"Harry send it out!"

"The army of the Greeks has reached the city of Antioch."

"Your Majesty's army has been wiped out in Constantinople, and you don't know if you live or die, won't Your Majesty come out to take care of things?"

"The ferocious Romans have slaughtered tens of thousands of our Lord's followers, and their fleets are still cruising the seas. My Arab empire is going to perish! ”

"Kill the vixen and return the blue sky to my Arab Empire!"

In just ten days or so, the hateful and brutal Byzantines used their fleet to force themselves under the capital of the Arab Empire, and the refugees who had fled from Asia Minor were everywhere suing the Romans for their brutality.

Coupled with the bullying and hegemony of the caliphate's minions on weekdays, the public resentment that had already accumulated a lot broke out at this time, and tens of thousands of Arab tribes who moved into Damascus collectively found the leaders and sheikhs of the original tribes to riot and protest.

In Arab history, it was Mu'awiyah who really secularized the integration of state and state, and experienced the practice of the Umayyad Dynasty for a long time, which set the various ceremonial names of feudal society like China, but in this time and space, Mu'awiyah, the pioneer of dynastic reform, died before he could get out of school.

Even after Hou Jie's reforms, Hassan was promoted to the position of caliph, and the five emirs were appointed, and the tribal chieftains in the original desert still had great power and popularity in their hands.

Especially until now, these Arabs have not formed the concept of emperors like Persia, Byzantium, and Tang Dynasty, and in the eyes of the Arabs, the caliph is still the leader of everyone, and it is normal to go to the leader's house to discuss a solution.

And in this era, the caliph's forbidden army was mostly selected from the elite of various tribes, and the original parents disagreed with the caliph, and many of the soldiers of the forbidden army fell directly to the original patriarch, which is why there are tens of thousands of people breaking into the palace today.

It is precisely for this reason that the later caliphs continued to purge the caliphate's forbidden army, and finally obtained that all the caliphate's forbidden army was composed of Turkic people who migrated from China, so that later the Turks controlled the Arab Empire and became the masters of the empire.

Killing the Caliph and then protesting to the Caliph and asking him to come out and lead the people to lead the people to repel the Byzantine attack was a matter of course in the eyes of the Arabs, and tens of thousands of people gathered under Hassan's window and roared angrily, noisy, boiling like a pot of boiling water.

But Hassan saw otherwise, a mob broke into his palace and killed his faithful servants, seriously challenging his dignity as an emperor. Trapped in the house like a trapped beast, Hassan was so anxious that he kept spinning in circles like an ant on a hot pan with his fat hands behind his back, and kept muttering in his mouth.

"It's the other way around! It's the other way around! Cursed by Allah on the daring of these dog minions to rebel against the Lord's spokesman on earth, you bastards will all be sent to Hell and tormented in the eternal burning volcano of Hell! ”

Feeling that his position was being challenged, Hassan almost felt a faint stinging pain in his soul, and cursed with great resentment and hatred, but unfortunately after cursing for a long time, Hassan's fat body was like a deflated pig urine bubble, piled up in the corner of the wall.

The Japanese warriors who listened to him the most had been annihilated, the right-hand janitorial army that was supposed to be the caliph had betrayed again, and almost all the nobles stood against him, and Hassan was at a loss, he had no choice but to collapse on the ground and mutter: "It's over, it's over!" ”

The decadent Hassan didn't pay attention to it, but the pretty and coquettish face of the Aoi family, who was obedient to him on weekdays, showed a strong disdain, and the slender fingers pinched the sharp chin, biting my lip and thinking tangled for a while, Aoi only then pretended to be charming, swaying the pair of meat balls on his chest to Hassan's side, and persuaded with concern: "Your Majesty, you still have a loyal minister!" ”

"O Governor of Syria, Emir Huj! He didn't follow those rebels to make trouble, he must be loyal to His Majesty, let him come, mobilize the elite of the Syrian army, and he will definitely be able to kill those rebels in a river of blood. ”

Seeing his woman slapping down viciously, speaking non-standard Arabic, and a pair of meat balls that he never got tired of playing with, Hassan's eyes couldn't help but light up.

It's no wonder that he couldn't remember for a while, since the Aoi clan entered the palace, Hassan really hasn't summoned Hou Jie for a while, and the rights that belong to Hou Jie have also been stripped to the Japanese people, and in a short period of time, Hou Jie actually gave people the impression of falling out of favor.

But at this time, as if grasping a life-saving straw, Hassan immediately grabbed Aoi's skirt, his fat head nodded like a chef's stir-fry, and said eagerly: "That's right, summon Hou Jie, let Hou Jie bring the army, and kill all this group of rebels!" ”

The big fox-like eyes flashed with disdain, but the Aoi clan didn't say anything, turned around directly, and yelled at the dozen or so Japanese warriors who were still carefully staying by the window with Japanese bows: "Didn't you hear? The Lord ordered a few of you to go to the Syrian Governor's Palace, and announce that the Emir Houjie entered the palace to save the driver! ”

Glancing at the rebel mob downstairs, many people threw stones, bricks and other debris upwards when they shouted to the excitement, and then looked at the corpses of more than 100 Japanese people whose flesh and blood were blurred below, and more than a dozen powerful warriors couldn't help but sweat in their palms and swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva.

On the one hand, Hassan was so anxious that he followed the ants on the hot pot, and on the other hand, the more than 100 tribal ministers led downstairs were also extremely anxious, and now they felt like ants walking on the blade, and the two sides of the blade were still blazing, and if they didn't take one step well, they would either be cut in half by the blade or fall down and burned to ashes.

Even if the bloodshed and rebellion reached this point, by and large, these chiefs and ministers, the vested interests of the Arab Empire, did not want the empire to collapse, they only wanted to eliminate the Japanese people, restore the caliph to be diligent in government, and lead everyone to defeat the Byzantines.

But now, the caliph refused, and as time passed, the Arab people, who had already accumulated a lot of anger, became more and more agitated, and some even began to throw debris and shout loudly uncontrollably, as if they were about to rush in and wash the huge house in blood.

There is no one alive who is convinced of it now, and if these irrepressible mobs rush in and kill the caliphate, I am afraid that there will be a devastating civil war between the Arab military chiefs themselves in Egypt, Persia, Syria, and everywhere without waiting for the Byzantines to fight.

They who bear the charge of killing the monarch will not be able to escape the catastrophe.

Their political demands were simple, Hassan stayed away from the Japanese and led everyone to defeat the Byzantines, rushing into the palace, a group of imperial elites wanted to live with the empire, not drag the empire to destroy together.

While suppressing the tribes that were about to move, dozens of sheikhs, mullahs, and imams also gathered together and discussed anxiously.

"What should I do, do you want to rush in and drag the caliph out?"

"Not good, after all, the caliph is the grandson of the Prophet Muhammad, the representative of the Lord on earth, and now he has done so, which has already displeased the caliph, and if he rushes in again, I am afraid that the relationship between the caliph and everyone will never be eased again."

"I can't rush and can't rush, I can't go, how is this good, I can't suppress the bunch of rabbits under my command if it drags on any longer!"

Arguments and mutual scolding continued to erupt among a group of hot-tempered chiefs, and when everyone was in a hurry but at a loss, the Damascus Imam, the bearded and hair-white, and his head trembling in a white turban, hesitated for a long time before he could not help but interject.

"If not, would you like to ask Emir Huje to speak with the Caliph as our representative? On weekdays, the caliph trusted the emir of Hou, and now, only the emir of Hou can persuade the caliph! ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone couldn't help but calm down, and after thinking for a moment, the dozen or so chiefs led by them couldn't help but nod to each other.

Although he is not an Arab, since he participated in the affairs of the Arab Empire, especially Hou Jie's political advocacy of safeguarding the interests of the Arab aristocracy, few people have regarded him as an outsider.

After only hesitating for a moment, Grand Chief Faisal shook his head in embarrassment.

"The Marquis of the Emir has always been loyal to the Caliph, this time the palace did not invite him, but he did not come, now in this situation, can he come?"

"Lord Hou Jie also loves our empire! If you know what is at stake for him, Emir Houjie will definitely come! ”

At this time, he was full of confidence, and the old man patted his chest and swore to a group of anxious chiefs and said: "Rest assured, the Lord will give Hou Emir wisdom to let him see the situation in front of him. ”

was so anxious that they were all on fire, and a group of chiefs and religious leaders had no choice but to be dead horses as horse doctors, bowing neatly and bowing down.

"In this case, please leave it to the Great Imam."

With everyone's entrustment, Eskie Sherman seemed to have the arrogance of a Chinese scholar, and after saluting a group of imperial elites, he went out with his dry old chest held high.

Outside the palace gate, there was already a carriage waiting here, and as soon as Sherman arrived, the two horse-drawn carriages quickly galloped down the road, and the wheels seemed to be tumbling and sparks.

But just a few hundred meters in front of Sherman's carriage, a low, white cloaked man was also sweating profusely, and his war horse was anxiously galloping in the same direction.

It seems that the huge Arab empire is pressed on the two of them, and the two of them are overwhelmed.