Abbas cleared the phlegm from his throat and spat heavily on the ground.

"Those Tang people will go to hell with 600,000 dinars!"

Tonight's temptation confirmed his previous suspicions, and the appearance of the Tang people's peculiar banner in the besieged Persian army, and the outbreak of shocking combat effectiveness, became direct or indirect evidence.

Now, Abbas can basically confirm that the reason why the Tang people are unwilling to give up the 600,000 dinars they have in their hands is that this money is a goal that cannot be achieved in three or five years for the grass-roots Persian state.

After thinking about it, he settled on a moderate battle plan.

"Iprasin, your main task now is to continue to harass, don't try to fight a decisive battle with them, don't force them to choose a decisive battle, and let the combat effectiveness and morale of these rebels be exhausted in the attack!"

"That's it?"

Iprahim had been waiting for his uncle to decide to attack and make a quick decision, but now he suddenly found that his uncle's plan was as simple as delaying time, and he couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

The imaginary wonderful battle did not appear, but it was the result of this kind of tepidity, no matter what, after all, a small number of casualties can be exchanged for a big victory, although the process is not exciting, but victory is the ultimate goal, and everything is nothing to worry about.

It was difficult to get a sense of proportion, and before dawn Iprahim sent hundreds of cavalry to harass the Persian stronghold that had not been repaired.

Unexpectedly, the Persian soldiers' will to fight was not crushed by last night's fiasco, and the counterattack was extremely fierce, and the rain of arrows made the big food soldiers a little embarrassed.

In order to avoid the hail of arrows, Iprahim had to order a retreat.

The day started with a dirty face, which made him very unhappy.

At breakfast, Abbas saw his nephew's sullenness, smiled and handed over a flatbread, and comforted him:

"Eat, you did a good job in this morning's attack, giving those people the confidence to persevere, but these are all false, and by the time they find out that they have become prey, they have long lost the ability to resist!"

Iprahim had fought with the Tang and Persians, and he knew very well the difficulty of these people, and now he saw them being played by his uncle so easily, and his heart was a little hard to believe.

Abbas was in a good mood and wiped the soup and grease from the corners of his mouth with an oriental silk handkerchief.

"Uncle knows what you're thinking, finish this meal well, and then go over after noon to harass them, beat them harder, and let them know their situation!"

However, as soon as noon arrived, the wind was fierce, followed by a torrential rain, and the plan for the attack had to be cancelled, and Iprahim watched the torrential rain that covered the sky and the earth like a curtain, and secretly let the Tang and Persians take advantage of it, and when the day came, they must be allowed to eat the longbow often.

The longbow of the Great Eclipse is invincible in both the West and the East, and the Romans in the West do not care for the time being, the range of the longbow and crossbow arrows of the Tang people is far inferior to that of the Great Eclipse Longbow, and if the archers of both sides are in battle, the Tang archers will suffer a devastating blow.

At the time of the conquest of Bahan, the Bahan man used the Tang longbow, which was completely suppressed by the Great Food Archers. And in Tocharo, the Persians accepted the weapons brought by the Tang Dynasty, and the longbowmen were no match for the Great Eater archers.

It was precisely because of this self-confidence that Iprahim decided to change his routine and use the longbow array against the Tang and Persians.

In his heart, the Persians were vulnerable, and the only real opponents were the Tang people.

"The Tang people are as cunning as foxes in the desert, such opponents are not worthy of the respect of the male lion, they only deserve to be spit on and defeated!"

He said a word almost inaudible to the torrential rain.

Suddenly, he noticed that a guard had come running from the heavy rain, and he seemed to be a little panicked.

"General, general, the longbowmen camp has been raided!"

"What?"

This was much more than expected, and with his uncle's strategy, in Iprasin's mind, the Tang and Persians in the siege had become lambs to the slaughter, so he had been thinking about how to play with cats and mice.

Who would have thought that these people who were spurned by Allah would take the initiative to come to the door, which is really infuriating.

"What about the guards, let them put on their armor at once, and follow me to fight off the rebels who are not capable of doing their best!"

"General, the governor has already sent someone to respond to the battle, and the villain was ordered to give an order, so that the general should not act rashly!"

"Why did the Governor give such an order?"

"I beg your pardon, the villain can't answer this question from the general!"

Although Iprahim was in a hurry to fight, he did not dare to disobey Abbas's order, so he slammed his fist on the pillar of the tent and waited for the rain to pass.

The torrential rain continued into the afternoon and gradually subsided in the evening.

The nameless river between the Persian soldiers and the Great Food Soldiers was swollen, and Iprahim looked at the boiling water, and felt that this ghost weather had helped the Tang and Persians, and now it would take a lot of trouble to wade across the river.

The torrential rain washed away all traces, and there was no sign that there had been a fierce battle here at noon, and most of the corpses left behind in the vicious battle were washed away by the surging river, and the rest were pushed into the river by the great cannibals, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Soon after, Abbas sent someone to invite him to his tent for dinner.

"Eat it while it's hot, it's not easy to bake a leg of lamb in this hellish weather!"

Abbas was eating with a mouthful of oil, pointing to a fragrant leg of lamb for Iprahim to enjoy.

"Uncle, the river has swelled and divided my big cannibal soldiers on both sides of the river, aren't you worried that the rebels will take the opportunity to break through and escape?"

Abbas glanced at him, did not answer the question, but said lightly:

"When you eat, you should only think about filling your stomach, and you can discuss the matter of war slowly!"

Iprasin doesn't know where his uncle's confidence comes from, now that the ghost weather has helped the rebels, he should find a way to make up for it as soon as possible, instead of eating roast lamb legs here as if nothing happened!

"Don't worry, I know what you're thinking, what you're worried about, let the rebels move, it will inevitably belong to defense, and my Great Food Warriors can take advantage of this opportunity to pounce on their prey like lions, quickly and deadly. Think about it, how many chances does the rebel army have to resist and escape?"