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The sound of heavy footsteps sounded chaotically at the head of the city of Thirsty Water, which was the sound of the Persian heavy cavalry's unique iron-clad boots trampling on the masonry road, and in the face of the new day's rising sun, countless aristocratic soldiers and warriors poured into the streets, controlling this earthy yellow ancient city in Central Asia that had experienced more than a thousand years of wind and sand in the palm of their hands. The update is the fastest and the fastest to the eye

At the same time, the black rolling angry dragon banner representing the Fujian State was retreating outward step by step, and under the order of General Zhenxi, the 10,000 right guards and cavalry of Thirsty Water City abandoned all heavy equipment and went out of the city lightly and thriftily, and were stationed in the military camp where the left Weiwei and the right guard were stationed in the east of the city.

Although some officers and soldiers were suspicious of this, it was not uncommon for the military order to rely on the Persians to defend the entire city, so the right guard still went out of the city according to the order.

The morning was spent in this strange change of guard, and by noon a large puff of smoke and dust had swept in from the north.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves was overwhelming, and hundreds of thousands of Central Asian nomadic cavalry completely broke through the defense line of the Great Wall in the Hindu Kush Mountains for dozens of miles in Fujian like a divine soldier, and broke through to the soft hinterland of Khorasan.

Surrounded by thousands of elite Persian cavalrymen wearing chain mail, face armor, and even war horses wrapped in metal vests, wearing towering hats that belong to the Persian emperor Shahansha, wearing dazzling armor like Huzdas, the god of light, waving the totem banner of the Persian Empire, Belus's deep-set brown eyes, and a large number of extremely excited people in this distance, the ancient city of Central Asia that had caused him heavy losses a year ago, was surging for a while.

The opportunities of life are truly wonderful, and Belus himself can be regarded as a number of ups and downs.

When the Arabs overwhelmingly brought the banner of green stars, moons and suns to level the Persian Empire, Belus once thought that this was the end, but the sudden rise of the Min State defeated Islam in the land of Iran, and the Kingdom of Khorasan was established, which gave Belus hope.

A few years ago, the defeat of the Middle East of the Fujian State made Belus think that the time had come to get rid of the control of the Fujian State and revive Sassanid Persia.

Especially in the battle of Thirsty Water City a year ago, the main force of the Governor's Mansion of Jiling Prefecture suffered heavy losses and led thousands of defeated soldiers to retreat to the grassland.

For their own interests, the three nobles who were originally the pillars of the Khorasan Kingdom also secretly communicated to him, betrayed hundreds of fortresses in the Hindu Kush Mountains, and now they are dedicating the thirsty water city to him, especially the policy of Fujian blockading the border passes has made the barren Central Asia suddenly impoverished, and hundreds of thousands of steppe warriors have to unite under his command to die and struggle, so that his wings are full again.

This made Belus really want to be grateful to Li Jie, the king of Fujian.

It's just that his way of being grateful is somewhat unique.

With about 8,000 elite soldiers, about 80,000 slave soldiers disguised as the main force of the grassland army, successfully deceived the main force of Fujian and gathered along the eastern Mulu City, relying on Neiying to bypass the 32 beacon towers, break down the three passes and five forts, and personally lead 80,000 elite cavalry to the hinterland of Khorasan.

Helping Li Jie increase his memory is also a kind of gratitude, right?

A mile or so in front of Thirsty Water City, Baldan and a dozen or so leaders of the three nobles were already waiting respectfully, and they were all prostrate on the ground in the distance. Seeing this scene, Belus, under the escort of the steppe generals, came to the front with a reserve.

"To Shahanshah, Lord of Persia, King of kings, Chosen of the God of Light, Lord of the Sun-Shining Land, your servant awaits your great coming!"

But there was no arrogance in front of Li Jie's driving, Bardan led the nobles to prostrate respectfully on the ground, kowtowing and humbly in the shallow snow.

Nodding proudly, Belus asked like a gift, "How is the right martial guard of the Min people in Mulu City handled?"

"Back to the words of the Supreme Lord, the Right Martial Guard Min Army has been deceived into going to the humble soldiers around the city according to the plan, and the Fujian general Fang Yiai has also been beheaded, and now the great nobles of Basak are burning incense and setting up a banquet in the mansion, looking forward to the arrival of His Majesty." Trembling and kneeling on the ground, Bardan replied humbly.

However, these words made Belus a little displeased, indeed, it was Basak of the Suren family who planted eyeliner in the Hindu Kush Mountains and contacted all the nobles to defect to him, but now he Belus is the Persian Shahanshah, and Basak is just a courtier, and he actually asked the big man not to greet him, but also to find him himself, which is a bit of a nobody.

Different from the gratitude when he rushed into the Hindu Kush Mountains, Belus couldn't help but change his mood now, and snorted unhappily, Belus immediately waved his hand, and immediately several stout nomadic tribal chiefs like cattle rushed forward, carrying the reins of their horses and respectfully bowing down and saying, "Venerable Shahansha, listen to your orders."

"Baruda, Thorn Nenya, the two of you lead the Sogdians, the Turkic Sutu tribe, and the Hun tribe with 20,000 each, give you two hours, and Shahansha will see the corpses of all the right guards before sunset!"

"Yes!"

With a loud answer, the two generals waved their whips and separated from each other, and in an instant rumbling vibration, the black and fierce cavalry scattered towards the two columns.

The invention of the stirrup made a qualitative leap in the combat effectiveness of the nomads, on the contrary, the traditional infantry powers such as ancient Rome and Greece were successively underestimated, either changing their form or perishing.

The heavy infantry of the Fujian State was indeed strong, well-trained, high morale, and well-equipped, and had set a pinnacle of defeating the cavalry of this era with infantry, the pioneering feat of the Arab cavalry, but it was based on carrying heavy weapons and having sufficient crossbow arrows.

But according to the plan, the right military guard went out of the city lightly, except for a knife, even if the combat effectiveness was strong, prepared to fight unprepared, and the cavalry raided the light infantry, and was scattered on both sides, even if the Min people could inflict some trauma on their army, it would be difficult to escape the fate of annihilation.

After giving the order, looking at the three nobles who were even more trembling under the shock of his own force, Belus couldn't help but become more proud, and waved his hand arrogantly: "Lead the way ahead, Bensha Hansha will meet our great nobleman Lord Basak for a while."

Not daring to answer, Bardan kowtowed heavily, and immediately climbed on his horse, and rode away, and in his complacency, Belus waved his hand, and the heavy Persian cavalry followed, rolling forward.

For more than a year, the thirsty water city has some new changes than before, the city wall has increased a lot, and there is also a Luo city, that is, the urn city, but under the hooves of the Persian heavy horse, the walls are all puffing and falling ashes, so under the military might, Belus can't help but be more high-spirited, and more proud, his mind is full of putting the war aside, thinking about how to build the capital here, how to suppress the arrogance of the Suren family.

According to the ancient rites of the Persian Empire, the iron cavalry composed of nobles entered the city gate first, and put on a grand welcome formation.

However, as soon as he entered the city gate, Belus suddenly felt a chill in his back, trembled violently, and a trace of bad feeling spontaneously appeared, walking into the city, looking left and right at the battlements as neat as wolf teeth, and the strong sense of killing made Belus feel even more bottomless.

After moving more than ten meters, Belus suddenly raised his right hand and shouted, "Stop!"

Leading the way in front, Bardan and a dozen or so nobles including Bardan, who was walking among thousands of Persian iron cavalry, couldn't help but shiver and shuddered.

"Sha, Shahansha, Your Majesty, I don't know what to order."

His teeth chattered up and down, and Bardan asked in a trembling voice.

His face was unhappy, and Belus asked with a gloomy face: "Didn't you kill Tang Jiangfang's bereavement?" What about his head? Why not hang it on the city gates? ”

"This ......"

"Why are you so far away, come here and answer!"

Belus was just looking for trouble when he saw the precipitous and smashing Urn City, but the voice that he didn't want to be angry made the foreheads of the dozen or so nobles break out in cold sweat and tremble, which made a trace of doubt rise in Belus's heart.

At this moment, I don't know who suddenly shouted loudly and ran, and in the blink of an eye, a dozen or so fat-headed and big-eared Persian nobles turned their horses' heads, beat their horses and galloped, and in the blink of an eye, the urn city of 100 meters let them run into the inner city.

This happened so suddenly that all the people who went up to Belus and down to the Persian army were dumbfounded, and when they reacted, the heavy iron gates of the inner city suddenly fell to the ground with a buzz.

Bang~

With a brush, countless crossbowmen poked their heads out of the inner wall of the urn city, and countless cold and shining bow and crossbow arrows were like a call from death, coldly pointing at the heads of the Central Asian army below.

In an instant, Belus's heart felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Shahansha, there is an ambush! Come on! ”

The terrible voice sounded around him, and in the next second, countless arrows rained down on the heads of the Persian iron horsemen who were caught off guard in the urn city, even the Persian scale armor and ring armor of the exquisite craftsmen could not resist the Tang Army's steel crossbows, and in the sound of spurting blood, Belus's iron horses fell off the horse like dumplings.

There is only one thought left in my heart, run! Pulling the famous horse from Dawan, Belussa ran out of the city, more than ten meters of effort, his heart beat thousands of times, seeing that the exit was close in front of him, suddenly there was another bang, and the same heavy gate suddenly fell from the sky and blocked in front of him.

Rata la rat.

The sound of bones shattering, the Sogdian general Malegobi, who was running in front, rode on his horse to resist the iron gate, and the price he paid was that his shoulder was smashed into his chest, and the war horse under his crotch was broken in two.

"Shahansha, let's go!"

With blood and internal organs spitting out of his mouth, the Sogdian warrior roared desperately, without even looking at him, Belus directly abandoned his horse and slid out of the urn city along the half-meter gap he barely held out.

"It's a pity."

Standing on the tower of the city of Wengcheng, watching Belus flee in the wilderness, Fang Yiai flattened his mouth regretfully