Chapter 3601
Let's Fight!
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As the commander of the First Auxiliary Legion of Rome, Alessandro was well aware that the First Auxiliary Legion's massive size was built upon generations of diligent training and expansion.
Once the size of the First Auxiliary Legion exceeded the upper limit of a regular legion, the growth of the entire legion's troop numbers gradually leveled off.
When the legion's numbers were twice that of the other legions, in order to better continue developing, training, and honing its skills, Alessandro sought to reorganize the Eighth Augustus Legion.
On the surface, it was the Eighth Augustus of the Eagle Banner Legion, but in reality, it was just a reserve legion of the First Auxiliary.
It is precisely because of this reserve that the Roman First Auxiliary Legion, which appears to have only a little over 10,000 men, can actually replenish its troops and replenish its losses quickly under special circumstances.
Without the pressure of backup and troop size, Alessandro, leading the entire First Auxiliary Legion of Rome and Ardashir, fought fiercely and mercilessly, without any complicated feelings or opinions.
However, the Eighth Augustus suffered heavy losses on the battlefield, and very few soldiers survived. Although the surviving soldiers had extremely strong fighting spirit and combat skills, enough to be directly added to the First Auxiliary Legion, this also meant that the reserve soldiers of the First Auxiliary Legion were almost completely wiped out.
This means that all the First Auxiliary Legion soldiers who sacrificed their lives in this battle, and the troops that were lost, will be difficult to replenish in a short period of time.
Especially as the war continued, and casualties on both sides increased, the defensive line built by Alessandro and his legion became increasingly weak.
Facing a formidable opponent, the soldiers of the First Auxiliary Legion gradually grow stronger through constant battles and skirmishes, pushing themselves to the limit of the world's power and unleashing even greater strength and power.
However, this greater strength is not fundamentally much different from the Ardashir Legion.
It was originally something that could be killed with one punch, and it still can be killed with one punch now.
However, the situation was completely different for Ardashir's legions.
After breaking through the world's upper limit, there are no longer any constraints or limitations on hard power, and combat strength, attack speed, and even combat skills are rapidly enhanced.
Certain combat techniques applied in single-player arenas can directly affect these miraculous soldiers, enabling them to unleash even greater combat power.
As for the consequences of using these secret techniques, through the terrifying power of miracles, some were thrown into the past, some into the future, and some were even directly suppressed into the present, in exchange for an even more extreme outburst.
The different approaches and speeds of growth of both sides have led to increasingly higher casualties on both sides as the battles continue.
It was precisely because Alessandro was actually involved in the battlefield and noticed these changes in casualties that his expression grew increasingly grim.
Nearly a century of training and accumulation has forged Rome's largest three-talented legion, but even so, when they truly faced the Miracle Legion, everything they displayed was ultimately beyond their reach!
Even so, Alessandro did not feel much despair.
Nearly a century of effort had not been in vain. As the largest of Rome's three elite legions, the First Auxiliary Legion could withstand battle losses, and even extremely high losses. "Continue!" Wiping the wounds from his face, Alessandro stared intently at Ardashir, roared, and launched another attack.
The First Auxiliary Legion, having lost over 40%, also successfully wiped out nearly 70% of the Ardashir Legion, bringing the ratio of troop losses between the two sides to 1.5:1.
This means that if Ardashir fights to the death, Alessandro would have to suffer nearly 70% casualties in the First Auxiliary Legion in order to achieve victory.
Since victory is already assured, don't hesitate, just attack!
Having been slashed and left with a wound on his cheek, Alessandro completely put aside his inner thoughts and faced his opponent with unprecedented seriousness.
This was the war in which the First Auxiliary Legion of Rome suffered its greatest losses in nearly a century, bar none!
“It’s over!” Xu Shu sighed softly as he watched the banners of the Roman Emperor’s Guard approach the Parthian banner.
While the battle raged on the outskirts of Ardashir, Atalanta in the center of the battlefield continued its assault on the Roman Emperor Severus. However, as the core of Parthia, Vologius V, leading the entire Parthian Guard, was unable to stop the Roman Emperor's legion of guards from charging forward.
The Immortal Guards, hastily mobilized from the rear guard, did indeed possess extremely strong regenerative and defensive capabilities, but their breakthrough ability and movement speed were too slow. Due to the Roman army's delay, they were unable to break through the Roman army's defenses, link the army with the Parthian Guards, and protect Volognes V.
"Yes, it's over!" Looking at the situation on the battlefield, Sima Yi, realizing that there would be no more surprises, breathed a sigh of relief.
On the battlefield at that moment, Perennis looked at Vologius V, who was less than ten steps away, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.
Despite being so close, with shouts of battle and even blood potentially splattering on him, Vologus V did not retreat at all, nor did he sway in the slightest.
"Your Majesty the Parthian Emperor! As an opponent, please allow the commander of the Roman Praetorian Guard to express his respect!" Perennis slowly formed a Roman salute, showing his respect for the Parthian Emperor, which could also be considered sending him on his way in advance.
Seeing Perennis's actions, Vologus V glanced sideways at the Parthian banner beside him and sighed softly.
The victor is king, the loser is villain; that's just how it should be!
"Come and fight!" Vologius V raised his spear and pointed it directly at Perennis, saying without hesitation.
Vorogenis was well aware of Perennis's personal abilities.
Whether it's a one-on-one fight or a group brawl, he could never be a match for his opponent.
However, as the Parthian emperor, Vologus V could not accept surrender, a humiliating surrender!
Perennis's refusal to use words of persuasion or insults already demonstrated Rome's respect for him.
As the emperor of Parthia, how could he possibly allow Parthia to lose face?
What does it matter if I die on the battlefield?
Parthian soldiers could die on the battlefield, and so could he, as the Parthian emperor! (End of Chapter)