Outside Damascus, the sound of swords and soldiers seems to have approached the city, but in the great palace of the caliph in Damascus, there is still a scene of singing and dancing, and it is even more lively than before.

Since moving here, tens of thousands of people have been expanding this palace, the host is Hou Jie, who has seen the world's top buildings such as Taiji Palace, Daming Palace, and Min Wangjing Palace, Hou Jie's artistic eyes are full of pickiness, and the huge Harry Palace is also becoming more and more refined.

Prosperous different trees, and the varieties overlapping in each season, to ensure that the palace is full of flowers and trees at all times, flowers, layers of prosperity, Greek-style pavilions, Roman-style courtyards, oriental gardens, the classic buildings of various civilizations are carefully hidden in them, but at a certain angle of people passing by, they will completely reveal themselves, giving people a feeling of sudden enlightenment.

A huge man-made lake runs through the palace, and the lake is more luxurious than the Grand Palace in the arid Middle East. One section of the artificial lake is like the rising sun, and the other is like a crescent moon, just at the core of the crescent, several Greek fountains surrounded by gazebos covered with light veils in it, and cool water droplets are sprayed in the air, dissipating the scorching heat.

It's much more comfortable than Mecca, and it's no wonder that when Hassan arrives here, he no longer wants the hungry city of Mecca in the yellow sand.

Lying in the arms of the beauty, Hassan's body, which had been fattened for several laps, shrunk comfortably, as if he was asleep, but whenever the beauty's Qianqian jade finger handed the grapes to his mouth, the sleeping emperor could always open his big mouth covered with beards at the right time.

The two beauties who accompanied him always looked at each other and smiled expectantly when they saw this.

is completely different from those Fanbang women with their hair coiled and rough-handed, the towering buns of the two beauties are coiled into three rings, which looks dignified and atmospheric, and the skin is fair, slender, and beautiful, and they are wearing Tang clothes with long skirts and water sleeves, but compared to orthodox Tang aristocratic women, two sets of Tang clothes, how can the two accompanying beauties feel a little different in temperament, and the coquettish atmosphere can't be concealed.

The two women were both Japanese people, not only the two of them, but also the eight samurai who wore full black armor and even covered their faces in the entire pavilion, and in front of the pavilion, fifty-two long sleeves and long swings, but half of their pink shoulders were exposed, and they danced to the rhythm of the music.

It is said that foreign monks will chant scriptures and are tired of playing the belly dance of the Persian lady, and this merry emperor has a strong interest in the Fujian culture that once almost destroyed the navy of the Arab Empire.

After Princess Aoi was favored, she also brought a bunch of sisters from her own family to the Arab Caliphate Palace, and she blew the pillow wind in Hassan's ear, boasting about the loyalty and courage of the Japanese warriors, and Hassan, who believed that it was true, recruited a thousand Japanese warriors from the Far East to join the Caliphate Praetorian Guard.

Now most of the power of the forbidden army is in the hands of the Japanese warriors, so that many Arab generals dare not speak out, and the duplicity of the Japanese is fully revealed, serving Hassan, these Japanese people are really well-behaved like dogs, they can't fight back and scold and don't return the mouth, and obediently let the nomadic caliph Hassan is comfortable to the sky, and the straight way is the life of the emperor.

But in Damascus, these Japanese people are flying high, bullying and dominating the market, robbing the people's daughters, and even hitting many Arab nobles on the head, every time there is a conflict, the caliph is partial to the Japanese people, which makes the whole Damascus panic, and disgusted with these Japanese to the extreme.

This account naturally fell on Hassan, the master of the Japanese people.

Over the course of a few months, Damascus grew more and more smoky.

On another normal day, if nothing else, Hassan would sleep comfortably in the arms of a beautiful woman listening to music for an afternoon, and then in the evening taste the food offered by the Syrian governor, drink a meal, if drunk, the night will pass, if not drunk, it will be a night with a beautiful woman.

It was such a quiet afternoon, but it was broken by the noise.

"Who is so annoying?"

Disturbed by the noise outside the palace gate in the distance, Hassan opened his eyes impatiently, and the well-behaved Aoi immediately glanced out with a fierce look, and the low samurai Aoi dog wolf who served next to him immediately bowed one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Hay!"

Seeing a neat team of Japanese warriors running towards the palace with long knives on their backs, Hassan nodded with satisfaction, these Japanese people are much cuter than his fellow people, just like a group of dogs, his master will bite whoever he wants, unlike those Arab nobles and old ministers, who are crooked and crooked all day long, and noisy people are annoyed.

Although, it's a little shorter! It would be nice to give them more meat in the future.

Thinking wildly, sleepiness strikes again, and Hassan is drowsy again.

But before Hassan could fall asleep again, a terrible shout sounded in front of the car, causing him to open his eyes in displeasure.

In the next second, Hassan's eyes widened, his fat body almost sat up in shock, and in front of him, a group of warriors who were still neat just now had more than half of them broken, and the black armor was still full of red blood. Kneeling on one knee with a katana, Aoi's little dog wolf said anxiously: "Lord, the big thing is not good, the conscience of those Praetorian Guards is greatly damaged, and they are all reversed, and now they are leading the rebels in the city to storm the palace, please quickly go to the harem to hide!" ”

As if he was thundered, he stayed there in disbelief, until the screams of the daughter of the distant palace came into his ears, which made Hassan's fat body tremble.

"Okay, you are all great loyal ministers, you must stop them for the caliphate, let's go, let's go!"

In the howl like killing pigs, Hassan moved to the harem with great effort under the support of the two Aoi clans, and a group of Japanese dancers also gathered behind in a panic, seeing Hassan go away, the Aoi dog wolf gritted his teeth, and with a whistle, the nearby Japanese samurai brigade immediately gathered over.

The entire splendid Caliphate's palace seemed to be in chaos, countless female slaves and eunuchs scattered in all directions with silent screams, and countless low Japanese warriors with small flags behind their backs and wearing big armor and grimace masks roared and rushed in.

On the other hand, breaking in from the palace gate in the south, under the leadership of the rebel caliphate, hundreds of Arab tribal chiefs led thousands of people, and tens of thousands of Arabs in the city slaughtered in a fierce manner.

The tree-lined paths, the narrow palace alleys, were originally elegant places for concubines, but now they are stained with rich blood, Arab guards wearing Luo ring armor and Japanese warriors fought desperately at the mouth of the lanes, and a corpse fell in the palace.

The Japanese are indeed very desperate, not that the Japanese are really as loyal as the bushido they preach, but in this vast Central Asia, they have no relatives, and the only thing they rely on is the caliph Hassan, who has caused such a big resentment in Damascus, and if Hassan falls, they don't know where they will die.

But the Japanese people are so desperate, they will not retreat, their number is still too small, basically there is no need for the chiefs, elders and nobles of the various departments to do it, the rebellious forbidden army has been all the way over, leaving everywhere the corpses of the two armies fighting.

Harem of the Caliphate's Palace.

The front courtyard is an imitation of the ancient Roman style palace, the Roman emperor was more brutal, loved to watch gladiatorial fights, in order to protect the emperor's safety, the courtyard was built tall and sturdy, and now this design has become Hassan's refuge.

More than 20 Japanese people with long Japanese bows and arrows nervously guarded Hassan's side, and below, the remaining more than 100 Japanese warriors under the leadership of Aoi Little Dog Wolf were desperately fighting a decisive battle against the Arabs of the two or three hundred caliph forbidden army, and the battle was extremely bloody.

Compared with the Japanese samurai during Li Jie's expedition to the Japanese samurai, now the combat effectiveness of these Japanese people has been greatly improved, and they are about to catch up with the height, Tang made more than one meter and five long Japanese knives, and the knife edge of Baotou Steel is not much damaged even when fighting with the Damascus scimitar, but its length is dominant, and it can be used as a long weapon to stab, and can be used as a short weapon to cut.

Rows of Japanese warriors pierced out the long knives, the knives stabbed like rain, and the Arab warriors holding scimitars were flustered for a while, only holding a small round shield to block, but the length of the scimitar could not reach the Japanese warriors, often taking care of the upper and lower, and one did not pay attention to the Japanese knife stabbed in the chest and abdomen, screaming and falling.

The low stature of the Japanese became their advantage again, a lazy donkey rolling with a knife on their backs, several Japanese warriors picked up their long knives and slashed at the back of the Caliph Forbidden Army, and for a time the sword flashed and a group of Praetorian Guards fell in a pool of blood, and some of them had their hands and feet chopped off alive, spurting blood and rolling on the ground.

More than 100 people died, and the rebel forbidden army did not take down these remnants of the samurai for a while.

This kung fu, the chiefs of the various tribes who strode forward, and the elders of the sect imam mullahs also arrived in the harem, seeing this scene, the Damascus imam Esky who was walking in front of everyone~ Sherman couldn't help frowning, and just as he was about to say something, the big tribal chief Faisal on the side had already roared angrily.

"Archers, shoot these bastards sent by the devil to bewitch the caliphate!"

In his roar, the rebel forbidden army, which was still barely supporting, hurriedly retreated to both ends, and in the rear, hundreds of tribal archers hurriedly ran forward with curved bows.

"Dead, dead!"

In front of him, the stunned Aoi dog wolf was full of blood, holding a Japanese sword and yelling at a group of archers, and the rest of the samurai were also arrogant and rushed over with long knives.

"Shoot!"

At the sound of an order, hundreds of archers untied their bowstrings together.

It was almost close to a flat shot, and the defense of the large armor made of bamboo was good, and with such a dense rain of arrows, there were still dozens of Japanese warriors who died on the way to the charge.

The first to bear the brunt, the body was hit by more than ten arrows, and the long knife Aoi puppy wolf did not fall, spurting blood, it seems that the crazy ferocity developed by the island country broke out at the moment of dying, and picked up the knife again, and the aoi puppy wolf rushed forward with a wow-wow.

The Arab archers, having finished shooting, retreated to the rear, and another line of archers rushed to the front, took their bows, and shot their arrows......

"Close the window!"

Without the heart to look any further, Hassan wriggled his fat body and hid in the house.