Sandstorms are always allies of the Bedouins.

The Battle of the Muyak River, the decisive battle between Arabia and Byzantium, gathered almost all the forces of the Eastern Romans in Syria and the eastern provinces, and once defeated the Persian Empire, and captured the Byzantine elite infantry array of Ctesiphon was almost completely destroyed by the Bedouins in the yellow sand.

Then decided the Persian Empire in the Battle of Nehavand, there was also no lack of yellow sand, the overwhelming yellow sand covered the fierce and murderous eyes of the Persian iron cavalry, frightened the seemingly majestic Persian war elephant fragile courage, this battle, the army that maintained the thousand-year hegemony of the Persian Empire was destroyed.

Now, this fate has fallen to the Min army.

The battle situation was reversed almost instantly, and the crossbow bolts shot by the strong crossbows of the Min army in the sky were directly rolled back, and raindrops fell on the heads of the Min people themselves, and the crossbowmen in the back row of the fights fell down, and there were screams everywhere.

The original well-made armor of Damin has also become a burden at this time, in such a strong wind, the sword player can not lift the heavy iron-clad shield in his hand at all, the spear in the hand of the spearman has become a sailboat flagpole that shakes non-stop in the storm, the armor is pressed on the body, every step is difficult as moving a mountain.

The deadliest thing is that the rolling yellow sand almost obscures everyone's view.

The sand was moving at a speed of hundreds of meters per second under the impetus of the wind, hitting people in the face and hands hurting, and they couldn't open their eyes at all, and the Min troops in the front and back rows had to close their eyes and cover their arms in front of them to resist the attack of the wind and sand, and the wind and sand that continuously penetrated into the nostrils choked people, but the war did not stop.

"Ah!!h

The scimitar that stabbed out of the yellow sand stabbed a lieutenant in the back row who had not yet engaged in the battle, and in his screams, the muscles on the arms of the attacking Bedouins were picked up, and the scimitar was pulled out fiercely, and his face was covered with a veil all over his face, only to reveal two eyes, and his body was also wrapped in light Arab robes, and he had encountered sandstorms more than once, and the Bedouins were as flexible as a fish in water.

Kill! Standing beside the aisle of the Fujian army barracks, one by one the Bedouins smiled and slashed their round scimitars, fiercely facing the unguarded backs and necks of the Fujian army that were blocked and blown so that they couldn't open their eyes.

Kill! More than a dozen Fujian troops held shields to form a shield array to resist the wind and sand, and more than a dozen short spears were pierced from above, and the sound of blood spraying was endless.

Kill! The other lieutenant roared angrily and slashed at the chest of the Arab who rushed in front of him, but before his wind-defying knife could fall, the man had already pierced his heart first, and the hot blood spurted backwards like a fountain.

The death of the lieutenant caused a panic in particular, the array of comrades in the front row had disappeared into the yellow sand, as if swallowed by the devil, no one knew whether they were alive or dead, and the Bedouins around them were pouring out like ghosts, and the cold and shining scimitars kept slashing from all directions, as if they were isolated by the whole world, and everyone who felt that pressure was on the verge of a broken spirit.

"Kill, kill!" Finally, the Min army, who had a nervous breakdown, raised the horizontal knife with great difficulty, and stabbed frantically at the figure that suddenly appeared next to him regardless of it, and then stabbed him like a nervous man, and the blood drifted to the side, making another Min army who had also become a frightened bird swing the knife again.

One by one, the Bedouin light horsemen and mercury filled the gaps, constantly rushing in from the cracks of the Great Min battle array, killing the Great Min Expeditionary Force with the power of the wind and sand, not seeing clearly at all, not being able to command, and the Min army that lost its formation was also bloodthirsty and desperate to fight each other, even the screaming wind and sand could not cover this kind of scream.

The hordes of defeated deserters fled irrepressibly.

"Nope! This must not be! ”

Nervous like walking forward against the wind, the people around him who fled like a carp crossing the river were all soldiers of the Great Min Expeditionary Army, really like a gambler who had lost everything, Li Chou had red eyes, eating sand and screaming, turning up the Dingjun sword that Li Rang handed over to him with his own hands, pulling one after another retreating soldiers and shouting wildly.

"I'm the right general Li Chou, give me a top, don't retreat, otherwise I'll kill you! Kill! ”

In the ugly roar, Li Chou slashed around like crazy, and blood also came out near him in a hurry, and was blown away by the wind and sand in a blink of an eye, and he didn't know how many swords he had chopped and how many people he had cut down, and finally, an equally annoyed Turkic Fujian army unceremoniously blocked Li Chou's sword, and it was also a knife that slashed at his face.

Without a snort, Li Chou fell softly on the sand.

In the spring, when the heat and cold are combined, the sandstorms in the Nefd desert are simply desperate, for more than ten miles, there is yellow sand, the flowing sand has squeezed the last bit of oxygen in the air, the cattle are frightened and run around, the tents are uprooted, buckets of water fall to the ground, the precious water is dried up in the sand, the camels loaded with food and provisions are dragged by the Arab servant army and flee to the other side, and in the howling wind, you can see objects circling and flying out from time to time, and even some people are screaming and being blown away.

Looking at this scene in disbelief, Wang Lun, the deputy commander of the Bedouin army who was ordered to attack from behind, had a beard, and his skinny face, which did not have much dried flesh, kept twitching, and the arm blocking the wind and sand in front of him was also trembling.

"General, let's, do we want to come back to the right general?" Also trembling staring at the crazy sandstorm, listening to the hellish screams coming from inside, Zhang Tao, the captain of Guoyi beside Wang Lun, asked with a stumbling question.

Both eyelids jumped violently, holding Wang Lun subconsciously holding his hand on the handle of the knife, but in just a moment, he let go as if his hand was hot, paused for a second, and shouted in a hoarse and sharp voice.

"My Great Min army is iron-clad, and the right general is as safe as Mount Tai, where is it necessary for us to come back to help, continue to carry out the order, detour behind the Bedouins, and kill them all!"

Da Yi shouted awe-inspiringly, but before he finished speaking, Wang Lun had already whipped the war horse and ran towards the edge of the sandstorm, looking at him stunned for a moment, Zhang Tao suddenly followed closely with a sense of enlightenment, and the iron horse behind him followed tacitly.

Suddenly, it was another season of fierce wind, the flag guard in charge of the flag officer flew out of his hand, the black Fujian flag fluttered in the wind, only looked at it for a second, the flag bearer who regarded the flag as life was holding his head with both hands, lying on the horse in embarrassment and fled, behind him was no longer a formation of cavalry, and the weapon flag of ping-pong was thrown to the ground.

The power of nature is unmatched, and the rags of the desert destroyed the Min army in the blink of an eye, and the increasingly strong wind and sand even the Arabs themselves could not stand it.

Standing under the sand dunes where the wind was slightly weaker, watching the flag-bearer beside him tear out the flags of the stars, moon and sun, the dark brown eye sockets of Busman were terrified, and he knelt on the ground and prayed, praying for a while, and Busman was also embarrassed to climb the camel and roar with all his might.

"The wrath of Allah has destroyed the Min people, it's time to leave with the sons, follow the Caliphate, withdraw!"

Despite their full strength, the desolate trumpet of the Arabian was hoarse and dull in the wild sand, and the Bedouin tribes who were far away could not hear it at all, and even in the dust, the pioneer Bedouin warriors who were deeply trapped in the Fujian army were also blown up by the strong wind, and finally buried by the gravel, and could not retreat at all.

The cry of fear and misery continued.

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The overwhelming sandstorm blew for half a day, and in the afternoon, the hot sun barbecued, which made the restless wind stop, and the desert returned to silence and heat.

In the morning, the sand dunes attacked by the Arabs advanced more than 70 meters, and along the shade and wind of the dunes, the Bedouin tribes who had fled in all directions finally gathered together and cautiously moved towards the battlefield from the beginning.

Compared to the morning, more than half of the army of Busmansu was missing, and the surviving tribal soldiers were all covered in bruises, and their clothes and leather armor were torn, and they looked embarrassed.

But fortunately, they were still alive, but the Min army was destroyed.

In the morning, the oasis the size of the Great Min military camp a few miles disappeared, the date palm trees and incense trees had no leaves, and the branches were barely exposed to the sand, and under the cover of patches of yellow sand, only the relics of the Min army exposed half of the outside could be seen sporadically.

The soldiers of the Fujian army who died of thirst and suffocation were piled up in the east and west, their faces were still frozen in pain and despair, the tips of the tents fell, and the spears inserted in the ground were still shaking, just like tombstones.

But just when the Arab army was also tired and confused, a loud roar suddenly exploded on the sand dunes.

"Followers of the Lord, with the blessing of Allah, the Muslims have achieved another great victory, and the Min infidels have been sent to hell by the wrath of the Lord!"

The beard curled on his face was stretched, he had never been so excited as he was today, and the voice of the scheming Busman was even a little trembling, Da Min has always been a mountain that has pressed on the heads of all the Bedouin tribes in the desert, and now, this mountain is also collapsing in front of him, how can he not help but be excited.

Rekindled with passion, the Bedouin warriors looked back feverishly at their caliphs, and under the watchful eye of everyone, Busmanbeard roared even more fervently.

"Soldiers, the time has come to enjoy the spoils of war, and the Lord has given you the region of the Persian Gulf, and honorable warriors, mount your horses and camels, and take your scimitars with you, and go with the Caliphate to reap your booty!"

Plunder has penetrated into the bones of the Arabs of this era, the wealth of Abu Dhabi, the mountains of wealth in Dubai, and the countless tea, tobacco and gold, and the Bedouin robbers, who have just regained their strength, stepped on their mounts and rushed towards the east.

In the windy sand rolled up by the horses' hooves, no one noticed that in the Fujian army that had been buried by the sandstorm, a collapsed tent was pushed away, and hands covered with sand and blood were stretched out like mummies, and the voice of the resentful voice of the devil of hell sounded hoarsely.

"Nope! Never! ”