Monan Port was originally the largest naval port in Parthia and also the main base of the Parthian navy.
At this time, the naval port had changed hands. A flagpole about two zhang tall stood in the port, and on the flagpole, a large banner with the Chinese character "Han" on a red background and black border fluttered in the wind.
Outside the military camp, two squads of Imperial Navy soldiers, one every five steps, stood silently in formation on both sides of the road like javelins.
Not far away, Wei Gula, who had been ordered to negotiate, couldn't help but swallow hard when he saw such a scene.
Previously, he only thought that the strength of the Han navy relied on its huge warships and the crossbows on board.
But after seeing the Han soldiers, his opinion changed.
The Han Chinese navy soldiers were all tall and imposing, at least half a head taller than us.
Especially striking were the white and blue armor worn by the Han soldiers, the long spears gleaming in their hands, the standard long swords at their waists, and the specially made crossbows on their backs.
The equipment on this ordinary soldier alone is much better than that on these officers.
Wei Gula could imagine that even without those giant ships and crossbows, the Han navy could still rout them.
As Vigula and his entourage approached, the Imperial Navy soldiers lined up on both sides of the road turned their heads to look at them, raising their spears and crossing them to form a spear corridor.
This ritual of having the other party perform a ritual from under one's weapon has no other meaning than simply showing off one's power.
As Wei Gu La and his group were walking, they stopped in their tracks the moment the imperial soldiers looked over. The murderous gazes of the Han soldiers sent chills down his spine.
Seeing the Parthian envoys hesitate, the Imperial Navy soldiers shouted in unison, "Please!!"
The clear and resounding voices echoed across the vast wilderness, causing Wei Gula's heart to tremble.
Looking at the camp that had originally belonged to their side, Wei Gu La took a deep breath, then lowered his head and walked forward. He selectively avoided looking at the gazes cast by the Han soldiers on both sides and the spears overhead.
Before long, Wei Gula and his group also arrived at the camp gate.
A naval staff officer who was waiting there glanced at Vigula and said indifferently, "Come with me!"
After saying that, he walked towards the central command tent on his own. Wei Gula did not dare to say anything and quickly followed him.
As he walked, Wei Gula glanced around with his eyes slanted.
There, squads of Imperial Navy soldiers patrolled the camp in neat rows, their armor and equipment identical to those of the soldiers outside the camp.
The Imperial Navy soldiers marched in a straight line, their steps perfectly synchronized, a sight that left Vegula in awe.
In his mind, even the king's elite guards could not break out of this formation.
The Han navy soldiers would be absolutely invincible if they were on land.
"Prepare!!"
Just as Wei Gu was lost in thought, a roar reached his ears.
Following the sound, Wei Gu La looked and saw a group of fifty Han soldiers in the center of the camp, holding specially made crossbows, aiming at a row of wooden stakes three hundred paces away. All the stakes were covered with armor that only Parthian officers were qualified to wear.
"Release the arrows!!"
At the officer's shout, fifty Imperial Navy soldiers simultaneously pulled the triggers of their crossbows.
Fifty powerful crossbows crackled and popped, and five hundred sharp bolts shot out, hurtling straight toward the wooden stakes.
In the blink of an eye, the crossbow bolts flew to the target, pierced through the armor, and embedded themselves in the wooden stakes. Each stake was hit by at least seven crossbow bolts.
The scene before him caused Wei Gula's pupils to shrink, his eyes filled with horror.
In his understanding, even the strongest bow in Parthia had an effective range of only two hundred paces. Once it exceeded two hundred paces, the arrows shot out would no longer have any power.
However, the crossbows in the hands of those Han soldiers could not only reach three hundred paces, but could also directly penetrate the armor worn by Parthian officers.
The most terrifying thing is that this powerful crossbow can fire ten arrows at the same time.
Such a terrifying weapon was beyond Vegula's imagination.
If placed on the battlefield, as long as the Han army has enough arrows, even if facing an enemy ten times their size, they can still win with their powerful crossbows.
Thinking of this, Wei Gu La felt both fear and a stronger resolve to surrender to the Han Kingdom.
In his view, the strength of the Han army had exceeded everyone's imagination. Even if the country sent a large army, the Han army could protect them and even lead them to unimaginable glory.
The staff officer walking in front glanced at Wei Gula and a slight smile appeared on his lips.
What the Imperial Navy has shown today is just the tip of the iceberg, but it is enough to make the Parthian Navy dare not have any other thoughts.
Before long, Wei Gu La and his party followed the staff officer to the central command tent.
Inside the main tent, Chu Qian, the envoy of the Han Dynasty, sat in the main seat, with Jian Shuo sitting beside him.
Naval commanders such as Cheng Pu, Huang Gai, and Ling Cao lined up on either side of the main tent.
Upon entering the main tent, Wei Gula bowed respectfully to Chu Qian, who sat at the head of the table: "I am Wei Gula, paying my respects to the angel of the superior nation!"
"No need for formalities!" Chu Qian waved his hand, then asked in a deep voice, "What brings you all here today?"
"In reply to the angel, I have come on the orders of my general Daruk to discuss surrendering to your army."
Previously, we were unaware of the might of your army and have offended you in many ways.
General Daruk now wishes to surrender his 30,000-strong navy to your esteemed army, and offers all the ports and supplies in the Parthian Sea. He hopes your army will accept him…
"surrender?"
Upon hearing Wei Gula's words, Chu Qian raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "Is this the general's idea, or the King of Parthia's idea?"
Vigula said solemnly, "In reply to the angel, this is the will of all our naval soldiers."
Chu Qian's eyes narrowed, and his tone turned icy: "So, you're planning to betray your own country?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Gula felt a tremor in his heart. He knew that the other party must have been extremely disgusted by those who betrayed him.
After all, in the minds of a normal person, an army that can betray its own country will surely betray others in the future, and no one would want to accept such a team.
"In reply to the angel, it is not that we have betrayed the country, but that our king and his ministers have given us no way to survive..."
Subsequently, Wei Gu La told Chu Qian about the conflict between the ministers and the navy.
"Hmm, I see. If that's the case, then your decision to surrender is understandable!"
After hearing Wei Gu La's explanation, Chu Qian's face regained its usual smile.
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