Yao Chong's speculation is really good, although it seems to have the upper hand, in fact, the situation of Busman is not too optimistic. (The best experience of reading novels is all in [])

The Arabs were too fanatical in their love of freedom, and Muhammad ruled over the whole of Arabia or forcibly unified the minds of all the tribes by virtue of Islam, around the second caliph Abu. Bakr still faces the defection and challenge of Arab clans in Yemen, Oman and elsewhere.

Although he defeated the main force of the Min army in the Battle of Acacia and gained a lot of prestige, the reason why his army grew from 5,000 or 6,000 remnants after the sandstorm to more than 30,000 was that the other tribes believed that the other tribes could lead them to snatch more wealth from the Great Min.

But now, everything that can be grabbed is almost grabbed, and the biggest harvest of the five Damin port cities is like a copper wall and an iron wall, which can not be captured for a long time, and it is about to delay the period of nomadism and cultivation in the past, many tribes have complained and asked to return to the desert, and even some clan chiefs have no respect for him as a caliph in words, and Busman has to endure it, saying good things, coaxing those clans to stay and continue to attack the city.

Because once the port in front of him is captured, the wealth and spoils harvested are still secondary, and in a strategic sense, there is no Min city that can stop in front of the Arab iron cavalry, and Tabusman will also become a hero who ends the tyranny of the Great Min.

Even if he can't become the co-leader of the four caliphs and become a ziyad, a hero like Saladin is still more than enough.

Early in the morning, while the sun was not too scorching, in the desolate horn, the Bedouin cavalry, which was as yellow as sand, still came out of the various military camps with looting **, and the bee chrysalis flocked to the half-section of the Dubai Harbour city wall that was still standing in front of him.

Today, the Min army on the city tower seems to be a little less, and the tiger head shield depicted on the face is much sparser than before, which gives the Bedouin robbers a little more confidence to conquer the city.

Rushing in, the flower world of the Fujian people, the silk as light as the wings of cicadas, the tobacco that can't be smoked, the inexhaustible spices and all kinds of rare treasures are all theirs.

"Warriors of Allah, in this city before you, the spoils of war that God has given you are waiting for you to reap!"

Even Busman had a little more hope, and rode to the forefront on a towering camel, dressed in a black caliph robe, standing out in the yellow military formation, full of the excitement and agitation of the speech, and shouting at the eager Bedouin sand thieves.

"As the caliph, I, Bsmansu, will lead you to conquer this pagan city, bring the light of Allah to the pagan capital, and divide all the treasures among you!"

"Heaven is calling you to rush !! for the glory of the Lord"

The excitement of looting, which was already full of plunder, was encouraged by the Busman beard with religion, and the huge Bedouin army was even more imposing, the camels were restlessly digging the ground, and the people were also shouting excitedly, and at the sound of an order, countless cavalry swept towards the city wall of Dubai like a sandstorm.

Unfortunately, the Arab cavalry who were excited to play their horses did not know that just behind the low city wall, countless armored soldiers were also neatly preparing.

The tiger stripe oar, which is more than half a person high, is neatly arranged into two shield walls, the archers count the bows and arrows in the bags one by one, and the Mo knife hands are also stretching their shoulders.

Even Li Rang didn't stay in the corner tower where he watched the battle on weekdays today, and he was also dressed in heavy armor, different from the ceremonial armor a few days ago, it was really a heavy armor for actual combat, with a layer of chain mail inside, wrapped in a layer of silk to prevent arrow rain, and a piece of armor on the outside, similar to the triple armor of the later generations of step armor, wrapped Li Rang's emaciated body like a zongzi.

On his head was not the silver lion helmet he wore a few days ago, but a simple hood that wrapped his neck, dressed in such heavy armor and carrying a knife, Li Rang himself rushed to the city gate angrily, pulling his sleeves on the side, and Xue Ne, the guerrilla general in charge of commanding the defense, was so anxious that he was sweating profusely. Persuading incessantly.

"Your Highness, calm down! Our army is now scarce in strength, and we can't try to be happy for a while, and we have delayed it for ten years, hold the city wall, and in a few days, the Arabs will definitely withdraw their troops, and with the financial resources of our Damin, it won't take long to make a comeback, Your Highness is cautious! ”

Full of sweat, Xue Ne almost shouted that impulse was the devil, but unfortunately, he didn't even pay attention to him, Li Rang still walked without saying a word, but Yao Chong on the side couldn't bear to see the old boss embarrassed, and he helplessly grabbed his shoulder.

"General Xue, don't worry, there will definitely be changes in the battle situation today, maybe it will be the day His Highness breaks the Arab bandits, and the general doesn't need to be so frightened."

Pretending to be a false persuasion, of course Xue Ne couldn't buy it, and threw Li Rang's fire on Yao Chong again, shook off his hand and roared angrily: "Yao Yuanzhi, you are also a person who has been on the battlefield, a soldier, a murder weapon, a brave man, a fierce virtue, it is related to national affairs, if you don't investigate, you will be in trouble for a hundred years, how can you not judge the situation and rely on luck?" This is a misguided country! ”

Looking at Xue Ne's angry appearance, Yao Chong had to spread his hands very civilly.

"General Xue, Your Highness is a half-monarch, we are ministers, Your Highness also has your own opinions on doing things, you take ideas for Your Highness in everything, even if you are loyal, in the eyes of Your Highness, what is your heart?"

Xue Ne couldn't help but shudder when he said this, seeing that he was somewhat understood, Yao Chong hurriedly struck while the iron was hot.

"Besides, His Royal Highness led the armor infantry, and it was only a hundred steps out of the city, and there was the support of the city wall, even if it was a small defeat, it would not be defeated, and it would not hurt the overall situation."

This sentence finally moved Xue Ne completely, and he sighed lamentingly, and he had to be nervous and busy after the gate.

Seeing that the few remaining iron horsemen began to be summoned, Yao Chong couldn't help but show a little meaningful smile on his cheeks.

At this time, at the head of the city, the battle was raging early in the morning.

The rain of arrows is already a thing of the past, the five-meter-high city head, the Bedouin rider's rope sleeve easily fell on the city with a tower shield carefully defended by the Min army, the camel dragged the rope to gallop in the opposite direction, some of the Fujian army in the hands of the big shield out of their hands, and some of the unlucky people with shields were dragged down the city wall, screaming and rolling in the hot sand, in a moment, countless horses' hooves trampled over.

The already sparse city head is a little empty, in the panic of the Min defenders, the desert robbers are more arrogant and screaming and whistling, to the city under the Arabian camel soldiers stepping on a camel more than one meter high, ants like climbing to the city head of the past, for a long time a long city wall, everywhere is climbing figures, panicked Min army is even more sparse, while carefully controlling the shield to resist the arrow rain attack, while desperately smashing the rolling stone sassa.

Around the city head armor soldiers tried their best, the battle situation was still developing towards deterioration, section by section of the city wall, groups of Arab warriors finally climbed up, began to fight along the city wall, this result was not a few days, but even more inspired the red-eyed sand thieves behind to loot and crowd forward.

Even Busmanbeard seemed to see hope for the lower city, and his dark brown eyes showed triumph and longing.

But at this moment, the gates of the city, which had been closed, suddenly opened.

Before the Arab light cavalry leaning on the city gate reacted, six or seven Mo knives that flashed with cold light were cut down on the head, and immediately a large area of blood suddenly spurted into the sand.

Datang's Mo knife, in fact, can be regarded as the originator of the long knife in China, the primitive smelting process, can not play lighter and faster knives, Mo knife does not have Song, Ming three-pointed two-edged knife, saber, Pu knife and other light and flexible, can even be regarded as bulky.

But it is this heaviness that has created the legend of the Mo knife, the most brave warrior in the selected military formation, the queue is strict, like a wall to enter, the place where the country is locked, the people and horses are broken, the Mo knife hand is stunned to kill the murderous reputation of the shaved head soldier in the grassland, and now the Mo knife hand of Damin is also not to be outdone.

The Arab light horsemen who rushed out of the city only raised their knives, chopped, killed and broke their horses, and the incredible ferocity even frightened the nearby Arab light horsemen into stupidity, until the hot blood of the flying camel's head stained their heads, and then they retreated back in horror.

Two hundred Mo sword soldiers rushed out, and in the blink of an eye, a gap was created, and even Xue Ne, who was watching the battle at the head of the city, was unexpected, and directly pumped cold air.

At the head of the city, the spearmen of the Fujian army, who had been in ambush for a long time, also flipped out, and the Arab warriors who were still showing off their might at the head of the city were stabbed down from the city for the first time, and then a large spear fell from the city wall, and they hated to be stuck in the dense crowd.

The frozen cavalry was not even as nimble as the infantry, and the gunners just walked away from the horses and stabbed their horses, killing the corpses of the Arab riders who were in a hurry with their scimitars.

In less than a few quarters of an hour, the sand thieves who had been killed in the dust retreated like a tide, and this time it was estimated that more than 1,000 horses would be lost under the city, and in the angry shouts of the Busman who had also retreated in shock, a large number of Bedouin riders jumped off their horses, rounded their bows, and shot at the Min soldiers under the city.

It's a pity that this kung fu, with the precision of the Fujian army shield hand no longer knows when to rush out, the neat two columns of shields from top to bottom to form a new city wall tightly wrapped in the Min army armor, three rounds of arrow rain, in addition to leaving a full shield of arrows, does not seem to have caused much damage to the Min army.

At the sound of an order, the shield array burst open, the Bedouin people were stunned, Li Rang swung his sword forward, and a moment later, the Damin archers who had already bent their bows for a long time also threw out a rain of arrows that were ready to attack, and the same arrow array attacked, and the Bedouin riders fell off their horses like dumplings.

"The Min people who deserve to go to Hellfire!" Already mad with rage, Busman slapped his camel and cursed, his eyes were also full of shock, and he suddenly came back to his senses, and Mach suddenly drew his sword and slashed it.

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