Standing at the head of the city and looking out, the black pressure was all the camp of the Song army, and flags were dancing in the wind.

By this time it was already dark, and only the sound of passionate singing could be faintly heard outside the city.

There was a large crowd of people standing beside Ibrahim Khan, all looking out of the city full of seriousness. And what about Ibrahim himself? As an excellent actor, he stared into the distance, and after a while he sneered: "Singing, Song people are singing?" Did they treat the eight-thorn sand roll as papier-mâché? ”

"Barim, I order you to reorganize your troops and get out of the city at night to attack those damned Kafir."

Buhari's face changed immediately.

In his eyes, Ibrahim's use of anger is completely undesirable.

The Celestial World also has a heritage of the art of war.

Many people still understand the principle of not raising troops out of anger.

Barim, who was ordered by Ibrahim, changed his face even more, "Think twice. Since the Song people dared to sing unscrupulously, they must be fully prepared, for fear that there would be ambushes waiting in their camps. ”

He scolded in his heart, scolding Ibrahim for killing people with a knife, and scolding Ibrahim for taking the opportunity to eradicate local powerful factions.

"When did I pin my hopes on you to defeat Kafir?" Ibrahim looked amused, and even the amusement was tinged with an unconcealable mockery.

The expression on Barim's face froze instantly, what did Ibrahim mean by this?

"I ordered you to send troops, just to show Kafir that we will not give in. While it will cost us something, I think the sacrifice is worth it. That blood boosts our morale. Let all the soldiers know how firm our attitude is. ”

Ibrahim's 'you're thinking too much' look hurt Barim.

He definitely didn't want to be sacrificed.

As a local powerhouse in Dongkara, the 3,000 soldiers in his hands are the fundamental strength of the Barim family and its affiliated families, and if possible, he is not willing to lose his life in the Eight Thorns Sand Roll.

It's a pity that Ibrahim's reasons are too high-sounding. There is no room for him to refuse!

Some of the elders on the side offered him their sincere blessings. By the way, this battle was marked with a "sacred" halo.

Barim had no choice but to accept it.

He even made an oath in front of everyone with a serious face to express his firm determination to sacrifice for his faith and the motherland.

It's really a bit murderous.

As Barim walked down the city in reluctance and anger, Ibrahim stopped him again.

"I once read the history books of the Han people, a history book called "Three Kingdoms", which recorded the story of a wise man named Jia Xu. The lord he served fought with others, the two armies could not hold each other, the enemy retreated, and the lord of Jia Xu wanted to lead the troops to pursue, and Jia Xu told him that if the pursuit was made, it would fail. As a result, his lord really ended up in a big defeat. Jia Xu reminded his lord that he could organize the army now, and if he pursued again, he would definitely win. ”

Ibrahim's eyes looked at the people around him, many of whom did not understand, but a few of them already understood.

Bukhari is one of them: "The lord of Jasu must have won." ”

"Yes, Jia Xu's lord won. Attack it unpreparedness by surprise. The enemy, who had defeated the pursuers once, was negligent, and they did not expect that the lord of Jia Xu would make a second attack. ”

Having said this, even those who were confused before on the side now understood what Ibrahim meant.

Ibrahim looked at Bukhari with hot eyes, "The general thinks it's not feasible?" ”

Under the guise of Barim, he led his troops a second time, "Of course it works." Buhari clapped his hands in response, not caring at all about the embarrassed face of Barim next to him.

Ibrahim laughed loudly, and with a wave of his hand, he added another 5,000 militia to Barim.

Buhari and Barim immediately went down to the city to prepare, while the rest of the people waited still in place, even if the waiting time was very painful, they all looked straight out of the city, their expressions full of anticipation and apprehension.

No one wants to win a fight!

But they also know that it may be too small. The Song army was not a rabble, and there were dozens of camps set up by the army, and it was impossible to win all battles. Therefore, many people are looking forward to a small victory over the Song army, which is enough to boost the morale of the defenders who have been losing consecutive battles in recent days.

"Great Khan!" The attendant brought the tea cup to Ibrahim, and along with the tea, there was a small blood bag in his mouth.

Barim has already been defeated, which means that the play is halfway through, and the next scene is where Buhari throws himself into the net.

Then Ibrahim will have a wonderful scene of "vomiting blood".

"Kill, kill!"

Outside the city, the torches were denser than the stars in the sky, and a large number of Song troops held torches to divide and surround the Bukhari army who had killed out of the city.

"Let's go, let's go—"

"No, don't go back to the Eight Thorns, let's go home, go home-"

Barim, who was fighting with Bukhari, was panicked like a frightened bird in the battle formation, and the whole person lay on his horse's back, shouting loudly at the guards beside him.

More than 10,000 elite militias and no less than 20,000 militias were destroyed. They were divided and surrounded by the Song army, which had been prepared for a long time, as if they were covered with iron ropes, and it was impossible to struggle away.

At this time, the true god is in the world, and I am afraid that there is a possibility to redeem the loser.

But how can there really be a true God?

Ibrahim stood at the head of the city, watching the army outside the city being eaten by the Song army in one bite, and the whole person was like being struck by lightning. Suddenly, his body fell backwards, blood spurted from his mouth, and he fainted.

"Great Khan, Great Khan!"

"Great Khan! Wake up! ”

The city was immediately in a panic. Ibrahim's sudden vomiting of blood and fainting not only fooled the elders and magnates around him, but also the countless soldiers on the head of the city.

No matter how much he loses the city and land, Ibrahim is also the backbone of the Eight Thorns Sand Rolling City. Now the defenders have not only lost all the dangerous places outside the city, but also just suffered a major defeat, and the soldiers have been defeated, and now if even this backbone is gone, won't it collapse that day?

Fortunately, Ibrahim was not in a coma for long, and after a while, he woke up leisurely.

Open your eyes and look at the anxious faces around you.

In a weak voice, he commanded, "Return to the palace quickly!" Back to the palace! ”

Then the defenders were defeated, the Seljuk general was trapped outside the city, the Great Khan was so angry that he vomited blood and fell into a coma, and one bad news after another quickly spread throughout the Eight Thorns.

In the inner palace, Ibrahim rinsed his mouth with water, and the whole person leaned against the head of the bed, his face was ruddy, where did he look like he was going to die?

There were two attendants on the side, one stepped forward to take the water and retreated to deal with it, and the other approached silently and knelt down.

"Are the healers ready?" Ibrahim asked with a sneer.

"It's all ready, don't worry!"

"That's good, that's good!" Ibrahim's smile was bitter, and he lay into the bed, all his strength gone......

Burying one's ancestral business with one's own hands, this taste is ......, it is too uncomfortable.