Iprasin, of course, did not believe that the Tang would advance to Ctesiphon on the der Griss so easily, and the despair in his heart came more from worrying about his fate.

As a pagan captive, he knew exactly what kind of treatment he would receive.

The Great Cannibal never had a mercy on the infidel captives, and lived the rest of his life as slaves, and many pampered nobles became slaves driven at will, not even as good as a donkey.

Thinking of this, Iprasin's body would tremble involuntarily, he didn't want to be a slave, and he didn't want to be as good as a donkey for the rest of his life.

Qin Jin stood up, came to Iprasin's face, pressed his hand on his shoulder, and said leisurely:

"You should be relieved to hear that Abbas has successfully returned to Mulu City and that your uncle has regained control of the situation in Khorasan!"

When the interpreter repeated Qin Jin's words in a big meal, Ipraxin was surprised that he didn't have the slightest psychological fluctuation. A month of detention in the dungeon changed his state of mind a lot.

All the sharp energy before was polished, and a voice in his chest shouted: I am unwilling, I am unwilling!

Of course, Abbas's return to Mulu City is also good news for him, as long as his uncle is still able to fight back, he will definitely find a way to rescue him, and in this land, paying a ransom is the most common way.

"The villain can send a letter to his uncle, and the uncle will be happy to pay the ransom and redeem the villain's freedom!"

In this regard, Qin Jin was noncommittal, the ransom was not what he needed.

"Would you like to see the mountains and rivers of Nadtado?"

A headless sentence, Iplasin was confused, but he didn't dare to refuse.

The fact that the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty is willing to talk to himself shows that there must be a purpose.

With Qin Jin's instructions, the Tocharians who were guarding Ipraxin were also much more polite, but they were still very vigilant to block his sides to prevent accidents.

The inside and outside of the city have long been covered with snow, and when you climb the top of the city, all you can see are some undulating outlines of gray and white.

Qin Jin stood on the not-so-high city wall for a while before looking at Iplasin behind him.

"I have a question, I hope to find the answer from you, the Great Food Soldier is invincible, why not attack the Tianzhu Kingdom with a large population and fertile fields, why do you want to cling to Anxi everywhere in the Gobi?"

The implication is that if Yusuf had led his troops into Tianzhu at the beginning, Khorasan's situation today may be very different.

"The caliph is bent on defeating the Roman Empire, his mind is not in the east, all the troops in the east are from the uncle's planning, although the Tocharian population is large, but they are all barbaric pagans, this is like raising chickens and laying eggs, instead of incorporating into their own yard and spending a lot of energy, it is better to raise them in other people's yards, and grab some back when needed, so that is the most satisfactory result!"

"Really?"

Qin Jin thought it was funny, if Abbas was ten years younger, I am afraid he would not have this kind of thought, no, to be precise, Abbas is limited by his age, and intends to deal with the Tang people with strong combat strength first, and then conquer Tochar.

It's a pity that he chose the wrong object and kicked on the hot iron plate.

The so-called war of conquest became a joke and fell into a desperate situation in itself.

"Now, do you think Abbas's strategy is right or wrong?"

"This, the villain thinks that his uncle's strategy is right, the problem is to use the wrong person, Yusuf is a person whose talent is far less than his ambition, and his failure is already expected!"

Qin Jin smiled, and all the Great Cannibals thought that Yusuf's defeat was due to his arrogance and defeat.

In fact, Yusuf had already done very cautiously, his only failure was to choose the wrong object of conquest, and the strength of the Shenwu army was far from being comparable.

"Look at that hill outside the city!"

Ipraxin looked at Qin Jin's finger, and saw a lot of wooden plaques piled up on a small hill, and he was puzzled in his heart, and he didn't know why.

Qin Jin instructed the heralds around him to wave the command flag, and there was a rumbling sound, and Iprahim could hardly believe his eyes, and in an instant, those wooden signs were all shattered.

It wasn't the first time he had heard the rumbling sound, it had been at night at the base camp of the Nameless River, when the camp was attacked, and in his uncle's description, it was also when the walls of Mulu City collapsed.

Could it be that the Tang people can really drive the devil to their advantage?

"Devil, if you drive the devil, aren't you afraid that one day you will be devoured by the devil?"

Qin Jin couldn't help laughing when he heard Iplasin's somewhat innocent questioning, and he didn't explain, but only asked one question:

"Do you want freedom?"

But Iplahim didn't dare to answer, he didn't know what he needed to exchange for freedom.

Then again, what could be more precious to Iprasin at this moment than freedom and dignity?

He didn't speak, waiting to see how the Tang people would treat him, and he had a hunch that the Tang people would never let himself go back to that terrifying dungeon again.

Qin Jin saw through Iprasin's thoughts and thoughts at a glance, the torture in the dungeon did not completely make this big-eater nobleman let go of all his dignity, at least he was still trying his best to maintain his self-esteem.

However, for Iprahim, the most extravagant and most important thing is dignity.

So Qin Jin's smile gradually turned cold, and he asked word by word:

"Do you want freedom, if you don't, go back to the dungeon immediately!"

"No, I'm not going back!"

At the mention of the dungeon, Iplasin's body trembled involuntarily and subconsciously refused.

Qin Jin smiled:

"Since you don't want to go back, what can you exchange for?"

"Swap?"

Iplasin subconsciously asked again, but he immediately understood what the Tang people wanted to exchange for him. He wanted to refuse, but he really didn't have the courage, did he let him betray his uncle and betray Allah?

Qin Jin didn't urge, just looked at him coldly, looking at the trance look in his eyes.

Iprahim is engaged in a battle between heaven and man, and at this time he just needs to wait quietly.

I don't know when, a little snowflake actually floated in the gray sky, Qin Jin looked up at the sky, and said to himself:

"This winter's heavy snow has given the big cannibals a chance to breathe, whether it's good or ......"

Naturally, he would not translate his words, and Iprasimou, who was at war between heaven and man, was thinking about where to go and didn't notice it.

It's just that Old Ku Si, who was following behind Qin Jin, listened to it sincerely, stretched out his hand and unconsciously straightened his sideburns and beard, and fell into deep thought.