But it was already dark, and the curfew in the Shenwu military camp was very strict, and once it was violated, it was basically impossible to avoid the crime of killing the head. Therefore, even if Said had the connivance of the Tang people, he did not dare to touch the bottom line of the rules in the army.

After eating dinner absentmindedly, Said lay on the bed with his eyes open, staring at the pitch-black tent roof, and did not feel sleepy for a long time.

By the time he opened his eyes, the sky was already bright, and the light that came through the crack in the doorway fell to the ground, and it looked like another peaceful morning.

As if nothing had happened yesterday at night, Said stretched his back and walked out of the tent, about to walk around, but was stopped by two strange sergeants.

"The barracks have entered the ninth level of security, and no one is allowed to leave the tent under any order!"

Said secretly stammered, the Shenwu army had always been on the lowest level of alert before, and they, the envoys of the enemy country, could move around at will, but now they suddenly became nervous, something must have happened.

He was a man with a keen sense of smell, and realized that today's unusual vigilance must have something to do with last night's events.

"Dare to ask the general, what happened?"

Said, of course, refused to give up this opportunity, and grabbed the sergeant to ask questions.

The sergeant's face was very cold, and he only repeated mechanically:

"Military secrets, don't ask without permission!"

This is very polite, and it is a completely different attitude from the military officials who have been arranged around them before.

Having no fun in asking for himself, Said had to retreat to the army, touching his rumbling belly, and waiting for breakfast to be distributed.

The martial law level of the Shenwu Army should have reached the highest level, and even if he wanted to see Prince Fazle at this time, it would be impossible. After all, there were several tents between the tents of the two people, and it was impossible to even get out of the tent door now, let alone meet Fazle.

Unbeknownst to him at this time, Fazler was in the same situation.

It's just that Fazler is more worried, or he is a little more flustered now.

The noble-born prince was not as calm and calm as he had been, and what had happened at the feast yesterday had kept him awake all night.

The Tang people can shame themselves with Abbas, who became a captive, without any scruples, so what can't be done?

The peace talks between the two sides are likely to turn out to be a farce, or even simply a delaying plan of the Tang people.

After just one night's work, the barracks were suddenly heavily guarded, and it was impossible to even get out of the tent, and everything was tied together, so that Fazler could not be panicked.

Now he was anxious to contact Said and discuss a countermeasure, but as soon as he stepped out of the tent, he was blocked back by two strange sergeants, and for whatever reason, the answer he received was always:

"Under martial law, no trespass is allowed without an order!"

After several fruitless attempts, Fazle had no choice but to return to his tent, even though he was already hungry.

After being depressed alone for a while, the sergeant who delivered the meal pushed the door in, and the food was still served with scone broth.

Fazle ate two bites indiscriminately, and passively waited for news, even if it was from the Syyid people.

Only this time he obviously underestimated the extent of martial law, and there was no sign of loosening from morning until dark, and it was even getting stricter.

In the dark night, through the crack in the door, you can clearly see countless torches in the distance, and even the sky over half of the military camp is illuminated.

"Something must have happened, something must have happened......"

Fazle rubbed his hands together and circled back and forth in the tent.

For a whole day, he made countless assumptions, and in the end he couldn't convince himself.

If the Tang people's military camp was attacked, then why didn't they hear the slightest sound of fighting? If there was a battle, the movement in the military camp should not be what it is today, right?

Although the guards were tight, it was calm as if nothing had happened.

How can all this look like it has been attacked?

But if it weren't for the attack, what contingency would have kept the entire barracks on guard?

Later, Fazler thought of another possibility, that is, everything in front of him was Tang people acting, and they were only acting for them!

Let them panic, and the next negotiations will be unconsciously weak.

Thinking of this, Fazler secretly sneered, the Tang people really underestimated themselves, even if they put a knife on their neck, they would definitely not give in.

Now he even felt that the caliph's decision to make peace talks was wrong, and the more difficult he was, the more he had to rise to the occasion, and only with victory could he deter the wild wolves and foxes.

Compromise will only make those guys more and more proud, thinking that they can compete with the mighty Empire!

In fact, the Empire can defeat all the enemies around it on its own. The only difference now is that the caliph is old, and has lost the competitive and adventurous spirit of his youth.

Otherwise, even if the Mahdi were defeated, it would be a big deal to personally lead a large army, kill Khorasan, and annihilate the entire army of the Tang people, as ten years ago, and then transport most of the captives to Ctesiphon as slaves.

It's a pity that the caliph thinks too much, and he has to think about the heir, and he also has all kinds of suspicions about the heroes around him, and only these civilian officials who do not have military power will be reused without worry.

While he was thinking, the door was opened from the outside, and Fazler was startled by the sudden noise, but the faces of those who had come in were happy.

"Said, how did you get here? Is martial law lifted outside?"

Saeed said:

"It hasn't been lifted yet, it's just that it's been lowered from the ninth level to the fifth level, and the villain has to come to see His Highness!"

"Do you know what's going on in the Tang barracks? Is there a rebellion?"

The rebellion was also a hypothetical assumption that Fazler had previously made.

Said, though, shook his head.

"It's not a rebellion, it is said that a prince of the Khazars came, and made a conspiracy with the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty for a morning, and after noon, another group of people came, but their identities are unknown for the time being, it seems that it should also be some barbarians who have come into contact with the Tang people!"

"Khazars?"

Fazler's face was gloomy and gray, and he made ten thousand assumptions, but he didn't expect that it was the messenger of the Khazars who had arrived!

However, the Tang people's attitude towards themselves and the Khazarian envoys was obviously two different attitudes, and it was a great shame to compare such an obvious snub with it.

Gritting his teeth to no avail, he even had a bold thought, he beckoned Said to come close to him, and then whispered in his ear:

"If we take this opportunity to kill the Khazarian envoys, it should bring a lot of trouble to the Tang people!"

When Said heard this, he shook his head.

"His Highness is a precious person, and he must not be compromised in Sylvan because of his insignificant Khazars......"