Three days later, Qajar and the remnants of his men reached the border of Ilam province, and the Praetorian Guards, who were chasing after them, seemed to be becoming more cautious and gradually distanced themselves from them.

Looking at the embarrassed team, Khazar had mixed feelings, when they set out from Ctesiphon, they still had thousands of people, and now they have fled with the death of the battle, and there are only a few hundred left.

Those who could stay were extremely loyal people, and he secretly swore that once he returned to Elam and successfully established himself, he would repay these people tenfold and hundredfold.

Since Ctesiphon fled, he slept so peacefully and sweetly on the first night that he didn't even have a dream.

The messengers had returned, and the tribe had sent 10,000 soldiers to the border to meet them, and the Praetorian Guards did not dare to go too far for fear of being ambushed by the local tribesmen of Ilam.

In a trance, Khazar only felt that he was back in the ancient city of Elam, and the members of the tribe, as well as his wife and son, were dressed up to greet him.

Although he had a wife and son in Ctesiphon who fell into the hands of the caliph, he would have been punished most severely. But who of the nobles of the empire did not have a dozen or dozens of wives?

In the case of Qajar, he roughly knew that there were more than sixty women who had borne children for him, but how many sons, how many daughters, how many children there were, and even he himself was a confused account.

So, Ctesiphon had his wife and son, and Elam of Elam of Elam had his wife and son.

Aristocrats like Mansour, who are only obsessed with war and expansion, and whose sons can be counted on their two hands, are really very few.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, wake up quickly......"

Suddenly, a violent shaking woke him up from this illusion, and when he opened his eyes, there was still a low, damp tent around him, and the general looked at him with a frightened and anxious face.

"What's wrong?"

After a brief moment of distraction, he suddenly smelled danger.

"The Praetorian Guard has surrounded us, and almost none of the people sent out to explore the path will come back alive!"

Hearing this, Khazar was completely sober.

"Then what are you hesitating about? Prepare to break out immediately!"

"Your Highness......"

The general wanted to speak and stopped.

"I don't know how many people of the Praetorian Guard surrounded us, if we rush out, in case ...... Then there is no chance to delay time, the 10,000 soldiers of Ailan City will arrive tomorrow evening at the earliest, if we can survive the day, we will be safe!"

The general's suggestion was still very reasonable, but Khazar thought more.

"If the Praetorian Guards really have absolute superiority, why should they be so covertly surrounded? Wouldn't it be more pleasant to directly attack and rush in? They must be bluffing, let us mess up our positions first! And then wait for the opportunity to break through!"

Khazar sneered.

"They think beautifully, it's time to teach them a lesson, when Ctesiphon was still worried about Mansour, and now that they are in our realm, there is no reason to let these people show off their might!"

However, although his words were very hard, he finally agreed with the general's suggestion.

"Wait until dawn to see what to do next. Tell everyone, fortify the walls, dig trenches, and get ready for a defensive battle!"

Due to the rush of time, the camp built earlier was very simple, and in order to strengthen the defensive ability, it was necessary to strengthen it overnight.

At this time, Khazar seemed to have returned to the era when he was still able to personally lead the troops on the expedition ten years ago.

At that time, the Abbasids were only a powerful tribe of the Umayyad dynasty, and all the members of the tribe dared to fight the Umayyad army, which is still exciting in retrospect.

Since al-Mansur succeeded to the caliphate, he transferred all his brothers to the capital city of Ctesiphon, promising them high officials and titles, but they were not allowed to go to their fiefdoms, let alone lead their troops.

Over the years, al-Mansur's brothers had become pampered princes, and it would have been impossible for all of them to willingly be the noble caged birds of Ctesiphon, including Qazar, who hoped to one day return to their fiefdoms, and there was not a moment when the days with the caliph were not tense, not a moment without worrying about the noose around their necks.

Now, with his actions, Khazar has achieved what he hoped for day and night, albeit at great cost.

The Praetorian Guards who surrounded them harassed the camp only sporadically, and Khazar gradually relented, judging that at least eighty percent of the Praetorian Guards were probably just bluffing.

As long as you hold on until dawn, it will be impossible for the other party to scare yourself with the darkness!

However, things did not go as he expected, and until dawn Khazar could not see the reality of the Praetorian Guard.

They camped in a wooded oasis surrounded by swamps.

The Janissaries used these woodlands and swamps as cover to prevent Qajar from seeing the truth.

At this time, Qajar was a little annoyed and regretful, and it was also because he had reached the border of Ilam and relaxed his vigilance that he set up camp in a place that was not suitable for camping.

It was too late to say anything, and Qajar ordered his men to continue to strengthen the camp while sending out rangers to test the Praetorian Guard.

The situation was the same as last night, only 12 out of 10 people could come back, and the size of the Praetorian Guard was not clear.

Greatly annoyed, Khazar decided to hold out, as long as he stayed up until the evening and when reinforcements arrived, the veteran Janissaries of these divisions would become vulnerable.

It's just that until the sun was completely hidden in the darkness, no reinforcements appeared, and the people sent out to contact didn't know whether they succeeded in breaking through, and Khazar's heart was beating, and he didn't know what was going on outside.

Around midnight, the general came with a wooden box in his hand, saying that someone had secretly placed it outside the gate, and that it was a skull inside.

Khazar opened it nervously, and his eyes widened in horror.

The head in the box was none other than his son, the general in charge of leading the troops in the city of Elam.

"This, this can't be true......"

Unable to believe what was in front of him, Khazar picked up his head, pulled away his blood-stained hair and beard, and carefully identified it.

Eventually, Khazar collapsed on the ground, and it was indeed his son.

Could it be that the reinforcements have been ambushed by the Praetorian Guards and the whole army has been wiped out?

This terrible thought finally popped into the air.

If this is the case, then his end is probably coming! Thinking that the reinforcements did not arrive on time, it even more concealed the speculation just now.

Khazar looked at his generals in despair, not caring about the dignity of the prince, and completely lost his temper.

"What to do, what to do, is our end coming?"