Just as Li Chou did not expect that his army would be defeated in such a way, Busman did not expect that Li Rang would dare to go out of the city to counterattack despite the weakness of his troops, and what he never dreamed of was that the Bedouin tribe, who were still fighting with him during the day, would be bought by the Min people overnight.

The fate dodged a knife, but the price paid was four fingers, blood gushed out from the severed finger, trembling the left hand in severe pain, and Busman turned his head in disbelief and exclaimed: "Mahe, you have betrayed Arabia and betrayed Allah, are you not afraid of the Lord's heavenly punishment?" ”

The Arab cronies of the same clan as the Busman Xu next to him had already gathered around, preoccupied with guarding in front of him, and lost the opportunity to kill the Busman Su, a little regret appeared on the sturdy face, and Ma He sighed distressedly, if this knife was cut correctly, it is estimated that the generous Prince of Damin would definitely pay a lot of money last night.

After only a moment of regret, Mach raised his head and laughed without guilt.

"The Lord's heavenly punishment? Do you really think you can represent Allah? You are just from a Medina lower tribe, a few generations ago, your ancestors were slaves, if it weren't for the fact that you could lead the group to grab more, Lao Tzu would follow you? ”

"But now the price offered by the Min people is higher, Busmansu, you can be kind again, lend me your head and repay some bounty, hahahaha!"

Laughing, and before his own tribal riders could rush over, Maher picked up his scimitar and slashed straight at Busmansu. Furious, the bessman stretched out his bloody hand in a frenzy, resentful of an Arabian ghoul, and the self-reliant caliph squeezed words out of his teeth with almost cruelty.

"Kill him, open his belly, strangle him with his intestines!"

In the roar of Busmanbeard, the caliph's guards beside him also roared and fought against the camels, but unfortunately, they were also the elite leaders of the desert tribes, but Mach was once a pirate, an outlaw who killed people for a living, the camel and the war horse intersected, and the sword flashed, and the head of the guard flew out, and the blood was scattered four or five meters away.

With a hideous smile on his face, Maher turned the scimitar into a meat grinder like a ghoul from hell, and crushed it from the personal guards of Busman, and in the blink of an eye, he was less than five meters away from Busmanbeard.

I never thought that this mongrel Arab, who was used as cannon fodder, was so fierce, and finally, without the courage to linger, turned around and went to the Pursman to run away from the dignity of the caliph and flee in the wilderness.

At this time, the huge army of sand thieves was also in chaos, and many clans who had just retreated from the front line were suddenly attacked by their comrades from the same camp, and a large number of people died in an incredible way, and then these clans were also extremely annoyed to counterattack back.

Arabs have a tradition of blood feuds, and they can kill an old camel for forty years, let alone have a black hand behind it.

Standing on the high platform of Dubai Harbour, the guerrilla general Xue Ne, who had been preparing to support Li Rang, looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief, in front of his eyes, the Bedouin army, which was still seriously threatening Damin just now, was now chaotic into a long yellow snake that kept devouring its tail.

"How is this possible?"

The thought of defeat was only a flash and was thrown to the back of Xue Ne's mind, even if there is a limit to defeat, at a glance, he has seen more than a dozen people pierced by spears, screaming and falling to the ground, although I don't know the reason, the Arabs are still infighting.

Xue Rengui's family education was passed down, and he didn't think too much about it, and turned around and hurried down the stairs.

On the other hand, this kind of chaos is more intuitively presented in front of Li Rang, once, Li Rang yearns for the peaceful conquest of Confucianism, and now, the bloody battlefield seems to show its other beauty, smelling the smell of blood passed from the dust, Li Rang raised his head a little intoxicated, squinted his eyes, and sniffed deeply.

"Your Highness, shall we also attack and help?"

Looking at the Bedouin army that was in a mess, especially the few clans that swore to him last night, the situation was not good, and they were pressed and beaten by other clans who had suffered losses, Yao Chong still asked worriedly.

"Help?"

Gently opening his eyes, the young Li Rang was as gloomy and impatient as an old man at this time.

"How can it help? Now that Lone has made money, then Lone has to see the corresponding blood! Jiao Dalin, order the army to guard the front, not to give orders alone, and not to attack without authorization! ”

Listening to Li Rang's coldness and impatience, which was completely different from the usual politeness and elegance, he silently stepped aside, and Yao Chong kept his mouth out of his mouth and stopped making a sound.

Li Rang's cronies and guards began to convey Li Rang's orders to the whole army loudly, the jumping soldiers who rushed out were shrunk back, the big oarmen continued to maintain the shield array, and the five thousand Fujian troops who went out to fight stayed quietly under the city wall, changing from participants in the war to spectators.

However, stepping on the uncoagulated viscous blood of the Bedouins, and watching the Bedouins kill each other, the mood of these river protectors was different from the day before.

Yesterday, the main army was wiped out in the desert, and more than 100,000 Bedouin tribes swept through the hinterland of the capital, and every city wall was attacked, with few safe places, and every day there were precarious guards on the low walls.

But today, not only did they go out of the city to defeat the Bedouins who were like a dark cloud over their heads, but they also witnessed the sudden dog-eat-dog infighting of the Bedouins.

Now, it's their turn to counterattack!

The sandstorm-like sand was still steaming, and the hot blood was flowing on the thirsty sand, and it still couldn't contain the anxiety.

Li Rang tried his best to make his money worth spent, but unfortunately, after all, he still didn't let him get his wish, because he grabbed the fighter and couldn't bear Xue Ne's shot.

Li Rang's infantry blocked the city gate and blocked the road for the cavalry to fight, because Li Rang didn't think about relying on cavalry rescue at the beginning, and was ready to wait for the rebellious Arabs to fight.

Cavalry Landing Battle!

The cavalry of the Metropolitan Protectorate, which had been prepared early, landed from the port, and then landed on a flat beach two kilometers away from the port of Dubai, and after seeing the chaos of the Bedouins, Xue Ne himself hurried out of the city by boat, and by the time Li Rang found out, it was too late.

On the grassland, Xue Rengui once had an army of more than 200,000, and no matter how huge the team was, if there was no order, even a small elite army could cut it into pieces.

In the roaring roar, only leading two thousand cavalry, Xue Ne rushed into the military formation first, the heavy iron cavalry was like a running train, seeing Xue Ne pounce, the two sides of the confrontation could no longer care about fighting, and retreated to both sides with a cry of fear.

If you want to be able to stand in the air, you can see that the black river iron army is like a precision scalpel, fiercely injected into the huge Bedouin cavalry mixed yellow tumor, the black is divided into several strands, and the tumor collapses and decomposes at a speed visible to the naked eye in an instant.

Every peeling tumor is a clan, early in the morning to attack the city with all the spirit, inexplicably defeated by the Fujian army out of the city to fight, and inexplicably encountered a civil war, no one knows who is the enemy, there is no hope of looting, and the Bedouin tribes have already fought to the point that there is no slightest willingness to fight.

Xenne's attack was like an opportunity, giving the Arab clans who had long been tired of fighting just the chance to leave the battlefield, leaving the ground with corpses all over the ground, and hundreds of Arab clans returned to their former state of separation, scattered in all directions, and completely disappeared.

Looking at the more than 20,000 Bedouin deserters, Li Rang shook his head in distress.

The unclear cavalry of the Imperial Protectorate also had a bit of a conflict with several Bedouin clans who had already taken refuge in Damin, but fortunately, Ellemaigai, who had been on guard, came over to explain that Xue Ne was full of vigilance and sent them to Li Rang with his troops.

"I've seen Your Highness."

For such a big thing, Li Rang didn't even greet him at all, even if he knelt on the ground and saluted, Xue Ne's voice was still full of complaints and dissatisfaction, but he was still polite, covered in blood, and almost all of the Arab sheikhs who were fished out of the slaughterhouse were angry, especially the chief Cassandrus, who asked for tobacco last night, shouted angrily as soon as they met.

"King of Hezhong County, why is the army of the Min people indifferent to the internal and external attacks that I said last night, because of the treachery of your Fujian dogs, the warriors of our clan have lost five hundred, five hundred!"

Waving his slashed arms, blood even fell on Yao Chong's face on the other side, and Cassandrews wanted to vent his anger until the whole world knew about it.

It's a pity that Li Rang, who was facing him directly, was indifferent, under the armor like an iron tower, there was not even the slightest expression fluctuation on that face, and even Yao Chong, who was splashed with blood, didn't even wipe it, just looked at a few Arabs covered in blood.

"Little Elemaigai, knock to the king of the river." Without thinking about it, Ellermaigay in the back knelt directly on the ground, kowtowed, and followed closely, the most brave and fierce Mach also directly knocked his arrogant head to the ground.

"Little Mach, knock on the king of the river, and the small clan is at your disposal."

Shocked for a moment, the rest of the Bedouin chiefs also hurriedly knelt on the ground as if they had just woken up from a dream, and kept kowtowing incessantly.

has reached this point, the clan is crippled, and if you sing against the Min people, isn't it looking for death? The Arabs, though unruly, are not stupid.

The taste of power spread to his heart little by little, and a strange satisfaction appeared on his cheeks, and Li Rang finally nodded with satisfaction.

"Gather your cavalry and give it to Lone! Keep chasing!! ”

In the roar of a roar, without waiting for the bloody battle for most of the day, the rebellious clan ** breathed, and under the coercion of the Fujian cavalry, one by one the chiefs drank the order, had to be exhausted again, on the avenue, the dust was raised by the horse's hooves, and on the ground, a stall of sweat dripping with blood kept spilling on the ground.

After the Arabs plundered for more than half a month, the Min people counterattacked!