Chapter 3587
Overflowing Attack
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Unfortunately, Babak has none of all of what Duan Yun possesses, and in fact, he is far inferior to him.
It has neither a body that has fused various defensive talents into its body, nor thick armor that inspires awe, nor a will that shines bright enough to sublimate the soul of a soldier.
Faced with the attack of the Tenth Knight, there was not much that Babak could do, in fact, very little.
The Babak Legion's soldiers' lack of skill allowed Babak, who personally participated in and experienced the war, to quickly realize the level of their opponents.
They were not as strong, fast, or skilled as their opponents, and even their talents were less effective.
Given such a significant gap, how can the two sides bridge it?
It is clear that there is absolutely no way to make up for it.
However, as a general of Parthia and the Burning Legion, Babak knew very well what he should do and what the entire legion should do in the current situation!
"In that case, let's go all out!" Realizing that a stalemate and a battle of skills would be tantamount to suicide, Babak issued his final order, instructing all soldiers of the Babak Legion to unleash their most extreme offensive power.
There's no need to worry about survival or minimizing casualties; the only thing to do is launch the attack.
Whether it's fighting to the death or risking injury, as long as you can severely injure the opponent, there's a possibility of killing them.
And as long as there is a possibility of eliminating the opponent, there is naturally a possibility of severely injuring them.
Given the current troop strength of both sides, Babak, whose forces are at a complete disadvantage, knows very well that they cannot defeat the Tenth Knights Legion.
With fewer than two thousand men, Babak faced the Tenth Knights, who numbered over four thousand. There was only one path he could take.
That means attacking, attacking with all your might, inflicting more casualties on the enemy, and reducing the pressure on friendly forces.
When the entire legion's soldiers are primarily focused on attack, even to the point of risking their lives, then the nature of the situation becomes completely different.
In terms of attack methods alone, Babak may not have as many as the Tenth Knights Legion, but these methods are sufficient to defeat an opponent.
Even the Tenth Knight would die if he were hit by such a pure attack.
Even with miraculous methods, one could shift damage to the past, the future, or even deflect it, but these methods are ultimately powerless when faced with overflowing damage.
Therefore, even though the Tenth Knight's strength had surpassed the world's limit and he had demonstrated absolute skill, speed, and power in his attacks, surpassing the Babak Legion in overall strength, he still paid a considerable price.
"As expected, we've been neglecting our training. We've lost face so badly in front of His Majesty Caesar!" Looking at Babak, whom he had just killed, Virginio sheathed his knight's cross lance, glanced at his own losses, and his face darkened considerably.
As the tenth knight who firmly supports and embraces His Majesty Caesar, he did his utmost to reach the battlefield as quickly as possible the moment Caesar appeared.
By order of His Majesty Caesar, and in obedience to the orders of Emperor Severus, we shall undertake the main force to crush the Babak Legion.
As a result of the Babak Legion's violent counterattack, the Tenth Knight failed to eliminate the enemy as quickly as possible. Instead, they lost nearly five hundred men in the counterattack. "We haven't gone all out in a long time. We've become complacent..." Vincenzo nodded helplessly in response to his knight officer's complaint.
Their current achievements and losses are indeed quite different from those of the former Tenth Knight.
I truly feel guilty facing His Majesty Caesar with the current results and losses.
The tenth knight presented before His Majesty Caesar must be the strongest legion and the sharpest blade under Caesar's command.
However, they seem to be some distance away from this goal.
The outbreak of the Second Trajan's Legion and the rise of Parthia's Ardashir Legion proved that they were not the only Legions of Miracles.
The Flying Bear Army they faced earlier proved that even if it wasn't a miracle legion, it still possessed the power to fight against legions that surpassed the world's limits.
Although that suit of armor was indeed a bit too outrageous, the fact that the opponent could bear it showed their ability and strength.
The fact that the Han Empire could afford to support them demonstrates its wealth and power.
Therefore, even though it was only by relying on the strength provided by the external armor that he was able to fight against them, Virginio never complained.
After all, weapons are a soldier's second life, so it's reasonable for them to have stronger armor.
"What are the next orders?" Virginio, having recovered somewhat, asked directly what to do next. "Attack Volognes V, or Atlastomé? Or perhaps there are no orders to attack, and we are sent to protect His Majesty Caesar!"
As for the Ardashir Legion, which was positioned on the outermost line and blocked by the First Auxiliary Legion, Virginio completely ignored it.
At least they possess decent battlefield judgment and identification abilities, and are very clear about the distance between the two armies, making them not entities that can be engaged in a short period of time.
Moreover, the First Auxiliary Legion has trained for so long, just to wait for a powerful opponent, so that they can have the opportunity and ability to go further.
In this situation, their running over was not only a slap in their own face, but also a slap in the face of the top support player.
After glancing at the Ardashir Legion, which had suffered more than half its losses, and then at the First Support, which had lost nearly 40%, Virginio already understood who would emerge victorious if the two sides continued their deadly battle.
If Ardashir fights to the death and refuses to retreat, the First Auxiliary Legion, even at the cost of more than 60% of its strength, will most likely be able to win the war.
As long as the Ardashir Legion can be defeated, the surviving soldiers of the First Auxiliary Legion will be able to break free from the shackles of self-imposed isolation and gain power beyond the limits of the world, truly becoming beings who can forge a path forward in the realm of power.
But would Ardashir really go to such lengths?
“We’re going to attack Atlatomé. They’re acting strangely, something’s not right with them…” Vincenzo glanced at the Fifth Legion’s messenger beside him and pointed out the next target.
"Atragime's condition?" Upon hearing this, Virginio immediately focused his gaze on Atragime, his brow furrowing as he observed the willpower emanating from the other's body. (End of Chapter)