It was really a moment of life and death, and then he was pressed under the hall, and Aziz's back was soaked with cold sweat, but he didn't have the same consciousness as a monk, nor did he have the luck to suddenly comprehend a big move like a peerless master, and some just smashed his head on the ground like a kowtow worm.

If Huang Daoling was still alive, this Aziz would meet his requirements as a gladiator.

On the other hand, Zheng Maichen, who didn't know how to go out repeatedly, was also covered in cold sweat, there is a saying in Huaxia, a companion is like a tiger, and the king of Min who controls life and death can change his mind at any time without a reason, and he has to explain his life if he is not good, and his head is low, and a pile of water has accumulated next to this fat man.

At this time, Li Jie's mood was excited in addition to curiosity, and he ordered with great interest to get rid of the rest of the officials and idlers, etc., in addition to Li Jie's guards in the entire hall, there was also a trace of the blue imam who was still shouting angrily about the agreement between the Great Min and the Arab tribes, and Di Renjie Di Xianggong, who was cheeky and did not treat himself as an outsider.

I didn't have time to think about it with Di Renjie, and after estimating my Arabic expression ability, Li Jie pointed directly at Zheng Maichen and asked.

"Prisoner Zheng, what means did you use to buy this Arab barbarian to kill for you? Are you kind to him, or are you close? ”

Unexpectedly, King Min was concerned about this problem, and he was stunned for a moment, Zheng Maichen hurriedly kowtowed to the ground in a hurry, and he was actually a little embarrassed in panic.

"This, the sinner and this Arab barbarian have never been alive, the sinner takes a fancy to him and asks him to kill, he behaves, the sinner bargains for two hundred and fifty dollars, and then buys clothes, murder weapons, and food for him, and he, he helps the sinner to kill."

It's really a dead profiteer, this can be bargained! Li Jie was really convinced, and when he looked back at the two hundred and five, Li Jie showed a more relaxed smile again, stretched out his hand and beckoned, and immediately whispered in the ear of Zanpo who came over with his ear, nodded in response, and Zanpo went out to get ready without saying a word.

In less than a moment, Zanpo came back again, and in the curious eyes of Di Renjie and Zheng Maichen, she came back with a plate.

On the left side of the plate, there was a large stack of gold coins that dazzled people's eyes and glittered gold, and the other was the murder weapon that had just been committed, the black iron dagger that the inferior people used to cut meat and eat, and the two things were placed in front of the stunned Aziz.

"Prisoner Zheng, tell him that if you kill the chattering imam with this dagger, the widow will not only forgive this two hundred and five sins, but also reward him with the gold!"

"Your Majesty!" Di Renjie immediately frowned and wanted to persuade him, but Li Jie waved his robe and pushed him back, staring at Aziz with burning eyes, so panicked that Zheng Maichen hurriedly knotted his tongue and hurriedly spoke in Arabic.

As soon as he finished saying this, Aziz, who was obviously kneeling on the ground, breathed heavily, looked at the dagger and money hesitantly, and the unlucky Arab imam behind him turned even paler with fright, trembling in protest.

"Da Min has an agreement with the tribe! You, King of Min, can't kill me! ”

The disrespectful language seemed to fuel the tyranny in Li Jie's heart even more, with a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, Li Jie waved his sleeves innocently on both sides: "It's he who wants to kill you, and he's not lonely!"

The angry brain jumped, and the white-bearded Arab imam was just about to continue arguing, but who knew that there was a bang in front of him, and seeing Aziz trembling and holding the dagger and standing up to himself with red eyes, the imam's old legs suddenly became frightened.

"I, I am a believer in the Lord, your elders, children, I am saving you! You can't kill me, your hands are stained with my blood, you will go to Hell. ”

"Nonsense! Why didn't so many Arabs kill each other before the Prophet Muhammad, and why didn't they go to Hell? ”

There was a greedy and cruel look on his face, and while waving a dagger, Aziz was still shouting frantically: "Aren't you trying to save me?" , then save it to the end! ”

Seeing that the black iron dagger that was still stained with blood came straight towards his old arms and legs, and screamed, the imam was so frightened that he sat on the ground.

Seeing that the dagger was about to pierce him, a strong hand grabbed Aziz's wrist violently.

This man's murderous intent was so deep that he made a gaba sound around Zanpo before he got the dagger down from Aziz's hand.

"Imam, we have a fable in Damin called "Zhongshan Wolf", and when the imam returns to Hongwenguan to translate the Quran, you can take a look."

Laughing, Li Jie said mockingly, but the imam who listened to it was as red as a monkey's belly, stood up and turned his head without saying a word and walked out of the yamen, and he was not arguing for Aziz.

After sending the imam away, Li Jie immediately nodded happily to Aziz, who was lying down in pain with his dislocated hand.

"You, very well, this gold has been rewarded to you! Someone came, and the medical officer healed him and brought him into the palace. ”

"Whoa!"

Several guards grabbed Aziz's arm and dragged him out, his hand hurting and he trembled, and Aziz still clutched the large handful of shiny gold in his hand.

"Your Majesty, why does Your Majesty pardon such a disloyal, unjust, untrustworthy and unvirtuous person and put him in the palace? This person can't use it! Di Renjie was the first to express his dissatisfaction and admonish, but Li Jie didn't care about the size.

"It doesn't matter, the widow knows, this kind of person will not be loyal to the widow, and he will not be loyal to anyone, but it doesn't matter, he is loyal to money, the widow has money! Hahahaha. ”

Seeing that Li Jie also laughed and went out, Di Renjie shook his head once again incomprehensibly.

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At night, there were still occasional sounds of drinking and merry in the city, but outside the city was silent, deathly silent, and it was hard to believe that there were 200,000 people hidden under this night.

Patches of rudimentary fence boards were built into wind-permeable sheds on all sides, and the moon could even be seen directly from the cracks, and the people who shrank in the houses shivered in the wind as the desert night cooled down sharply.

These people included two-thirds of the Arab immigrants in the Mesopotamian plain and half of the soldiers and their families in the city of Kufa who surrendered with Ziyad, and after the surrender, these unruly Arab Medina warriors broke out into a riot again, intending to go west to Damascus to join Hussein, but they were strangled by the dead Ziyad and the noble forces of Mecca and the Fujian army.

Thousands of people were killed on the spot, and the rest were imprisoned in prisoner of war camps with their families.

The rebelliousness and hostility of these rebels was both for punishment and prevention, and no one in 200,000 people every day could get a small bowl of porridge and bread that caught up with wood, and the occasional two pieces of jerky were already a great gift, and they were constantly starving, even if many staunch believers began to miss the taste of pork jerky.

The law of the jungle is also vividly displayed in the prisoner camps.

"You, hand it over!"

In the midst of a rude shout, a thin man was punched the door, his nose was crooked, and several pieces of dried meat fell out of his arms, and were immediately snatched into his hands by a thick hand.

Stuffing his hand into his mouth, Emwaqiin, who looked like a brute bull, fiercely stretched out his hand to the Arabs of the same house and tribe, and yelled viciously: "Hand it over!"

A dozen or so emaciated Arab men did not dare to care, and one by one women and children had to bring the little cheese, jerky, and biscuits that they had received from the Min people in the morning, and in the blink of an eye they were piled up into a small mountain.

Seeing Emwachi's bloody mouths quickly stuffing the food into his mouth, the thin children only swallowed, and the women held them tightly in their arms to prevent them from watching this scene.

Among the Arabs, the status of women has always been very low, and the indifferent and cruel Arabs are also cruel to children, and in the Arabic proverb, if there is a last basin of water left, the father will serve it to the horses, not the children!

At this time, the women and children who were treated as goods naturally no one cared about.

After burping and taking a few sips of water, Emwachiin had to threaten these women and children to maintain his majesty in the hearts of the clan, but before the fierce Arab man could draw his whip out slowly, the door of the wooden house was kicked open with a sharp kick, and the Min army, which was fighting with open fire, rushed in with the same ferocity.

Like a wild beast, he rose up to resist, but the Min army smashed down with a few scabbards without mercy, and Emwaqi was beaten down like a dead dog, and let these Min people drag them out of the wooden house.

The cold wind blew in along the door at once, and some bold children poked their heads out to look out, but immediately retracted their heads timidly, and in the entire prisoner camp, countless Min soldiers were strung together with torches in the dirty camp, and one or two thousand bastards like Emwaqiin were dragged away, and many other tribal imams and elders were also taken away.

The Min army came and went as fast as it came, and after a few minutes it retreated like a tide, leaving only a door kicked open and a deathly silence.

Soon, however, the faint sound of chanting came out, and even though the harsh system of maintaining one's own race under the tribal blood feud system still had many Arab women gratefully praising the name of the Lord and thanking him for finally taking away these devil incarnations.

In the midst of all kinds of whimpering and swearing, thousands of Arab villains were escorted separately into the huge Fujian ship docked in the Tigris River.

There was no loading, the hollowed out cabin was full of candles, but the dancing candle flame could not dispel the darkness and decay, the whole ship looked gloomy, standing on the entrance elevated in the cabin that went straight to the deck, looking down at the Arab villains who were crowded into a mass of fear, wearing a lion helmet, and the full armor was still stained with the dust of the Zuo Xiaowei General Su Dingfang couldn't help but show an extremely hideous smile on his face............