Chalun knew that Batu still didn't understand him, and let out a faint sigh in his heart.

Chalun knew that at this moment, there were many more cities that were destroyed under the bombardment of the Mongol army.

The remnant sun is like blood, and the smoke is soaring into the sky.

A strong wind blew. A squirming green blade of grass swept up by the long wind, and drifted over the dark and dreary Mongol camp for more than a mile, and then another gust of wind came obliquely, and threw it lightly into the sky, slowly skimming the positions of the two armies in the cool, dry air, and drifting into the gates of Tomtal Castle, which seemed to hang in mid-air between the high and precipitous cliffs.

A dirty hand reached into the air and grabbed the whirling blade of grass, and a black face that had not been washed for several days smiled, and the other dirty hand put down the black handle of the knife and moved it to help, and the blade of grass was folded in half and gently held between the chapped upper and lower lips.

The hairy baby soldier's immature Adam's apple moved, and the distant flute of grass and leaves floated out, and the monotonous whining added a touch of bleak coolness to the autumn world.

This coalition of Arabs and Turks from all over the country had been facing off against the Mongol army of 20,000 for a month, stubbornly struggling with the treacherous terrain of the castle, consuming less and less food, water, and young life little by little.

Perhaps, in the end, those dreams of beauty and heaven will all be lost with the white bones on the bleak autumn plain after the yellow sand of the ancient battlefield is raised.

A muffled thunder sounded in the distance, and the sound of the flute of blades of grass disappeared into the evening breeze of the setting sun like a kite that had torn off a string.

Again, two, three, the rubble and gravel thrashed and rolled on the moor, and the growing noise of footsteps and clamours in the castle converged towards the tower, and pair after pair of eyes looked in horror at the incredible sight in the distant Mongol camp through the battlements and lookouts. The noise gradually dimmed, and only the muffled thunderous sound still beat the eardrums of Allah's warriors in the city again and again.

That was the first time that the "savage behemoth" appeared on the battlefield.

For the tens of thousands of lives still alive in the castle at this time, there was really no other way out except to watch the huge cannonballs roar towards them with death. And this originally impregnable castle with a total history of more than 200 years collapsed into a burning ruins on this night, buried in the bizarre memory of history.

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