In the jingling sound, all the sundries that dragged down the march were all abandoned, tents, cauldrons of the firehead army, under the reluctant gaze of the sergeants, soon piled up into a hill, which attracted the eyes of the captives of the Cypriots who were driven away, the iron pot was a rarity on the grassland, often a tribe only had two or three people, and one by one the nomads hesitated to pick it up, but they didn't dare.

Seeing this scene, stroking the iron pot in his arms, and with a piece of the shriveled bottom of the pot, he sighed, and the old cook's wrinkled and dry old hand took the handle of the pot and threw it casually, and then followed the footsteps of the large team without looking back, and hurried towards the north.

It can ignite the enthusiasm and fighting spirit of the whole army in a short time, not only because of Xue Li's personal charm, but also because of the strict military discipline of the Fujian army.

Finally, there was a large-scale national war, and I went deep into the grassland to starve and freeze for more than 20 days, but I almost got nothing, and the hard work became in vain.

It's so unwilling!

Unfortunately, this time, the soldiers who surrounded the white-cloaked King of Fukushi, Li Rang, and Anna did not know that they would embark on a dangerous, difficult, and potentially rewarding path to death.

As one of the few people who saw the danger ahead very clearly, Wanyan Aguta's team dragged to the end.

The fluttering wings fluttered in the wind, Hai Dongqing briskly flew up to the snow-white sky, looking at the gray shadow getting farther and farther away, Wanyan Agu couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and then he also turned around and merged into the cavalry of the Fujian Army West Road, which was dragged for a long time.

A few feathers fluttered down gently from the sky, like floating petals, gliding smoothly in the sky, Hai Dongqing's eyes seemed to suddenly flash a bright light, a sharp chirp, the vigorous Hai Dongqing suddenly swooped down on the ground, and a pair of sharp claws with a letter tube stretched out fiercely forward......

…………

"Ahhhhh!!hh

The red-hot soldering iron was burned on the already scorched flesh, and the wound that had finally scabbed was suddenly torn open, and the yellow serum gushed out along with the viscous blood due to the high temperature, and the scorched smell echoed horribly like the terrible screams of human voices.

"Don't say it yet?"

The soldering iron stabbed fiercely in the chest, and the old Persian guard was as hideous as a cursed mummy crawling out of a pyramid under the wind and sand.

It's a pity that he was still greeted with a mouthful of bloody spittle as always.

The lips were swollen and cracked like a few sausages, and the cheekbones on one side were swollen so high that one of the right eyes was wrapped in it and couldn't be opened, and the originally handsome face was full of scars.

"Allah is standing behind me, and the gates of heaven are showing its glory to me, and with you demonic minions, there is no way to destroy the will of the Lord's warriors, and I see that the angels are smiling at me, and when I enter heaven under the embrace of the Lord, it will be when your souls will be tormented by endless fire forever in Hell, wahahahaha!"

The broken body, the tenacious will of the saints, even the old Persian guards couldn't help but take a half step back in shock, listening to Sarah's laughter, and several other torturers also laughed, and the laughter of the group of torturers was chilling.

Fortunately, the old fellow who didn't know how many years he had lived, settled down, and the ugly old Persian guard sneered with a wrinkled face, casually threw the soldering iron back into the stove, stretched out his hand and stroked behind his back and said: "The Lord will not be on the side of the despicable assassins at all, only the descendants of the Prophet Muhammad are the only representatives of the Lord, look at your colleagues, how good they are now, their bodies are redeemed, and after death, their souls will ascend to heaven with the blessing of His Highness Hussein, and it is you stubborn assassins who should go to hell."

Where the old Persian guard triumphantly pointed, more than a dozen people squatted on the ground wrapped in cloaks and holding bread, but the Assasin Assassin bowed his head in shame.

Under the contest between the leather whip and the meat for so many days, after all, not all of them had such a tenacious will, the first one was relieved under the torture, and the rest of the two who were not strong-willed also weakened, except for the five people who were tortured to death in the torture, more than a dozen people who were captured surrendered one after another.

When Assasin confessed the first time, Hussein was so grateful that he did not hesitate to come over to accompany him and set up a banquet for the traitor of the Assassin, but unfortunately, in the end, it was all in vain, and the Assassin had no idea who was behind it, not even the location of the Eagle's Nest.

Hou Jie was too guarded, he never told these assassins about his identity, and when he went out of the Eagle's Nest, he also gathered the selected teenagers in the prayer hall and charmed them with drugs, before handing them over to Li Que, the only one he trusted, to lead the horse and take them out.

Assasin was taken to the Eagle's Nest for adoption when he was very young, and he was trained hard to kill people for several years when he grew up, and it was so fantastical to leave, what vital information could he know, and Hussein was greatly disappointed by asking questions, and the heavenly beauties and fantastical stories he narrated made Hussein's own camp panic.

If it weren't for this effort, the second assassin would not have been able to stand it, and the confession was exactly the same as the first, and Hussein wanted to throw him back and continue to torture him.

The captured Assasin couldn't stand the torture one after another, surrendered, and the confessions of the confession disappointed Hussein again and again, and finally he simply didn't come by himself, and left all of them to the old Persian guards to take care of, and the remaining six such as Sara, who still refused to give in and surrendered, became Hussein's last hope.

Looking at the example that the old Persian guard had pointed out to him, Sarah's only left eye simply brushed aside with disdain, and snorted mockingly, while the rest of the Assassins who listened to the confession hung their heads in shame, their faces full of regret.

Under the illusion effect of Ah Furong, Hou Jie promised them a convincing paradise, and now, for the sake of this dry bread and water in their hands, even if they betrayed, these Assasin people are still ashamed of it.

Sarah's disdainful expression angered all the torturers in the dungeon, and an Arab torturer with knotted muscles and a bearded face grabbed the red-hot iron and was about to continue burning it on Sarah, scolding and shouting: "Little brute, let you not move, you don't have to wait for you to die, when you are alive, Lao Tzu will let you know the taste of hell."

Seeing that the reddened soldering iron was about to leave a new scar on Sarah's exposed thigh, another dry but powerful hand grabbed it violently.

"Sir?" The torturer turned his head in disbelief and looked at the withered and hideous old face of the Persian guard.

Without even a pair of eyelids, the old Persian guard said in his dry and hoarse voice with an expressionless face: "It's enough today, it's cheaper to let them die, bring them back, pour some broth, and continue to torture tomorrow."

"Cheap you little brute!"

Reluctantly, the torturer retracted the soldering iron and put it back into the fire.

With a clatter, the thick iron chain at the door of the cell was unfastened, and several torturers carried Sara like a dead dog, threw it heavily on the straw, and then locked the door and drove away.

This last step was obviously a bit redundant, and after days of brutal torture, Sara was no longer the sturdy Assasin assassin who could run a hundred miles a day, and the brutal torture made him break the muscles and muscles in his arms and legs, and he couldn't stand up in battle, let alone escape.

Falling heavily on the ground, some pale yellow soup squirted out of his mouth, and Sara also flipped to the ground and really couldn't move, and the pain on his body even made him mentally dazed and fell into a hallucination.

It seems that I have returned to that beautiful paradise, full of beautiful angels chasing and playing, the river is not flowing water, but milk and honey, the golden trees are full of all kinds of crystal clear gems, countless barbecues, even if you are drunk, you will not have a headache, the delicacies are served by angels one by one, in the "Quran", the great warriors and heroes in history who fought and died for the Lord gathered happily to sing and enjoy the beauty of heaven.

Looking envious, Sara also wanted to join their party, but his broken body made him unable to stand up no matter what.

Just when Sara was distressed, a pair of white bare feet appeared in front of him, and he looked up in confusion, and the beautiful face of the angel he had met in heaven and his best friend was looking at him with a sweet smile.

"Help me!"

Stretching out her hand, Sara beckoned to the angel with difficulty, but unfortunately, the angel smiled and avoided his arm, and instead of helping him up, he squatted down in front of him, and his little white hands kept fiddling with something on the ground.

"Help. I! Help me! ”

Holding up her fleshy arms, Sara said hoarsely with difficulty.

In his stomach, the broth that the torturers forcibly poured into him finally played a little role, but the rereplenished physical strength made Sarah's nerves sensitive again, and the boundless pain finally pulled him back from the hallucination, and his eyes were dark, and all the heavenly beauty disappeared, and when he came back again, there was only the moldy straw in front of him.

Enduring the pain, Sarah's agonized frenzy slammed her only movable head to the floor, screaming with intense hatred for herself.

"It's almost there, why didn't you go to heaven?"

Blood flowed down from the door of the head, but after a few hits, Sara suddenly stopped, looked at the place where the head was just now, where, a line of strange and mysterious words did not know when it was engraved there, and looked at it in amazement for a few seconds, Sara suddenly went crazy and rubbed it desperately with his bloody right hand on which line, until the blood and rotten flesh covered it, and then he crawled frantically to the side of the cell door, knocking on the cell door and shouting loudly.

"Come on, I've confessed!!"

"You're willing to recruit?"

The outer cell door was opened as soon as possible, and the old Persian guard rushed in with a grim face......

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