At this time, Li Que had already run a few miles out of Suez City, and the war horse was raising more than half a person's high sand dust in the dry and desolate Sinai Peninsula, and he looked so lonely in the huge yellow sand on a single horse.

With Li Que's wild gallop, behind the silver mask, a few points of crystal were thrown out by the bumpy war horse, and finally disappeared into the vast desert.

No one can tell her relationship with Hou Jie.

When I was a child, I followed this unreliable uncle like the second tumor to fight together, and went to the ship in Luzon, in the face of disaster, Hou Jie protected himself like a real man, and on the road of cannibalism everywhere, this stinky boy who was not valued by her since childhood showed his incredible talent again and again.

Hold the hand of the son, grow old with it. At the beginning, it was the kind of relationship between the soldiers that was constantly abandoned, and then it was described as love, but no matter how it was described, it was right to describe the relationship between her and Hou Jie, Luzon became a happy journey in China little by little, and she and Hou Jie also came together a little bit intimately.

Even if he came to Tianzhu later, even if he knew that Hou Jie was his uncle, many people in the army still sighed, it was really a match made in heaven.

Until the fire in Qunu City.

Later, she followed Hou Jie to the distant Byzantium on a mission, although Li Que had a cold look on her face, she was really happy in her heart, whenever she saw Hou Jie like a real famous general, every time she turned danger into a disaster, that feeling of pride was like she had all these achievements.

But later, Hou Jie's rebellion pressed on her heart like a mountain.

Cutting constantly, rationalizing and messing, hating iron does not become steel, mourning its misfortune, angry with it, all kinds of emotions are biting Li Que's heart like a poisonous snake.

Numb the cheeks behind the mask, Li Que kicked and beat the war horse desperately......

After experiencing the war brought about by the invasion of Fujian, when Li Que entered the Arab Empire, he thought that this was hell, but now, it has become a hell.

In the desert, the oasis representing vitality has been bulldozed, and the farms that have been restored with great difficulty in recent years have been urbanized into ruins of a sea of fire, and no one can produce with peace of mind. It is the truest portrayal of the Arab Empire today.

And the havoc continues.

Damascus, the pearl of Western Asia, the largest city in Syria during the Byzantine and Persian periods, was fertile and vibrant for hundreds of miles, but now it has also become a dry area, and countless Hawa warriors who have been killed from the desert, dressed in earthy yellow leather armor, with the flames of war like a prairie fire, are constantly besieging the trembling city.

The city walls were blackened, and the stone throwers lifted dozens of catties and hundreds of catties of stones, and struck them the red and black city walls, every time they emitted a deafening colossus, arrows rained down on the city, and the ant-like desert warriors carried the ladders and rushed desperately to the city.

Then there's the clash of black and yellow.

Kill, the knife of the Muslim is stained with the blood of the Muslim! Kill, the sword of Islam pierced into the heart of the Islamic warriors, and the curse of hidden dangers that had been planted since the beginning of its establishment still devours life in this land like bloodthirsty vampires.

And a man is constantly encouraging the killing on the chariot.

"Rush! Kill! For the glory of the Lord, return the Arab Empire to a clear sky, kill this demon capital, kill the devil's incarnation, tyrant Hou Jie, kill! ”

The handsome old handsome old man Lian disappeared, replaced by a face full of scars, dense scars like earthworms crawling hideously, around this, Hussein's roar still made the Hejaz Arab tribes more courageous, desperately fighting against the red and black walls of Damascus.

Partly because of the personal encouragement of the Hashemite, the descendants of the Prophet Muhammad, and generally because of the greed for the wealth of rich Damascus, the Arabs of the poor land desperately slaughtered the walls and slashed the defenders.

Morale waned, defeat after defeat, arrow towers collapsed under trebuchets, and before they could supervise the battle, the hardened Damascus Arabs relied on the walls for eight days to defend hard, and finally collapsed.

The gates of the city were suddenly opened, and a bloodied Arab noble cavalry came out crying and knelt on the ground, shouting: "For Allah's sake, brother, we surrender!" ”

The surrender of the nobles was not only courteous, but a herd of horses' hooves, and the side of the psychological holy war was overwhelmed by greed, and countless desert warriors roared and rushed into the southern city gate, and the heroes who had just opened the door were trampled into flesh in the blink of an eye.

Damascus fell.

"Lord, let us also go into the city."

On the side of the chariot, several Arab sheikhs bowed respectfully, but looking at the smoke-filled city of Damascus, Hussein shook his head regretfully.

"What a country!"

At this moment, the screams suddenly came from behind, the galloping of the war horses, the neighing, the roar of their own soldiers, and the screams before death, which made Hussein look back in shock.

One man and one horse, actually killed from the rear of his army.

Looking at the familiar silver mask and the leather armor of the Min people, Hu Saiin felt a faint pain in the wound on his face, and subconsciously covered his face.

"Caliph, let the minister go, the minister will definitely kill this bastard who dares to stir up the situation." Seeing that Li Que was like a god of war rushing to kill in the rearguard of his army, killing people with their heads rolling, I don't know how many Arabs fell off their horses, more than a dozen Arab generals couldn't hold their faces, and the nearest Khalsanga hurriedly clenched his fists in front of Hussein and asked to fight.

Who knew that after watching it for a while, Hussein shook his head.

"Separate the army and let her in."

In the astonishment, the whining horns sounded, and the cloud-like army in front of Li Que immediately split into two halves, making way to run, without a trace of hesitation, put away the horizontal sword short sword that had been full of jagged teeth, and drove the tired war horse that he didn't know how many times, Li Que rushed into the city of Damascus.

"What a warrior, follower of the same Lord, why does Allah have to let such a brave general stand by the heretic of Hou Jie?"

Looking at the dozens of horsemen who had been cut off in the short confrontation, Halsanga complained regretfully.

Hussein shook his head as he seemed to recall the back of the female assassin who had slit the throat of another Assasin with his sword and walked out of the city that night in Medina.

"Who knows? Everything is predestined for the Lord, and perhaps the Lord wants us Christians to suffer a little more, right? ”

In the city, the fighting intensified.

In the streets that had been restored and cleaned, the fire continued to spread like a demon, and countless citizens of Damascus fled in all directions crying and screaming, chasing after them, and hundreds of Hawariji fighters with other political ideas were full of hideous killing, killing corpses and rivers of blood.

It was no weaker than the Byzantines slaughtering the city.

Once-bustling streets were reduced to ashes.

The Grand Palace in Damascus, which was once the brightest pearl of the empire during the Hassan period, was greatly renovated after Hou Jie came to power, but now, it is also in the midst of a sea of disaster, and it is the place where it has suffered the most robbery.

"Ah!!h

Screaming this, a Greek court maid fled from the burning palace in terror, but immediately several laughing desert cavalry surrounded her from all sides, dragged aside in her frightened cries for help, and the men immediately tore up their clothes.

"There's another one over there!"

The cavalrymen who were not on the top of the queue and were dissatisfied suddenly shouted again and pointed to the thick smoke and dust behind them, and a woman's slender figure was revealed, and without thinking about it, several desert cavalry rushed over fiercely.

Hmph, the cold light is like the moon, the snowy blade swirls, the four Arab cavalrymen all fell to the ground with blood spraying blood in their chests, and the woman who was originally bullied by everyone became a god of death, looking at Li Que's silver mask, some cavalrymen shouted in horror.

"Assasin!"

Flee.

frightened away a dozen or so Havaliji soldiers, Li Que did not chase after him, he gasped violently, but he slapped the frightened Greek palace maid by the collar, and asked loudly: "Where is your emperor?" Where's that bastard Hou Jie? ”

"I, I don't know."

Frightened and about to cry, the Greek court maid replied stumblingly, and immediately asked Li to leave her aside.

The thick smoke and dust made Li Que doze off violently a few times, and rushed to the door of the towering imitation Tang Dynasty Hall that was burning brightly, and roared as hard as he could at the lonely dragon chair inside.

"Hou Jie, where are you? I'm coming! ”

The fire was blazing, burning with carved beams and paintings crackling......