Mythical Three Kingdoms

"If, as the General said, the Thirteen Roses Legion is so important, then Benito would definitely do it if he thought of it. After all, there are no other choices; if we are completely destroyed, it would be better to take us down with him. As for whether the flooding of Mesopotamia would result in a military tribunal?" Sima Yi sneered.

Going to a military tribunal would not only spell disaster for oneself, but the whole family would be implicated. It would be better to destroy all the Parthians entirely. Even if they’re finished, they would be considered heroes and not face trial. As for the Thirteen Roses Legion’s issue, the people are dead, and they died in battle, even dragging the Parthian Emperor down with them. Can you really hold that accountable?

Thus, in Sima Yi’s opinion, if Benito isn’t an idiot or has the brains to think of this, he would definitely choose the latter, especially if he could take the Parthian Emperor down with him. Not only would it not be a loss, but it would be a huge gain.

"To say it like this makes sense. I intend to lead the army to forcefully cross the Tigris River." Sassanid Fars decisively declared, "First we’ll drive this bastard out of the Two Rivers region, then occupy this place. Thank you both for the clarification."

"No need to be polite, we are allies, and helping allies is only natural." Zhuge Liang said calmly.

Sassanid Fars immediately ordered a council of military generals and informed all the officers of Sima Yi’s speculation. Instantly, everyone felt a chill. Although Inner Qi Manifestation could fly, they weren’t afraid of that, but if this army of over a hundred thousand was wiped out, Parthia would be finished.

These people were all staunch supporters of Vologases V. If the Imperial Family’s power was completely lost, the Seven Great Nobles, including the one who previously sided with Vologases V, would rebel. For the nobles, face is worth nothing compared to interests.

"Thank you, General Sima." Sassanid Fars stood and made a somewhat clumsy Han Dynasty salute to Sima Yi. The other generals also stood to thank him.

"Starting tomorrow, everyone cuts down trees. In three days, I want to be on the river’s far bank!" Sassanid Fars roared the order. Stirred by Sima Yi’s words, everyone realized that the more they delayed, the more dangerous it became, so Sassanid Fars demanded this matter be resolved within three days.

All the Parthian generals expressed with fiery eyes that they would definitely reach the other side of the river in three days. Compared to the massive loss of the entire army being annihilated, the loss of boats was trivial. They would certainly reach the opposite bank in three days.

It’s undeniable that Sassanid Fars was indeed decisive, to the point that the legion under his command exhibited almost the same quality. Once he issued the order, the entire army frantically went into the forest to chop down large trees.

"Sigh, the Parthian Army’s commander just lacks a strategist. He’s someone who can take others’ advice and execute it with great determination. If someone like him could have a strategist, it would be hard to handle," Zhuge Liang said to Sima Yi after leaving the tent, to which Sima Yi sneered.

"Hmph, they’re still far off; they don’t even know to defend the river in such clear terrain," Sima Yi said with a mocking smile.

"They are different from us. There are no large rivers in Parthia to use for water attacks," Zhuge Liang shook his head, "while in the Central Plains, this tactic has been used to the point of being overdone. Not to mention long ago, recently, Kuai Yue furiously dug at the Yangtze River, blocking it so quickly that half of Jing-Xiang was flooded."

"If both rivers were simultaneously dug, the flood would surely be enough to drown everyone," Sima Yi said coldly, then turned to leave. But a few steps away, he came back, looking at Zhuge Liang, "Did you learn it?"

"What?" Zhuge Liang said expressionlessly.

"Hmph, you sneaky learner of the secret techniques." Sima Yi sneered with a flick of his sleeve. He taught Cao Zhen for so long, Cao Zhen didn’t learn it, yet Zhuge Liang, listening here and there, somehow learned it.

"Do you need me to compensate you?" Zhuge Liang asked rather awkwardly. He could guarantee it was not intentional. At times when Sima Yi taught Cao Zhen, he deliberately stayed far away, but Cao Zhen couldn’t learn, and Sima Yi, infuriated, occasionally raised his voice by eight decibels.

In these circumstances, Zhuge Liang would hear a sentence or two today, another a few days later, and he would fill in the rest himself. Zhuge Liang could swear he wasn’t eavesdropping.

Just as Sima Yi was leaving, he suddenly came back, "I want the Ultimate Battle Formation, hmm, the Ultimate Xuanxiang, not the Death Formation. I want experience in modifying the Military Formation."

Zhuge Liang opened his mouth, suddenly realizing he had underestimated Sima Yi’s limits. This man had no limits.

In the past, the routine was for the other party to turn their head 120 degrees without moving their body, give a cold sneer, and then leave. But now, they just ran over and directly asked for it, before Zhuge Liang could say anything.

Zhuge Liang hesitated. Some of these things were given to him by Li Youu. Although Li Youu had said they belonged to Zhuge Liang and he could pass them to whomever he wished, having nothing to do with him, Zhuge Liang didn’t see it that way. However, those from Chen Xi could be passed to Sima Yi.

Sima Yi understood Military Formations, but Ultimate Xuanxiang was something he had no chance to learn. Ever since Dong Zhuo’s chaos, to now, there were less than ten people who knew it, and Sima Yi had encountered no one who could teach him this.

To be precise, Military Formations were the Han Dynasty’s trump card. The perfect augmentation of Ultimate Xuanxiang was equivalent to an Elite Talent with no problem, and Military Formations had no limit on troops, entirely depending on the commander’s capability.

"You won’t be reneging, will you?" Sima Yi sneered, "A gentleman can be deceived in straightforward matters; Zhuge Liang, such a person, is also very principled."

"Hmm, I have three kinds of Ultimate Battle Formations on hand," Zhuge Liang said with some hesitation. Sima Yi’s sight went inexplicably black; Zhuge Liang actually had three kinds.

"I’ll take just one," Sima Yi took a deep breath, holding back the impulse to beat Zhuge Liang up. It’s something others long for all their life, and Zhuge Liang has three; do you want to be killed? Sima Yi inexplicably felt the vast distance between them.

"But two of the three were taught by my master. Although he said he wouldn’t mind this kind of thing, I think you would mind being my junior disciple," Zhuge Liang said after a while, moving his lips.

Sima Yi’s mouth twitched. He wanted to tell Zhuge Liang that, in the face of two Ultimate Xuanxiangs, he wouldn’t mind being called a fellow disciple of Zhuge Liang as long as he wouldn’t be called a junior disciple.

"Then what’s the last one?" After holding back his words for a long time, Sima Yi finally asked another question.

"Eight Formation Diagram," Zhuge Liang said.