It was only then that Mahdi woke up from a dream and realized that his situation was in extreme danger.

Now there are two paths in front of him, one is to fight vigorously until the winner of life and death is divided, although the situation is still a victory or defeat for him, but how can the heir of the Great Food Empire take such a big risk?

There is another way, that is, while the Tang people are still integrating forces, they will evacuate in time with their own cronies, so that he will steadily preserve his strength, although he will lose his prestige and the trust and reuse of the caliphate.

To be honest, for Mahdi, who has been accustomed to smooth sailing since birth, it is really a difficult difficulty for him to make a choice in a short period of time to face failure no matter what.

However, the situation will not wait for him to make a choice slowly, Tang Bing has unexpectedly burst out of unimaginable combat effectiveness after nearly a full day of fierce fighting, and Jiang Fengxiang's troops, who have been suppressed and beaten before, finally showed their true colors.

Since Ali was killed by a sneak attack, the confrontation situation can no longer be maintained, and one of the phalanx under his command has collapsed, but this situation has not been effectively contained, and the panic of the collapse began to spread like a plague.

Jiang Fengxiang would not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and finally led the Shenwu Army to rush forward, crushing all the enemies who tried to stop them into powder.

Huang Xuan, who was immortal in the catastrophe, really had the feeling of being reincarnated, looking at the Shenwu army roaring and charging all over the mountains, his excited eyes were red, but it was difficult to shed a tear of excitement, because the tears and blood had already flowed.

This life survived by luck, and for Huang Xuan, its significance was far worse than watching the Shenwu Army completely defeat, defeat, and annihilate this great food army.

This is also worthy of the heroic souls of thousands of brothers who died in battle.

Once the will to support the whole person disappears, then the person loses the motivation to persevere.

Right now, what supports Huang Xuan to live and fight is to be able to do his last bit for the souls of his brothers who died in battle. When this force was exerted, and at the same time it received an effect that I couldn't have dreamed of, the breath that had been tense before gradually relaxed.

Huang Xuan thought that he should hold on a little longer, but he had overdrawn almost all of his physical strength, and it was already a miracle of miracles to be able to hold on until now.

To be able to see with your own eyes the Shenwu Army defeat the biggest enemy on the road to the west, what else can't you let go?

The Mo knife in his hand fell to the ground, and Wei An's body fell straight back, and the world began to blur in an instant, gradually condensing into darkness.

At this time, there were only two guards left by Huang Xuan's side, and they rushed over desperately, picked up their own commander, shook vigorously, and shouted loudly.

However, Wei An's body gradually began to chill, his closed eyes would no longer open, and his purple-blue and blood-stained lips would no longer spit out loud military orders.

The only thing they can do for their own generals now is to kill the enemy, and only by killing the enemy will they comfort those hot-blooded men who have unpaid ambitions but have spilled their blood on the battlefield.

War is cruel, and even if it is won, it is made of countless fresh flesh and bones.

For the first time, Qin Jin saw it so clearly and so really.

Once the success is achieved, the bones are withered, and the territory is expanded, how can no one die? These are the sacrifices that must be passed for the empire to reach glory, and what this price is exchanged for is the irreplaceable wealth of Ze and the future generations.

From the beginning to the present, Qin Jin has always firmly recognized and pursued this cold-blooded creed, even now, the Shenwu Army has suffered a lot of losses, and those living guards around them have fallen one after another on the land of a foreign land, becoming carrion and broken bones...... There seemed to be a thousand and ten thousand worms gnawing at his chest, and he would persist without hesitation.

Qin Yan came, Zamas came, Abu and Hasim also came, and the regions ranging from miles to tens of miles were full of reinforcements from the Shenwu Army, and they and the Shenwu Army had the fate of both glory and loss.

Seeing that this was not good, the vassals of the Great Eaters left their master, Prince Mahdi, and scattered in a hurry, without any regard for the friendship of master and servant, which they had done so much to glorify.

In their opinion, Mahdi is finished, and although the Great Food Prince who lost the battle is still the Great Food Prince, all the future of this man has been burned to ashes with this defeat.

Mahdi no longer has the opportunity to command the Great Food Army, what else is there to follow such a master?

At this moment, Prince Mahdi finally remembered these "loyal" slaves, and he instructed his guards to spread the message everywhere, and be sure to quickly intervene in the war capital before the Tang people completely controlled the situation on the battlefield.

As long as the morale of the Tang people is frustrated, then there is still a possibility of turning the battlefield around, and he will not lose so ugly.

It's a pity that the reality is ten thousand times more cruel than Mahdi imagined, and the guards sent can come back for one-tenth of them, and these people bring back bad news.

The barbarian chieftains ridiculed and ridiculed one by one, saying that Mahdi was completely finished this time, and even if he escaped by chance, he would not be able to escape the iron fist punishment of the caliph in the future.

At this moment, fear far outweighed anger, and he was well aware of the caliph's personality, and for his son, only those who were most capable would be reused, and for his son, who had committed great mistakes and serious crimes, he would never be merciful.

Looking at the front line that his subordinates were trying to maintain, Mahdi suddenly felt that all means of redemption were futile and meaningless.

In that case, what is the difference between fighting and not fighting, living and dying?

As soon as he thought of this, all thoughts were lost, and the saber in Mahdi's hand suddenly turned over, aimed at his neck, and slashed down.

Perhaps only death in battle would make the caliph still have a trace of pity for him in his spare time.

However, no matter what the outcome is, the shame has already coexisted with him for the rest of his life.

Mahdi was absolutely unable to withstand such a blow and defeat.

There was a clash of gold and iron, and the knife in Mahdi's hand fell to the ground.

How could the generals watch their commanders commit suicide?

They rushed up one after another, loudly saying their opinions, in short, it has not yet reached the point of exhaustion, how can they die easily?

Mahdi smiled bitterly, he finally understood Yusuf who chose to flee now, this guy was a rising star before the fiasco of the Tang Dynasty, and the light could even be felt by the capital of the empire, Ctesiphon, and he had expressed heartfelt admiration more than once.

Thinking about the past and today, Mahdi knows that he is also going to follow the path of Yusuf.