It was the men of this tribe who came back from afar, their wives and goods were trapped under the iron hooves and claws of the invaders, and naturally everyone was red-eyed and desperately rushed to kill, in contrast, although the Mahdi's big food soldiers were all the elite of the black-clothed food, but they had just been newly defeated, and now they were out of shape because of the looting of goods and women, and they were suddenly caught off guard by the sudden beating.

Seeing that his elite had suffered a great loss at the hands of a group of unknown rabble, Mahdi was anxious to give the order to evacuate quickly. However, the army has been scattered and looted, how can it be said that it will be withdrawn.

In a matter of moments, the Great Cannibal suffered hundreds of casualties.

Under this situation, Mahdi felt that his heart was dripping blood, and these big food soldiers were his hard work. Especially after deciding to flee north, there are fewer and fewer big * sharps that can be replenished, and now everyone is a baby.

"Quick, let them withdraw, if they continue like this, won't they all die!"

In addition to the chaotic fighting, all that remained around Mahdi was his futile and hoarse cries.

The battle continued until sunset, when the Great Eaters finally gained the upper hand, and all the men of the tribe were slaughtered by one of them.

The goods and women of the tribe belonged to them again, but it was at considerable cost to regain them.

Compared with the hundreds of dead and wounded, what is it to get a few goods and women?

What a loss outweighs the loss!

Mahdi wanted to cry without tears, but he could only reluctantly accept the reality.

After reassigning the guards and men, the Mahdi generals entered the newly conquered tribe under the guard, and the cries of women and children could be clearly heard inside.

In this regard, Mahdi has no mercy, and has died so many big * sharp, it is good not to let these people fill their lives.

The women and children in this tribe are all their trophies, so naturally they can't all be used to kill them to vent their anger, at least they must be disposed of after these spoils are used to the fullest.

Night soon covered the land, and the sky over the tribe was filled with the smell of blood and the unspeakable stench.

Mahdi shrugged his nose unaccustomedly, he was a pampered prince, with a distinguished background, when had he ever lived in such a filthy tribe?

But now I have to bow to reality, people are such strange animals, no matter how prominent their status and origins were, once they were in trouble, there was no unbearable humiliation and suffering.

What's more, this is not a difficult task for Mahdi, who sees it as just a test before becoming a caliph.

How can a person who wants to be a big hero be smooth sailing!

Mahdi always motivates himself in this way when he encounters a setback, but now this setback is unprecedented and never expected.

When the hot soup and food were served, Mahdi immediately felt a scream in his stomach, and even then he did not reach the point where he could not eat. After a few mouthfuls of hot soup, I immediately felt that my strength had returned to my body, and then I grabbed a large piece of mutton and put it in my mouth and chewed it.

"Wine, bring the wine!"

Mahdi must have alcohol at every meal, and now it is no exception.

As soon as the words fell, a woman from the local tribe brought a large pot of wine, and after two days of fierce fighting, he was already hungry, so he snatched the jug from the woman's hand, hurriedly poured a full bowl, and hurriedly picked it up and poured it into his mouth.

However, the next second he took the drink, he couldn't help but spit it out.

Enraged, Mahdi threw the earthenware bowl on the ground and smashed it, grabbed the woman by the hair, and scolded loudly:

"Is this wine? This is horse urine, bring out your best wine, or else I'll kill you all......"

While scolding, Mahdi picked up the hot soup and poured it into his mouth, diluting the sour and rancid smell.

The woman trembled with fright, and could not utter a word except a whispered sob.

Under the scattered hair, a well-defined face is faintly revealed, and although the complexion is slightly dark, the breath of a young woman cannot be concealed. Mahdi couldn't help but feel a fever in his lower abdomen, as if there was a ball of fire rushing around.

The woman is the woman of the tribal chieftain, and she is considered one of the best in the tribe, but in the eyes of the Mahdi, she is even inferior to a brute, and her only role is to vent her desires.

"Take your clothes off!"

However, after all, Mahdi is the prince of great food, and he is used to being pampered, and he will not welcome him like a barbarian, and he wants this woman to take the initiative to dedicate himself.

The woman's face was raised, her hair was scattered to the sides, and there was no fear and hatred in her eyes.

But she did not resist, but chose to obey, reached out and untied the belt of her robe, and suddenly, the woman rushed to the food plate, grabbed the silver meat cutting knife, and then pounced on Mahdi like an angry lioness.

Mahdi smiled, in his eyes, the woman was nothing more than a chicken without the ability to resist, and he could easily subdue it with just one hand.

Pushing the woman down on the bed, Mahdi laughed and raised his gun, ignoring the woman's screaming and cursing in an incomprehensible language, which not only did not ruin the fun, but made him more and more excited.

After the war, Mahdi was lying on the bed covered in sweat, and after the extreme excitement, there was an extreme emptiness, and all the troubles of reality came up in one go, which made him feel that he could not vent.

From a high-ranking prince to a fugitive from the country, this psychological gap has never been seen before, and he doesn't know how long this situation will last.

Although there are still tens of thousands of big * Rui around, their families are still in Ctesiphon, if they can't gain a foothold in a short time, or seek to return to Ctesiphon, how long these people can be loyal to themselves, it's all unknown.

Even if they are still faithful now, if they drag on for a long time in the future, who knows if they will mutiny......

At the thought of this, Mahdi could no longer lie down, and heeded the dying woman who was being ravaged, and when he got dressed, he ordered his closest confidant, Ibn, to be called in.

He wants to discuss, the next direction of the army, these more than 10,000 people must not be idle, from now on, their fate is to attack and attack.

Ibn sensed that something was wrong with Mahdi's mood and reassured:

"Our army has just lost the battle, and now it is not suitable to go to the northern region to touch the strong enemy, the Khazar people hate the big food to the core, if His Highness rashly kills it, maybe, it may be ......"

Ibn's persuasion was tactful, he hoped that the army would be in the area after a little reorganization before attacking the Khazars, but Mahdi could not afford to wait, and his attitude was very resolute.

"I understand what you said, but we can't afford to delay again, tomorrow, tomorrow morning, the army will march north!"