82_82988 There is no Haidongqing in West Asia, this fierce and psychic bird is unique to the ethnic minorities in Northeast China, not only an excellent helper for survival and hunting, but also a totem worshiped by the Prudence, Goguryeo, Heishui Spirit, Khitan and other ethnic groups.

This kind of falcon is difficult to catch, and it is extremely difficult to tame, only one or two can be obtained for every thousand, but after taming, Haidongqing is extremely psychic, can fly thousands of miles to transmit information, and can hover over his head to guide the enemy for the master, in the entire Liaodong, Haidongqing is extremely precious, around the Liao King Li Tai begged the King of Fujian Li Jie and had to cut his love to pay tribute, the entire Fujian country is only ten, and Hou Jie has one in his hand.

At the beginning of the Middle Ages, there was no radar, and from the time of chasing Hussein at noon, the group ran along the rugged mountains of Ancatolia for a day, and ran out for two or three hundred miles, even if Hussein's Persian guards who escaped found the cavalry support stationed in Asia Minor, even Li Que himself did not know where he went, how could he appear at that moment in the mountain pass where Hussein had just escaped.

It wasn't until he saw that Hai Dongqing Li Que realized that he had arranged for them to assassinate Hussein from beginning to end, it was completely a bureau, and Hou Jie must have buried the nail under Hussein's command, relying on Hai Dongqing's guidance to track the trajectory of the Assasin people on the periphery of the mountain, although I don't know why, but it was indeed Hou Huang who betrayed her and the loyal Assasin under her command.

As for why, Li Que didn't want to know at this time, full of exhaustion and malaise, Li Que directly collapsed on the floor of the cabin.

Seeing her like this, Hou Jie sneered disdainfully and turned around to walk out of the cabin, but as soon as he walked to the door, a trace of hesitation appeared on Hou Jie's face, and it was immediately replaced by cynical ruffianism.

"If you can't stand this, you better go back to Fujian, let King Min change to someone who is cold-blooded and spicy enough, you're too tender!"

Listening to Hou Jie's ridicule, after a few seconds of pause, Li Que slowly stood up against the wall, left the cabin tiredly without saying a word.

By this time, Hussein's army on the shore was almost gone, and only the cavalry that swept the tail was left, complaining that splashing water to sweep away the blood stains left by the corpses of the Assasin assassins.

Basins of seawater splashed on the ground, but the sticky and dark blood stains could not be cleaned no matter how hard they were cleaned.

The small Arab sailing ship with a big belly also hung up its sails and drifted eastward, facing the cold sea breeze, but Li Que stood at the bow of the boat, looking at that direction for a long time and did not leave.

Even if the sea fog obscures the port, it is no longer possible to see clearly.

In the cabin, next to the window, a pot of boiling hot water was poured into the bowl, and the black powder in the bowl was washed away, steaming, and a bowl of black liquid was bubbling with the fragrance.

Picking up the edge of the bowl and blowing the hot air, Hou Jie took a sip gently, and in an instant, the rich bitterness made his entire brow wrinkle, and it took a long time to spit out a mouthful of turbidity, but he finally stretched his brows.

At first, he was very strange why Li Jie asked him to send people to Ethiopia, Africa, to find the seeds and fruits of this bitter thing that is similar to traditional Chinese medicine, called coffee, but now he seems to understand that only by experiencing it can he taste the helplessness contained in the bitterness of this thing.

Raising his head and glancing at the top of his head, Hou Jie picked up the bowl again and poured a heavy sip of bitter black espresso......

can be Hou Jie's political enemy, although Hussein has a straight temper, but he is not stupid, and on the other hand, he can be Hou Jie's political enemy for so long, if Hussein didn't have enough wisdom, he would have fallen a long time ago.

So, having captured such a large number of important prisoners, Hussein did not rush to transport them back to Damascus, the capital of the Arab Empire, but settled down in the port of Sayussus in Cilicia, and also lent thousands of men from the western expedition of the empire, General Faleda, to keep the small port so that no flies could fly into it.

The Great Desert of Najd does not produce iron, food, weapons and armor, and almost all human goods cannot be produced except sand, but Hussein led his troops to fight hard against the rebels of the Hawariji faction for a long time, but they are well-armed, food and grass are abundant, and each attack is a little more fierce than the last one, disturbing the heart of the Arab Empire, the heart of the Hejaz, Mecca, Medina is a ruin of war.

It is impossible to rely on the tribes of the desert themselves, unless someone secretly supports them, and there are only three satrapies in Syria and Iraq that have this ability nearby.

Egypt could first rule out that he was close friends with the Egyptian imams, and that the Egyptian army was still fighting alongside him in Mecca at this time, and that the Egyptians could never have sent supplies to the enemy while desperately trying their best, and that they had no motive for this.

The Viceroyalty of Iraq? It is possible that the Arab tribes of Yemen there have always been conquered tribes, and even if they converted to Islam, they are not of the same mind as the empire, especially after they occupied Mesopotamia, and the Abbasids forcibly ordered them to return to the desert.

However, the fertile land of Mesopotamia was also severely damaged in the violent war turmoil, and the Kufa army still needed Syrian support, so many military rations and materials, they could not get it, and it was possible to send people to fight.

The last one, which is the most suspicious, is Syria, Syria with Damascus, Palestine, and Antioch is Mu'awiyah's lair, although it has also been hit in turmoil, but it has preserved its strength the most, and at the same time, as a political enemy, Hussein also has to admit that Hou Jie's character is not good, and his means of collecting money are first-class.

Relying on the annual extortion of the Kingdom of Jerusalem and the several secret trade routes in his hands, Hou Jie not only supported the three supply lines to the east, north, and west, but also handed over a large amount of material taxes to the caliph as horses every year to please him.

If you want to say who in the Arab Empire can support such a rebellion, Hussein believes that it must be Hou Jie, which is also the reason why Hussein and Hou Jie are so fiercely arguing.

The whole of Syria is Hou Jie's eyes, ears and minions, and he sent the captured Assasin assassins to Damascus, and it is estimated that before the caliph interrogated, the people have been killed by Hou Jie, so they stopped at this seaside port, Hussein wants to pry open these Assasin's mouths with his own hands, return to Damascus with conclusive evidence, and kill Hou Jie with one blow.

In the dungeons of the former Byzantine governors of the port, sixteen scarred teenagers were stripped naked and hung dying on the wall, and in front of them, more than thirty torturers were sweating round whips, and the sound of crackling echoed in the gloomy, cold, damp, blood-soaked dungeon.

On the ground, a small layer of dark black pus and blood had accumulated.

"Hurry up! You lowly Assassins, cover the dregs of Hellfire! ”

The torturers were all tired and sweaty, rubbing the disgusting black chest hair that was full of sweat, and scolded in annoyance, but unfortunately, Assasin, who didn't have a piece of good meat on his body for more than a dozen people, twisted his face to the side with disdain, and one with blue eyes whistled and laughed.

"It is you heretical lackeys who have turned holy Islam into a vulgar secular state, and it is you heretical lackeys who have changed to Hellfire! Just beat me to death! Allah will judge us fairly, and when the time comes, Lao Tzu will be in Heaven, and he will watch you struggle in Hellfire, hahahaha! ”

The wound was torn and the corners of the mouths of the Assasin teenagers twitched in pain, but the dozen or so teenagers were still laughing unbridledly, and the laughter was gloomy, as if it came from hell, and the torturers were also Arabs after all, and they couldn't help but retreat when they heard it.

Not far behind the torturers, on the stairs outside the wooden cell doors, listening to the voices coming from inside, Hussein's handsome middle-aged handsome Arab face was also gloomy as if it was going to rain.

"Emir, do you want another batch of torturers? For those Christians? ”

Religion is the most evil thing, and the Arab torturers found out from the army in the past few days have been affected by these evils? The evil Assasin was frightened several times, and it was estimated that he could not withstand this wave after listening to the movement inside, and in desperation, the old and haggard Persian guards simply asked for instructions depressedly.

However, Hussein, who had a gloomy face, suddenly waved his hand to reject his simplicity, and simply walked down the stairs with anger on his face, and the old Persian guard hurriedly followed with his head down, and then took two steps to open the door for Hussein.

Inside the door, more than 20 Arab torturers were walking out of the door full of fear and trembling, and seeing Hussein's unhappy face, more than 20 people were even more panting and bowed their heads in salute.

"Emir!"

"Follow Ben Emir! Follow the Prophet's grandson, the son of Allah's spokesman on earth! Will you go evil for a while? Evil heresy! ”

Hussein's gloomy words made the eyes of the twenty or so frightened and depressed torturers light up, and they followed Hussein obediently.

Hussein's lineage is a huge advantage, his father Ali was the adopted son of the Prophet Muhammad, and he was from the same family as the Hashemite, and the reason why the Shiites admired Ali so much was because of his bloodline, the grandson of the Prophet, who had great appeal among ordinary Arabs.

The twenty or so big hands even forgot the horror of the evil sect of the Assasin assassins just now, and followed behind with arrogance.

At the innermost end of the dungeon, more than a dozen Assasin assassins hung on the wall with blurred flesh and blood, as if they were dying, but as soon as they saw Hussein, a dozen or so people seemed to come to life, all of them glared angrily, scolded messily, and even sprayed a mouthful of blood on Hussein's shoes.

Without wrinkling his head, Hussein stared domineeringly at the blue eyes at the front, and raised his hands compassionately.

"I, the son of the Prophet Muhammad and the son of Caliph Ali, Husayn of Mecca, the revelation of Allah is here, in the name of the Prophet's heir, Ben Amir admonishes you! Whatever heresy promises you paradise is false, only believe in the caliph and in Allah's spokesman on earth, or you will go to Hell after death! ”

The name of the Prophet Muhammad's descendants had an unparalleled appeal at that time, and when he learned that the target of his assassination was actually the descendants of the Hashemite family, even Sara and more than a dozen Assasin couldn't help but widen their pupils.

"Believe me, I'm here to bring you salvation!"

Looking at the surprised expressions of the more than a dozen assassins with satisfaction, Hussein opened his mind, and said more kindly......