exhausted. This was undoubtedly good news for Valleão.

While allowing the retreating soldiers to rest in the rear, Valleon immediately issued the order for a general offensive.

Twenty-five thousand Parthian soldiers launched a simultaneous attack on the Persian camp from three directions.

Just as Valleon had guessed, the Persian archers could only withstand three volleys before their arms ached and they could no longer fight.

Although nearly two thousand Parthian soldiers were shot dead, the remaining Parthian soldiers, seeing that the threat of arrows was gone, were greatly encouraged.

Soon, the battle had shifted from initial probing to fierce close combat.

In an instant, the sounds of battle shook the heavens as more than 20,000 Parthian troops launched a frenzied attack on the three gates of the Persian camp, like a giant black wave crashing against the Persian army's camp wave after wave.

Despite their physical exhaustion and torment, the Persian soldiers, upon hearing the battle cries of the Parthian army, showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, they gritted their teeth, gripped their spears tightly, and thrust them toward the enemy troops approaching the camp.