Iprasin was in great shape that day, and instead of affecting his physical strength and spirit, a hangover was unusually excited, and just as the sun was about to set, he received a letter from his uncle.

The content of the previous letter had reassured him, and he was also deeply touched by his uncle's respect and love.

Iprasin, who grew up next to his uncle since he was a child, couldn't even remember what his father looked like, and in his subconscious he already regarded his uncle as his father.

Looking at his uncle's handwritten letter, Iprasim Horan sat up from his bed, the tent was damp and cold after the rain, but his heart was burning like a fire.

The bad weather gave the Great Food Warriors a chance to wipe out the Persians without bloodshed, and now the decisive moment is getting closer and closer to them, the Persians have almost become wild dogs fleeing for their lives, and the Tang people who have been doing some conspiracy behind the scenes are also gone.

"Okay, okay, if it was my uncle who went east last year, instead of Yusufu's stupid donkey, maybe my Great Food Warrior would have stepped on the land of Chang'an. ”

When he said this, Iprasin's expression was full of pride, but also mixed with a hint of regret.

In his impression, his uncle is a god-like existence, invincible and invincible.

The devastation in Mulu City was nothing more than a drag from the incompetent bureaucrats and Persian merchants.

Now that Abbas has lost the barrier that binds him, it is not surprising that he will win.

Iprahim wished he could go to the front in place of his uncle and kill a few of the rebels, especially the Persians who were hidden behind and rarely showed up.

"Come on, come on, it's a good time, how can you not drink to celebrate?"

Soon someone brought a glass flask, filled with dark red wine.

This kind of wine is slightly bitter and sweet in the mouth, and it has always been his favorite, and it has a lot of stamina, and he is often drunk before he knows it.

The suckling sheep, which had been roasted all day, had been prepared, and the whole was carried up by the servants, and Iprasim did not like to drink alone, so he summoned a few of his henchmen, and ate meat and wine with them, and began to celebrate in advance.

At the beginning, these generals were still a little emotional, and the long-awaited meritorious opportunity slipped away from their eyes, and they could only watch those rabble go to pick up the bargain.

There were many people who were indignant, but Iprasin quickly promised his subordinates that when they returned to Mulu City in the future, everyone would be promoted and rich, and revealed in advance that he would succeed him as governor of Khorasan.

This advance revelation quickly quelled the discontent of his people, who knew that if Iprasin became the governor of Khorasan, they would surely rise to prominence.

As for the opportunities for meritorious service, aren't you as many as you want?

After letting go of the ideological baggage, everyone ate and drank nonsense, and soon some people began to staggered because they were not strong enough to drink.

There was a rumbling sound in the distance, and Iprasin thought it was a hallucination at first, but soon his subordinates faintly heard it, so they sent someone out to check, and found nothing unusual.

"This is really strange! Seeing that the snow is all over the sky, there is still thunder, is this to congratulate my Great Food Warrior in advance?"

It was dark, the continuous moderate rain turned to goose feather snow, and the north wind began to blow through the shivering cold.

The tent was lit with a charcoal stove, and the food and drink continued, and I am afraid that even the devil would curl up in hell and shiver in this kind of ghostly weather.

Suddenly, a thunderous volley exploded, and everyone heard it clearly, and the glass cup in the hand of a thousand commanders was so shocked that it fell to the ground.

Iprasin's heart was also frightened, and the thunder seemed to explode around him, and just as everyone was froze, a drenched centurion rushed in and exclaimed loudly:

"Oh no, rebel attack, attack ......"

"Rebels, what rebels, Persians?"

Iprasin was the first to react and asked loudly.

After nightfall, Abbas did not feel sleepy, looking at the night of the black hole, the vast goose feather snow seemed to be countless small ghosts in the darkness, and his heart suddenly felt inexplicably uneasy.

Suddenly, Abbas felt dizzy again, which had been his last problem for nearly two years.

Since he became the governor of this Khorasan five years ago, he has not had to fight, and his body seems to have begun to deteriorate overnight.

Dizziness and heart palpitations are also like annoying flies, always following them, and they come out to make trouble from time to time.

Especially since last spring, dizziness and heart palpitations have begun to worsen, so Yusuf had to be sent to replace himself as the commander of the Eastern Expeditionary Army.

"This really isn't the right time!"

Abbas struggled to support his body, muttering to himself, he was glad that he had made a decisive decision to make Iprahim the heir, and he must dare before his body completely collapsed.

The rain and snow outside gradually lightened and began to become sporadic and sparse, and the dark night sky seemed to be much purer, only colder.

Suddenly, a scout came to report that there seemed to be a flash of fire at the base camp on the other side of the river, and although it was a flash, many people still saw it.

It's a pity that the distance is far away, and the specific situation cannot be known for a while.

Abbas told his people to calm down, in this kind of ghost weather, the possibility of an accident is extremely low, it is likely to be lightning and thunder after the winter rains.

Despite this, he sent scouts to the other side to investigate the situation.

At the same time, the men and horses who were spying on the Persians returned good news, and the Persians were huddled in the muddy fields, lifeless, as if they had lost all life, and there was no life in the dark night.

Presumably, many people will die of starvation that night.

This is exactly what Abbas wants to see.

"Tell Muhammad not to rush to attack, wait, waiting is the most suitable path to victory!"

This good news dispelled the doubts caused by the suspicious fire, and the Persians were at the end of their rope, and what more storm could they make?

However, this ease only lasted for a short time, and soon another scout came to report and saw the fire on the other side again.

This made Abbas's heart rise to his throat, and the feeling of dizziness suddenly increased, and he had to lean on the side of the hu bed to maintain his balance.

Because this time, the fire did not disappear quickly, but flickered here and there, and seemed to expand again as time passed.

There is a bad momentum in these situations, as if something is happening in the base camp. But what can happen in this hellish weather?