The grasslands are vast, the distant mountains are outlined in the early morning mist, and a long army of men and horses winds for miles, marching very slowly, looking unarmored and demoralized.

Mahdi sat in the saddle and sighed, now he had swept away his former reserve, and after losing everything, he no longer hid his inner emotions.

He regretted it, he hated it, why would he jump headlong into the pit of the Tang people?

It can be said that his brothers almost received the pie that fell from the sky, and because of the complete failure of this crusade, even the political pattern of Ctesiphon will be subtly changed.

After all, if Mahdi loses the opportunity to succeed to the caliphate, the ministers and generals will naturally have to make a new choice to support a prince who has a better chance of becoming al-Mansur's successor.

Mahdi counted a dozen of his brothers from beginning to end, calculating which one was more likely to replace him, but after thinking about it, he still felt that he was the most worthy heir of the caliph.

Suddenly, the eagles cried continuously, and a commotion suddenly rose in the long fleeing procession, and many people opened their bows and arrows, ready to shoot down these goshawks that were screaming wildly above their heads, and they could also be used as food for their stomachs.

However, Mahdi quickly stopped his men from bending their bows and shooting eagles.

Mahdi's thoughts were not mentioned to anyone, he just felt that he was at the end of his hero, and he felt pity for these eagles who were about to be shot.

More than 10,000 people fled north with Mahdi, the elite guards who were most loyal to him, and whose loyalty was even higher than that of the caliphate.

It's just that once the emotion of defeat spreads, no matter how powerful the elite is, it is inevitable that the morale of the army will be weakened.

The betrayal of the caliphate would have brought cruel punishment to their families, but there was no way back for them, and if the newly defeated army could not defeat the powerful enemy and wash away the humiliation, their fate would probably be the same as that of the poor prince, and they would have to wander around.

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, Your Highness, there is a group in front of you for grazing, shall we go borrow some food?"

This is one of the Mahdi's captains of the guard named Ibn.

Ibn was a young man in his twenties, young but brave and loyal, and it was fortunate for Mahdi that he did not die on the battlefield of Sylvan this time.

In the first battle of Syrvan, Mahdi lost too many generals, and even a veteran general like Ali died in the chaos, which was a great loss to the empire and himself.

It's a pity that there is no point in thinking about this now, Mahdi does not know where his road is headed, and further north is the land of some barbarians who drink blood and hair, where there are no great cities, no brilliant civilizations.

Just thinking about this escalates Mahdi's frustration and makes him uncomfortable.

"When did the empire borrow something like a barbarian?" gather cavalry and pacify them!"

Hearing that there was something to grab, the frustrated soldiers finally raised their morale, and now that they had nothing, the only thing they could take comfort in was to grab as much of their possessions as possible as a place to live on their way north.

The cavalry blew their horns, and their horses crashed into the idyllic nomadic tribe in front of them like a flood.

Tribal women sang loud and melodious songs, and children played with trumpet sabers.

The sudden rolling thunder broke the rare calm, and the elderly, women, and children all dropped their things and turned their heads to look south in astonishment.

The next moment, I don't know which woman screamed sadly.

Then the children took refuge in their tents, and those who could mount their horses with swords, men and women, old and weak, took up their arms and prepared for the flood to attack.

Strangely, there were almost no adult men in the tribe, and the old men and women were hiding behind the fence and waiting to meet them.

Mahdi in the distance also noticed the problem, but it seemed to him that it was a very common thing, and the men may have died in a foreign land because of the defeat, or they may have traveled long distances to other tribes in an attempt to grab a lot of money.

However, in the face of the Great Eater's Iron Hoof, all the attempts of these barbarian tribes will come to naught.

The corners of Mahdi's mouth hooked up with a cruel sneer, and a lot of the frustration in his brain was thrown out.

He will not sympathize with those women and children.

Soon, the children would be killed, and the women would become the soldiers' tools to vent their desires.

At this time, Mahdi had no good way to boost morale, and using women and goods was one of the few good ways.

In the blink of an eye, the cavalry smashed through the simple wooden fence wall, and the barbarians inside were almost powerless to fight back, and they were killed one after another, and in less than a moment, this tribe no longer had the ability to fight back.

With the breakthrough of the cavalry, the Great Eclipse Army arrived one after another, and they began to search for goods and women......

Naturally, Mahdi and the generals did not participate in this morale-boosting feast, they all watched coldly, waiting for the morale of the army to continue to march north when everything was over.

As the looting deepened, the Great Food Army gradually dispersed, everyone wanted to grab more, and the desire drove them to do everything according to the most primitive animal nature, without any sympathy and pity.

Suddenly, a herald galloped back in a panic.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, there is a cavalry in the northeast that does not know whether you are friends or foes or enemies appear......"

"Cavalry?"

Mahdi was shocked, as far as he knew, there were no cavalry to fight here, and since Abbas became the governor of Khorasan, he had dealt an extremely cruel blow to the barbarians in northern Khorasan, and those who refused to surrender would be punished with the most cruel punishment.

Because of this, many tribes have hid hundreds or even thousands of miles to the north, so Mahdi is so sure that there will be no large-scale barbarian cavalry. ，

However, the reality was far from what was known, and a cavalry force with unknown enemies appeared.

A hint of panic flashed in Mahdi's eyes, and his soldiers were still immersed in the excitement of burning, killing and looting, if they were rushed up by the other side like this......

He didn't dare to imagine.

Although his subordinates are known as the desert lions, they are all flesh and blood.

"Order, stop looting, assemble all, and prepare for battle!"

Now, Mahdi has no choice but to fight hard and kill everyone who can threaten him!