Let's turn our attention to the 10,000 Parthian soldiers.
At this time, after a day's march, the Parthian army arrived at a place fifty miles away from the Persian capital.
However, these Parthian soldiers did not carry siege equipment or supplies, and the hundreds of carts they were pulling were empty. Clearly, they were not there to fight, but to haul goods.
The leading Parthian officer, mounted on horseback, gazed at the distant horizon with a slight smile on his lips.
In the past, every time taxes were levied on the Persians, the Parthian king would appoint officials, who would then be protected by the troops stationed there.
Therefore, many Parthian officers had witnessed how those officials plundered the Persians' money, cattle, sheep, supplies, and women.
Today, the Parthian court is in chaos, and local garrisons are beginning to consolidate their power and act independently.
The general in charge of guarding the Persians would naturally not let this lucrative opportunity slip away to the nobles and officials in the court.
As the saying goes, those above eat meat while those below drink soup. This mission to collect taxes in Persian territory was something this officer had managed to obtain by exhausting his family's wealth and applying to the commander-in-chief.
The Parthian officer couldn't help but laugh out loud at the thought of being able to do whatever he wanted with the Persians.
"Sir, given the state of the court now, doesn't our general have any ideas?" Just as this officer was indulging in his fantasies, his adjutant stepped forward and asked.
"Yes, of course we are! The reason we were sent here to collect taxes in advance is precisely for that position..."
The Parthian officer replied casually, after all, with the Persian taxes, they could take the opportunity to recruit soldiers and expand their strength.
With power comes the right to speak, and even the right to be in charge. Anyone with ambition knows how to do that.
Of course, it was precisely because their generals focused all their attention on the court that they neglected to supervise the Persians, giving them several months to train their troops.
...
Two hours later, ten thousand Parthian soldiers arrived at the entrance of a valley.
This valley is flanked by steep peaks and has a narrow passage that can only allow six or seven people to walk side by side at most, making it a place where one man can hold off ten thousand.
However, the Parthian officer leading the troops did not hesitate at all when faced with such a treacherous valley, and led his soldiers straight into it.
Just as the Parthian army entered the valley, many figures suddenly appeared on the mountain peaks on both sides. These people were Persian soldiers who had arrived there earlier.
Beside these Persian soldiers, there were also large piles of firewood and stones.
Watching the Parthian army advance into the valley, Tirama sneered, then ordered his men, "Pass down the order: once the Parthian army has entered the valley, immediately drop rocks to block the entrance, then slaughter these damned bastards!"
"yes!"
The subordinate agreed and quickly left.
Soon, Tiramay's order spread throughout the army. All the soldiers either drew their bows and nocked arrows or held wood, firewood and stones in their hands, their eyes fixed on the Parthian army below.
Before long, nearly 70% of the Parthian army had entered the valley.
The Parthian officer in charge looked up at the narrow strip of sky above and frowned.
"What's wrong, sir?" asked the adjutant standing beside him.
“Something’s not right!” the Parthian officer said solemnly. “We’ve traveled this far, and there hasn’t been a single chirp or bird call in this vast valley. It’s far too quiet!”
Upon hearing this, the subordinate was slightly taken aback: "Sir, are you saying there might be people above the valley? Those Persians shouldn't dare to ambush us, right?"
"It's best to be careful!" The Parthian officer immediately ordered, "Take some men and go out of the valley first to check it out!"
"yes!"
The adjutant agreed and then called to several cavalrymen, who galloped toward the exit.
"Not good!" Upon seeing this, Tiramai, standing above the valley, exclaimed, "Pass on my order: throw stones! Kill all these guys in the valley first!"
"yes!"
The subordinate agreed and immediately took off the horn from his waist.
"Waaaaah~!"
A series of horn calls suddenly rang out, sounding particularly jarring in the valley.
The Parthian officer's expression changed drastically the moment he heard the bugle call.
When he realized the danger, it was too late. Looking up, he saw countless Persians on the mountain peaks on both sides.
"There's an ambush! Retreat immediately!!"
Upon seeing the bows, arrows, firewood, and stones in the Persians' hands, the Parthian officer also let out a hysterical roar.
He hadn't expected that these Persians would be so bold as to ambush him here.
At the same time, the Parthian soldiers in the valley also saw the Persians above the valley.
Unfortunately, these soldiers were all in a narrow valley, with the vine-covered mountain walls on both sides squeezing them into a long column.
The Parthian army, which had always been poorly trained, immediately panicked, some speeding towards the exit ahead, others turning around and running wildly towards the entrance.
"Shoot arrows, throw stones, light fires..."
Just as the Parthian army was in chaos, shouts came from above.
"not good……"
Before the Parthian officer could finish speaking, thousands of arrows whistled down, casting an overwhelming shadow like locusts.
Before the sudden attack could be completed, hundreds of Parthian soldiers were shot down.
In an instant, blood splattered everywhere, and cries of agony echoed through the valley.
Before the Parthian army could react, huge rocks came crashing down from the valley entrance, completely sealing off the already narrow opening in the blink of an eye.
Including the officer, nearly seven thousand Parthian soldiers were trapped in the valley.
Just as the three thousand Parthian soldiers outside the valley were about to go forward to check the situation, they saw countless arrows flying down from above the valley, and several hundred Parthian soldiers standing at the front were immediately riddled with arrows.
"Run!!"
Upon seeing the densely packed Persian soldiers wielding bows and arrows above the valley, the surviving Parthian soldiers outside the valley immediately turned and fled.
Meanwhile, the Parthian soldiers trapped in the valley looked on in despair at the countless pieces of firewood and torches falling from above.
Before setting off, they came with the intention of doing whatever they wanted and having a good time. Who would have thought that instead of enjoying themselves, they would meet their deaths?
As the raging fire spread through the valley, nearly seven thousand Parthian soldiers let out desperate cries.
Watching the Parthian soldiers struggle and wail in the flames, the Persian soldiers above the valley all wore expressions of satisfaction after their revenge.
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