The war entered a more difficult stage, and more than 300,000 Arab troops squeezed into the Fujian camp like squeezing bread, and the nine-square Fujian ** array was already full of battlefields, and with the passage of time, the barracks and fortifications were destroyed, and the situation turned unfavorable little by little. [This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

"Here, steady! Steady! ”

The disrupted Tang army of Fujian still maintained a formation and resisted desperately, in the training of the Tang army, order was always put first, even in such an unfavorable situation, Tie Lin and the government soldiers were still gathering and resisting.

Under the desperate roar of the brigade leader Su Ganchu, a small phalanx of more than 100 people all leaned forward and tilted their bodies, pointing at the enemy with a long lance, in the rumbling sound of horses' hooves, facing the sharp lance blades, hundreds flashed with golden light, all the men and horses were wearing armor, and the expressionless iron-faced armor of the Persian ironclad heavy cavalry holding a three-meter cavalry spear rushed in like a hellish dead cavalry.

Rumble~

The high-end forces of the two civilizations collided together, bursting out of bright red blood flowers, and the sturdy and sturdy rifles were bent and broken, and its owner was either pierced by a cavalry spear or knocked away by a heavy cavalry, but the sharp lance blade still exerted its effect to the extreme, and the sharp steel blade easily cut through the iron armor cast by the Persian backwardness, and more than a dozen heavy armored cavalry fell to the ground with a bang.

This time, the luck of the Fujian country was not very good, the formation was not stable, and it was violently knocked away by the ironclad cavalry, and half of them were killed, either under the impact or hit the head by the nail hammer of the ironclad heavy cavalry, and the hatred of the remaining people dispersed violently, or looking for the next phalanx, or fighting desperately in the corner.

Wheeling the bloody mace, the Persian heavy cavalry laughed arrogantly and proudly, after this victory, the Arab masters promised to treat them, the nobles of the former dynasty, on the same level as themselves, thinking about recovering their own land, thinking of returning to officialdom and sitting back on the status of a human being, these Azada knights roared bloodthirstily.

However, their good fortune also ended here, less than fifty meters away, the hard wire bowstring was tightened little by little, and the short but exquisite three-edged crossbow arrow was put into the arrow path, gritting his teeth, and the little tongue of the Changshui Commander Brother Shunamu screamed straight.

"Shoot!"

The Persian armor is no more than the hardness of wrought iron, and the crossbow arrows accelerated by the steel crossbow flew out with a roar, and the next moment it pierced the Persian iron armor no different from piercing the armor, and the two hundred crossbows were shot, and half of the remaining hundred or so Persian heavy cavalry were gone.

"Up, kill them!"

Annoyed and frightened, the Persian heavy cavalry hurriedly turned their horses' heads and killed angrily in the face of the sudden appearance of the Fujian infantry regiment, but unfortunately, this heavy armor was too heavy, and before the heavy cavalry could run ten meters away, the second round of crossbow arrows had already been raised......

Bang~

After two rounds of arrow rain, the only remaining Persian horse desperately and frantically drove the war horse, and slammed into the outermost crossbowman of the infantry regiment, and when the strong man from Guanzhong spat blood and flew out, he also deducted the crossbow machine on his head.

Bang~ Two heavy bodies smashed to the ground at the same time. Regretfully probing the snorts of his heroic subordinates, Ge Shuna Mu Co waved his knife coldly: "Let's go, support the front battalion!"

The setting sun was like a hemorrhage, spreading the blood-red remnant sun all over the earth, and in the blood-colored sunset, there was a miserable color everywhere, and the corpses were scattered all over the place, and the sticky pools of blood were riding on camels, and looking at this scene, Mu'aviyah's face was pale and trembling.

From the beginning of the early morning attack, he had the consciousness of paying 50,000 to 80,000, or even 100,000 casualties, but half an hour ago, the most powerful new force in his hands, 50,000 Persian ironclad heavy cavalry, were put into the battlefield, and the last straw that broke the camel in anticipation did not appear, and the Fujian people were still gritting their teeth and holding on.

Mu'awiyya couldn't figure out how they had survived without God's faith.

"Caliph, or we should retreat, the warriors of the gods are not gods after all, they are hungry and tired!"

In order to prepare for this bloody and cruel battle, they instilled the concept of jihad in their soldiers for several days, but now, the fanatical religious fervor has been pushed away by exhaustion and hunger, and Amur has seen the impatience and war weariness on the faces of the soldiers, and the unruly nature of the nomads has begun to be exposed.

Now there are still more than 200,000 troops fighting, but Amur has no doubt that a rout in the next second will cause the entire army to collapse.

In the face of Amur's request, Mu'awiya shook his head coldly.

"No, let the nobles prepare for a night battle, and the people of Fujian must be defeated today!"

Seeing Amur go to give orders, unknown to the public, Mu'awiya weakly wiped his forehead, and the reason why he did not retreat was because he also doubted whether he was capable of launching another major war of the same scale.

In fact, the situation of Fujian is even worse.

After all, the troops are at a disadvantage, and after a day of hard fighting, the Tang army has lost four of the Fujian battalions like the Nine Palaces, and now it is still fighting with the Arabs in a semicircular arc.

Rout? Half an hour ago, now each department is fighting separately, Li Jie can grasp it in his hands, in addition to the guards who participated in the camp fighting in the Chinese army and the remnants of the iron forest, there is also the Guanning iron cavalry that is still hanging nearby.

Seeing that this elite cavalry, which he usually cherishes as if he were like eyes, was weakened again and again in the hedging and fighting with the huge team of enemy cavalry, Li Jie was also distressed.

In addition, he also overestimated the combat effectiveness of the Min ** regiment, every time there was a big battle, the heroism and bravery of the Tang people never disappointed Li Jie, this time, the opponent who was side by side with the Fujian State in individual combat ability let him meet.

In particular, Muawiyah's elite Syrian infantry cavalry, equipped with the best swords and armor in the entire Arab Empire, was able to dig a large piece from the Fujian position like tearing meat at almost a single charge.

Now, the tired Min **** no longer has the strength to drive the Arabs out of the camp.

"Your Highness, use firearms! It's too late! ”

Also sweaty, the head of the rear army, Wang Fangyi, who had been by Li Jie's side, anxiously admonished.

However, clenching his fists, Li Jie still hesitated, firearms are not omnipotent, although this is a sharp weapon for farming people to deal with nomads across the era, but there must also be conditions, otherwise how could the Ming Dynasty, which has firearms, die under the iron cavalry of the Qing Dynasty and the hoe of the peasant army? Li Jie has been waiting for an opportunity, there is a lot of gunpowder brought from Fujian, once it is not used like a killer weapon, I am afraid that there will not be such a good opportunity next time.

Unfortunately, the time he was waiting for has not come so far, and the situation is even less optimistic.

Looking at the screams below and fighting hard, one by one the soldiers who had traveled thousands of miles from Datang to accompany him here fell, Li Jie clenched his fists, almost squeezing out his voice, and ordered.

"Spread the will of Gu, order all armies to prepare their firearms, squat and artillery in front of the formation, bombard the Syrian elite, and the red-coated artillery will aim at the entrance of our army's camp, block the Arabs' retreat, and drive them out of our army's camp!"

"Whoa!"

With the order, the heavy barrels of the rear army were laboriously unloaded by the Jewish migrant workers and the Tang firearms soldiers, loaded on the gun carriages, and began to preview, and on the other end, more than 1,000 cavalry directly under the Chinese army also unloaded cast iron pipes from their horses and filled them with gunpowder.

Seeing this scene, Li Jie couldn't help but pull up his hair in annoyance, and roared angrily: "When the interruption continues, it will be chaotic, and the Arabs will be repulsed earlier, why waste such a lot of casualties!" Li Jie, you are really an unqualified king, idiot, bastard! ”

Seeing Li Jie's masochistic behavior, Wu Meiniang, who was panicked, couldn't care about it and hurriedly hugged his waist from behind.

"Lang Jun, don't be like this, you've done a good job! It's up to people to make things happen, it's up to heaven to make things happen, it's a big deal for us to start all over again! Pimp! ”

Li Jie and Wu Meiniang's entanglement, but the other generals on the command platform listened to it, Wenchen's expression was low, and they all said that the lord was worried about the humiliation of the minister, and the lord humiliated the minister's death, Li Jie blamed himself so much as the king of Fujian, of course, they were even more ashamed in their hearts, but at this moment, suddenly a different color of purple light was reflected on Wu Meiniang's red face, and she was stunned, Wu Meiniang turned her head tremblingly, far away from the northwest of the battlefield, and a faint ceremonial flower bloomed in the air.

This thing is only owned by Fujian! In that direction is the rear of the Arab army, the former Persian capital Ctesiphon!

Wu Meiniang swears that this is the most beautiful gift flower she has ever seen in her life!

"Lang, Lang Jun look, letter, the signal is coming, General Xi he, he succeeded!"

also turned his head in disbelief, looked at it twice in a daze, and a touch of ecstasy also bloomed on Li Jie's face, hugging Wu Meiniang's waist, and the dignified King of Min actually turned around.

"It worked! The sacrifice was not in vain, the blood was not shed in vain! ”

The surrounding generals and important ministers who watched this scene couldn't help but be dumbfounded, King Min wouldn't be stupid, right?

When Li Jie cheered, Muawiyah's face was completely white at this time, pale, miserable, white without a trace of blood, like the white ghost in the myth of the desert ghosts, staring at the Arab general Cavill who was kneeling in front of him, eager to stuff his head into the sand.

"You mean, our back road, Ctesiphon, is lost?"

"The Caliph is angry, we don't know how the army of the Min Kingdom suddenly killed the city, the sheep, supplies, and food were all ......"

"Then you still have the face to come back!" Furiously pulled out the knife, Muawi was about to cut off Cavill's head, or Amur on the side hurriedly pulled out his knife and propped it up in front of Muawiyet's knife, pleading bitterly: "Caliph, now is not the time to be held responsible, quickly withdraw the army and take Ctesiphon back!"

He staggered back two more steps, trembling, and Muawiya muttered a nod.

"Yes, yes! That's right, withdraw the troops, withdraw the troops, I still have to take it all back! ”

The panicked Arab messenger galloped to the camp of the wild Fujian country, the order to retreat, after a hard day, the exhausted Bedouin cavalry almost immediately jumped on their horses and rushed out of the camp gate, the seventy-two virgins of heaven + women are tempting, but they also need strength to do it? Exhausted, they don't even want to move their little fingers, they just want to leave this annoying battlefield and go back to sleep.

The turbulent flow of people piled up at the narrow entrance of the camp gate, and in the telescope of the Fujian artillery, a large yellow and coarse target appeared, and when the target was right, 200 red-coated cannons adjusted their aiming positions, and one by one the red-hot iron rods were pulled out of the coal fire that had been burning for a day, and began to stuff into the cannon hole......