Arabia was also feudal, although the tribes of the southeastern Arabian Peninsula were dominated by force, but the tribes were still ruled by their chiefs and nobles, and for thousands of years, the harsh living environment of the desert shaped the unruly and liberal character of the Arabs, and the warlike nomadic Bedouin never came together.

This kind of character makes it impossible for the Arabs to unite unconditionally under the orders of a king like the Chinese, and if it were not for this unruly national character, and there would be no need to wait for the opportunity of Islam, the Arabs would have occupied the fertile crescent and other important areas long ago.

Even Saladin, a tyrant, had to be careful when dealing with the internal affairs of the tribe, and there was a precedent in the history of the Arabs that two great tribes fought for forty years because of an old camel, and finally both died together, and if not handled properly, it might tear apart his rule.

Therefore, Saladin allowed these Yemeni infantry to fight hard against the Min people, and there was no lack of intention to weaken these time bombs of other tribes.

There is another reason, that is, the Fujian army went out of the city to fight too strangely, and it can even be called looking for death, and Saladin is worried that it may be a trap.

Now, the theory of conspiracy seemed to be confirmed a little more, and a gloomy sinking seemed to be dripping, and following the rear army of more than a dozen tribal nobles, Saladin left behind the chaotic battlefield and went to the rear of the entire army, where more than a hundred soldiers had already gathered, and in the middle, six horses dragging the corpses of six patrolmen.

Seeing that the six people were all with their eyes sticking out and their tongues sticking out, these soldiers kept talking about whether this was the devil's conspiracy and strangled them.

The benefits of theocracy were incomparable, and the soldiers who were stirred up by religious fervor were not afraid of death, like madmen, but there were also obvious drawbacks, and the slightest strange sign would immediately cause confusion in the minds of the army.

Listening to the discussion of these soldiers, Saladin's wolf-like face appeared with a strong displeasure, but the old man suppressed his displeasure and did not show it, and tilted his head directly to the chief guard beside him.

"Check these people, see what is wrong, send someone to ask the patrol on the mountain, what happened, how did these people die?"

"Yes, Caliph."

As soon as he agreed, several cronies immediately whipped their horses wildly and ran to the high ground behind the camp, while the chief of the guard, who was named, jumped off his horse and stepped forward to look at the corpse.

At this time, the Great Chief of Bakel, who was following Saladin, suddenly sniffed vigorously.

"Caliph, this smell of smoke is so familiar, I really want to smell it somewhere!"

A faint pungent smell of sulfur made Saladin frown, and suddenly, a strong fear appeared on Berkel's old, hideous face.

"Caliph beware!"

Before he could finish his sentence, the old man suddenly jumped up from his horse and threw Saladin off the camel.

Falling into dust, important trophies, symbols of power, Li Jingye's horse lance fell to the ground, full of displeasure, Saladin, who couldn't hold back anymore, opened his mouth to reprimand, but before he could reprimand, a deafening explosion suddenly sounded from the inner circle.

Bang~

The explosion made four or five sounds, accompanied by a sharp air whistling, several puffs of dust rushed out, and it directly sprayed Saladin's gray face, and the last explosion, the camel beside him screamed, and fell directly to the ground, spraying the blood on the face of this hero.

Looking back at the place where the six corpses were just now, Saladin couldn't help but be stunned.

The untamed six Arab war horses had been torn to shreds at this time, and the six corpses were even more boneless, and the blood clearly drew the scope of the disaster just now, and countless sharp metal pieces hidden in the corpses were popped out, and the chief of the guard who had been inspected in the past was inserted, and he was already dead and could not die again, and the soldiers who were watching around were even more scarred by the splashing, and some of their whole faces were spent, like evil ghosts from hell, covering their eyes and wailing in pain.

"What is this?"

After the horror, Saladin asked in a furious rage as he grabbed Berkel by the collar and howled like a wolf.

The old guy who was also shocked and killed all his life shook his head in horror: "I don't know what it is, when the battle of Ctesiphon was against the first caliph Mu'awiyah, the Min army also used this kind of weapon, it was this kind of burning smell of death in hell, a fireball hit me, more than 20 young men in our tribe, and I was the only one left to die." ”

"Min army, Hell of Fire!"

Saladin silently recited in a fierce voice, and before the words fell, the gift given to him by the Min people was once again revealed.

Sudden Sudden Sudden T

Tongues of fire suddenly erupted from the small hillside behind the Arab army, and the explosion below the mountain was like a signal, making Yao Chong and Song Jing's eyes red with excitement.

The six corpses had just been tampered with, the Arab entrails had all been taken out, stuffed into a bag of black powder wrapped in metal fragments and lead bullets, the slow-burning rope was inserted from the chrysanthemum, and the time to run to the Arab camp was put on the horses and driven out.

This is a weapon that is not installed in the arsenal laboratory of King Min, inspired by the Soviet Union's ** bag dog that specializes in training to blow up tanks during World War II, but the desecration of corpses was resisted by officers, and the effect was unstable, so it was not promoted.

But at this time, the brows were already burning, so I couldn't take care of so much.

At this time, the weapon that shone in the hands of Yao Chong and Song Jing was the Fujian machine gun that shone in the Goguryeo War.

It's not so much a machine gun, but in fact it's just a row of small guns tied together, and the complex loading of the later generations has no recoil system at all, and the recoiling system for firing is not at all, and the retort system is turned by hand, so that these barrels tied to the firecracker-like propellant are ignited and fired through the red-hot iron bars in turn.

The effect was not satisfactory, the primitive firearms could be fired about 200 meters, just covering the rear of the Arab army formation under the mountain, but seeing where the runner swayed, the red-hot lead bullets sprayed out snorted into the body of the cavalry in the rear, and the Arab cavalry fell off their horses in a row like cutting wheat.

Eighty rounds per minute, the spray-painted tongue of fire is like an invitation from hell.

However, the shortcomings are also obvious, this thing is simply burning money, although compared with the last use, there are many improvements, the barrel that can only be used once filled with gunpowder is replaced by a large firecracker like a large firecracker with lead bullets in front and gunpowder in the back, around this, equipped with more than 800 barrels.

In front, Song Jing shook to beat them well, and in the back, carrying several large boxes of gun barrels, as many as 40 people were in a panic to load ammunition for them, and the used kraft paper bullet shells were thrown to the ground.

Prostrate in front of Song Jing and the others, about a hundred Confucian soldiers were even more anxious to scatter something shiny from their pockets.

Yamashita.

After hiding in the camel and running out for more than 100 meters, Saladin ran to safety out of breath, seeing that the most primitive machine gun that breathed fire was still harvesting the heads of his own soldiers, and more importantly, it hit morale, Saladin couldn't help but be so angry that his eyes were red and his head was dizzy, and without thinking about it, he raised the scepter and horse lance he picked up, and pointed forward.

"The evil Min people have the help of the devil, warriors of the gods, do not be afraid, defeat them!"

The order was swiftly conveyed, the religion was buoyant, and the Arab cavalry, who had been beaten and bloodied, finally mustered some courage, and about five hundred horsemen shouted and kicked the camels and horses, and slew diagonally back to the hill where the tongue of fire was still spitting tongues.

But seeing that in the face of huge casualties, the Arab cavalry rushed to the top of the hillside, and immediately the scimitar was about to cut the heads of these Fujian barbarians who colluded with the devil, and the unbelievable scene happened again, the cavalry war horse and camel running in front suddenly fell to the ground with weak legs, and the cavalry who fell to the ground was even more inexplicably holding their feet and screaming, and the cavalry in front tripped over the cavalry behind, and the momentum of the charge was chaotic.

The next moment, countless Confucian soldiers suddenly stood up from behind the tongues of fire with steel crossbows, and in the horror of the Arabs, dense crossbow arrows sprayed down.

On the spot, more than 200 Arabs were directly inserted into hedgehogs and left on the hillside, and the ones behind were terrified, screaming and escaping back.

"Come, grandpa will send you all back to grandma's house to see your lord!"

After the fiasco of the night attack, now finally found some fields, the Confucian soldiers all over the mountains are also shaking their weapons and making a shocking cheer, for a time countless Confucian soldiers in the grass showed their heads, and the Arabs under the mountain who watched were even more frightened, and they couldn't figure out the details of the Confucian soldiers for a while.

However, looking at the arrogant roar of the Confucian soldiers, Saladin, who had just been dazed with anger, calmed down, and even showed a smile on the vulture's vulture-like cheeks.

In the battlefield of the East Gate, a Yemeni infantry had just been killed, and the exhausted Xue Ne also lay on the ground like a dead man, but he didn't have much time, and the roar of explosions and cheers broke into his ears violently.

Jumping up like a spring, looking at the hustle and bustle of the mountain from a distance full of hope, Xue Ne, who was already embarrassed, looked at it for a while, but then angrily threw the scimitar in his hand to the ground and scolded angrily.

"Damn, I don't know how many pounds and taels I have!"