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"Hey, brother, your part?"

Seeing that the errand was done and such a moth jumped out, Maxlaimai excitedly led the entourage to stop the granary, and the fat grain overseer also unceremoniously tilted his head and led the guards to greet him, and Lai chirped.

"This is the salary of Ziyad, the lord of the east, Allah! Could it be that you are going to rebel? ”

"Hmph, Ziyad is a bird, his Kufa army is only more than 20,000 people, and he is still a second-line soldier who enjoys peace in Kufa, why can he enjoy so much military pay alone, more than 100,000 saints who fought with the Greeks. Brother Zhan can only eat camel dung and drink the northwest wind, and today these salaries must go to our holy war army, otherwise, someone will shed blood today! ”

Hungry and desperate is the most outrageous, excited to the extreme, blood-red eyes, Maslay Mai roared with a scimitar, the fierce momentum really stopped the fat quartermaster, and he took a step back in shock before he reacted, and the fat man was also a fat face flushed, and he also pulled out the knife desperately.

"The old man's army is a second-line soldier? Who is the defense of Kufa? Fujian! The Fujian people who defended against the 300,000 imperial army in the first battle of Tai Xifeng, the old men are all patrolling the border with their heads, what happened to the military salary? Bleed? I have to see who bleeds today. ”

Both sides are in a desperate posture, there are more fat people, and the desperate momentum of Maxlaimai's people is stronger, and it is impossible to say who suffers and who takes advantage, seeing that the red knife is really going in and the white knife is out, at this time, a cold buzz sounded in everyone's ears.

A long arrow was stuck in the grain cart in a daze, the tail of the arrow was still rattling, everyone froze for a moment, and a moment later, under the escort of a Persian monster more than two meters tall, whose muscles held up the leather armor inlaid with metal, and carried a bow, Huje Emir wore the elegant silk robes of the Arab nobles, and paced politely.

"What the hell is going on?"

Immediately excitedly like seeing his father, the fat man jumped in front of Hou Jie like a ball, pointing at Maslemai and excitedly complaining in Arabic.

"Xiangguo, this barbarian wants to rob our Kufa army of salaries!"

Today's Hou Jie has a higher status in the Arab Empire, even the tough and arrogant Maislemai just now did not dare to play tricks, and after hesitating for a moment, the vanguard adjutant actually knelt down on one knee in front of Hou Jie with a pop.

"Xiangguo, S. The army of war has captured the Greeks' house of Ephs, from where you can already peek into Constantinople, but the army of holy war is not an army of angels under Allah after all, and it can fight without eating and drinking, and more than 100,000 brothers have been killing camels and drinking blood for more than ten days, begging the adults to pay their salaries. ”

To Maxlemai's surprise, Hou Jie had neither anger nor any expression, just hummed, and immediately waved his hand at the fat quartermaster.

"You keep moving."

"Xiangguo!"

Beads of sweat broke out on his head, and Maslemai was unwilling to stand in front again, provoking the bow-wielding Persian monster to take a step forward unkindly, glaring at him with murderous anger. However, glancing at Maxlaimai, Hou Jie gently waved back the monster and spit out a sentence lightly.

"The salaries of the Western Army, the emir Ben, are ready."

Just said so lightly, dispelling most of Maxlaimai's fighting spirit, unwilling to watch the fat man triumphantly load the last bit of things into the car and take them away.

Following Hou Jie's carriage around Damascus for half a circle, he came to a warehouse in the west, compared to the warehouse of the Kufa army, this warehouse is obviously a little smaller, a little dilapidated, and the food and materials in it are not as many as the Kufa army, standing in front of the warehouse, Hou Jie still hummed so lightly.

"Lieutenant Governor, they're yours."

"Xiangguo, our army has more than 100,000 people, just like that......"

I'm afraid of comparison, and after glancing at the first glance, Maxley Mai shouted unwillingly, but unfortunately, Hou Jie was as indifferent as ever.

"Damascus supplies the eastern garrison, the northern conquest army, and the southern suppression army, it is already a limit, the western army should have been supplied by Egypt, and this emir has taken out these for the sake of Allah's common believers, if you don't want it, go to the caliph and go personally."

Seeing Hou Jie's tough attitude and snorting coldly, Meslemai had to soften again, Egypt? The port of Alexandria was burned down by pirates from nowhere, and thousands of merchant ships were destroyed in the war, and Egypt could not count on it in the short term.

Something is better than nothing, and the front-line army is still drinking camel blood! Glancing back unwillingly, with his right hand on his heart, Maxlemai finally bowed deeply and bowed down to show obedience, Hou Jie didn't look at him again, and directly turned around arrogantly and stepped into the carriage.

In the midst of the busy traffic, the western Arab army finally had a salary to slowly move onto the cart, and every sergeant's face revealed a sense of relief. Watching the hot scene from afar on the road, the Persian monster, who had been silent, was quite unwilling to bow his head to the gorgeous four-wheeled carriage.

"Master, it's so easy to give military pay to those guys in the West? When they came to Damascus, they went to the house of the Emir of Hussein for the first time, and they did not see the emir once, and they did not take you as the master at all. ”

"Hmph, it's not that simple."

Looking at the carts full of supplies, Hou Jie's expressionless and indifferent face finally showed a strong contempt.

"Although the things have been given, but the transportation still needs the help of the local governors and prosecutors, and the news has been passed on, and the transportation losses in various places have been reported higher, and then let the people of the Eagle's Nest loot some more, and when they arrive at the Buddha House, it is enough for the people of Faleda to survive and not starve to death."

"Hmph, Ben Emir wants these barbarians in the desert to know who is the real master! Let's go! ”

China's experience in political struggle for several thousand years is not comparable to that of the Arabs, who have risen for less than a century. As soon as the curtain was lifted, Hou Jie's figure was hidden in the carriage, arching his body full of admiration, and the Persian monster looked at Meslemai and the others who were still carrying things stupidly with a cruel smile, and also rode to the front of Hou Jie's convoy with contempt, opened the way for Hou Jie, and walked towards the center of the city.

Royal Palace in Damascus.

It was once the governor's palace and dormitory of Mu'awiyah, but after the Abbasids took over, not only did it not destroy it, but built and strengthened it on the basis of the Umayyad family.

The hands of skilled craftsmen from China, Persia and Rome seem to have revived the hanging gardens of ancient Babylon here, under the drip irrigation of the hidden pipes sold underground, layer by layer of garden pyramids around the gorgeous palace, shuttling between the various layers, countless beauties of all ethnic groups are giggling and playing in it, as if it is really like the paradise in the Quran.

Although this paradise is covered with the bones of tens of thousands of non-Arabs like hell, this does not prevent it from becoming the most gorgeous jewel in the crown of the caliphate.

"Hehe, little beauty, this caliph will catch you immediately, when the time comes, you have to take the initiative and kiss you twice! Don't cheat! ”

"I hate it!"

"Hee-hee, Caliph, come! I'm here! ”

In the laughter like silver bells, Hassan, who was dressed in gorgeous silk, was as stupid as a bear, blindfolded and constantly groped, a group of mini skirts that were only wearing bandeau and short could not be shorter, and beautiful beauties of all ethnic groups were bare-footed with delicate silver bells, laughing and dodging around to do hide, and every time Hassan pounced in the air, these little beauties giggled and laughed.

Although he was busy fighting for power for a while when he first ascended the throne, after the power stabilized, Hassan's nature was revealed again, for the pleasure of the boudoir, the strong possessiveness of the beauty made him want to stay in the palace every day, and he didn't take a step out of the pleasure, and the power of the caliph also allowed him to really collect a group of beauties unimaginable by ordinary men.

If it weren't for the annoying interruptions, even better, like now.

"Caliph, Caliphate!"

A middle-aged man with a rather tall figure, dressed quite majestic and majestic, and more leadership than the fat Hassan, hurriedly walked in with a few notebooks, listening to the familiar voice, Hassan couldn't help but tear off the silk from his eyes in disappointment, and turned his head angrily.

"Brother, it's you again! Didn't I say that at this time, brother, I am busy communicating with Allah, don't keep bothering me! ”

The Qur'an is indeed very liberal in its request for women, and Allah's reward for his devout followers is that women are also a part of it, and Hassan can barely be regarded as busy worshipping and fearing the true God. However, this stylish and temperamental middle-aged handsome Arab guy obviously didn't listen to a word.

"Caliph, something is wrong! Alexander was attacked, the supply of soldiers on the Western Front became a problem, and now the war to conquer Byzantium has reached a critical moment, and if you are not careful, it will cause a catastrophe! ”

The heartbroken middle-aged handsome Arab guy is called Hussein, Hassan's half-brother, that is, Hou Jie's jealous emir Hussein, he is really worried about the country and the people, a bill trembles, but unfortunately Hassan is not interested in listening to it and yawns.

"The one in charge of Damascus is the Emir Marquis, why don't you go to him?"

Seeing the impatient appearance of the female slaves of all ethnic groups who hired Tingting behind him, Hassan was a little more anxious in his heart, and impatiently urged Hussein to leave quickly.

It's a pity that when he heard Hou Jie's name, Hussein was even more angry and shouted in annoyance.

"Brother, you are a caliph, how can you give everything to that Tang man from the East, who is more lowly than a wriggling maggot in the mud? Do you know what he has done, colluding with his friends, purging dissidents, and conquering the Byzantine army loyal to His Majesty, he is stuck with General Faleda's supplies, and people like Hou Jie will go to Hell sooner or later! Caliph, see it clearly! ”

"Really?"

Hussein said it so seriously, and Hassan was finally a little moved, but at this time, the eunuch who was in the palace after the Khalid family at the door was punished suddenly screamed sharply.

"Emir Ibrahim. Lord Hou is here! ”