If he continues to be irrational, then he himself will be like a bug that has been trampled to death, his belly will burst, and he will lose his life in vain.

"Quickly escort the general across the river, escort the general across the river!"

Whatever Ibn had in mind, his men were loyal, and some were ready to sacrifice themselves to keep the pursuers at bay for Ibn's safety.

Suddenly, Iben's eyes were hot and sour, not because he was moved, but because he could not imagine that he had reached such a desperate moment, and let his subordinates fight to die for him, and all he asked was to let a rotten life survive.

However, he did not have the courage to refuse, and if he refused, it would mean dying with them.

Although he could not accept defeat, what he could not accept even more was to send him to death.

Under this complex emotion, Ibn half-pushed and half-chose to escape.

A general who was born and died countless times before the battle, chose to be a coward at the moment of life and death. Ibn seemed to hear something shatter inside his chest, not only his dignity but also his courage.

The water of the Shali River suddenly swelled, and the surface of the river, which was originally only not above the thighs, actually became turbulent, as if a staggering undercurrent had surged in an instant, and the whole person stepped on the air, and his body was suspended in the turbulent river water, swaying left and right with the momentum.

The soaked Ibn suddenly realized that there was an undercurrent here, that someone had deliberately blocked the river upstream, and then deliberately let go.

Although I guessed the reason, it was already useless.

Ibn thought that he had always been wise, but in fact he had been tricked by the Tang people for a long time, and everything was done against him, and he was sent into a trap step by step.

He found himself like a stupid hunting dog, thinking that he could easily knock down the running prey, but in fact he had already become the prey of the beast, and before he knew it, the identity between the hunter and the prey had been completely transformed.

Ibn sighed as a prey, knowing that he was finished, that he had lost half of his Praetorian Guards, and that he could not recover the defeat, so how could he return to Ctesiphon to see the Caliph?

The caliph has always been a man of rewards and punishments, and none of those who have failed have not been punished in the most cruel way.

Otherwise, how could Mahdi defect and end up being a prisoner of the Tang people?

Living examples appeared before Ibn immediately, and many others made the opposite decision to Mahdi and returned to Ctesiphon, believing that the caliph would be very wrong if he would be reliant on the same page of friendship.

Enraged, the caliph had no friendship in his eyes, and inflicted the most cruel punishment on the vanquished.

Since then, everyone has not dared to lose, and they have been fighting for victory, and the iron army, which has been victorious in a hundred battles, has maintained such a cruel situation for ten years.

This brutally sustained victory finally disintegrated after the arrival of the Tang people, and with the defeat of Mahdi and his captivity, the edifice of the empire seemed to crumble overnight.

At this time, Iben could not tell whether it was tears of fear and remorse on his face, or the muddy and bitter river, he was not good at water, and drank several large mouthfuls of water in a row, and soon lost his balance in the turbulent current.

There were not many of the nobles of the court who could swim, and Ibn was one of those people. He struggled hard, trying to keep his body balanced, but his uncompetitive body was like being used to molten iron, sinking down, kicking and slashing with his hands and feet.

The loyal subordinates were scattered by the sudden river, and watched their generals struggle to the death of their own generals, but they could not do anything.

In fact, they are all too busy to take care of themselves, Dashi is a place with a shortage of water, and there are not many people who can swim, who would have thought that the Shali River, which was originally the deepest and only up to the waist, suddenly became a monster that could devour lives.

The routs scattered by the Grolu cavalry had all descended into the river and fled to the west bank first, and in only a quarter of an hour they could return to the west bank in peace, and then they might be regrouped, or held out, or counterattacked.

But now they had no chance, and the sudden flood swallowed them up completely, and the futile struggle could not save them from drowning.

The same fate was faced by the Janissaries, who had not yet had time to withdraw to the West Bank after receiving the order.

Ibn finally gave up struggling, and perhaps ending his life was the best ending. The caliph was relatively tolerant of the war dead, at least the relatives and family members of the tribe would not be affected.

Before leaving Ctesiphon, he had heard descriptions of the Tang dynasty people at court.

And there are very few people who have dealt with this mysterious eastern country, and almost all of them have only one dull and vague impression of the Tang Dynasty, that is, cunning!

The people of the Tang Dynasty were the best at using everything that could be used around them, and then seeking victory by any means.

It seems that this description is true, but he didn't understand it deeply at first, and only thought that the guy named Saeed was just talking lies there in order to win the caliph's trust and reuse.

He finally remembered Said's name, a big food merchant who had fled from the East.

Few people in Ctesiphon's court looked down on this merchant. His ancestors were fugitives from the Umayyad dynasty, and now he has become a popular figure inside and outside the court by virtue of the favor of the caliphate.

It's all just a means to compete for favor......

After drinking several large sips of river water, Iben's consciousness began to blur as his body sank, but Said's name and image became clearer and clearer in his mind.

He even thought that if this person was in his own army, he might be able to avoid this unwilling end.

I'm really unwilling to do that!

Before he was completely unconscious, Ibn cried out so loudly in his heart.

Finally, it was completely dark and it was all over!

The smoke of gunpowder gradually dissipated, Wang Renli commanded the Shenwu army to launch a counterattack, those Great Food Guards who originally surrounded them turned from hunters to prey, and a sudden flood of the river became a big snake blocking the way of life, spitting scarlet letters at any time to devour all life that dared to approach.

The rout came faster than expected, and the Praetorian Guards of the Great Food Empire could no longer maintain the morale of the army after withstanding one blow after another.

The men of the Grohs were also red-eyed, and they killed any prey that came their way like wolves, one by one, and then cut off their heads and pinned them to the saddle......