The Persian veteran, who didn't even have a name, didn't know what kind of deep hatred he had with Hou Jie, and the sunset shone obliquely on his face, full of hideous pleasure, as if a ghost was about to bite and suck blood on a person's neck, and said with a cruel smile.

"Master, with this, coupled with the accusations of this Assasin assassin, Hou Jie's traitor will definitely not escape death, without further ado, master, we should move the army of the West Road back to Syria and capture and kill Hou Jie, the traitor, the old slave is willing to pioneer for you, and he will not give up!"

Seeing that his most loyal subordinate was kneeling down, holding evidence that was enough to subvert his biggest opponent, Hussein shook his head calmly, laughed and said, "Don't worry!"

Hearing Hussein's refusal, the nameless old guard became even more anxious, and kowtowed to the ground and urgently persuaded him.

"Master, there are many dreams at night! That Hou Jie is cunning and cunning, and he has great influence in Syria, and now it has been a month since we captured these Assasins, and he must have noticed it at this time, if he doesn't make a decision early, I'm afraid it will be too late! ”

"That's why we have to be cautious!"

Brushing his beard, Hussein was even less anxious at this time, wearing a spiritual splendid Arab white robe, wearing a jeweled belt, and a somewhat strategic, heroic image.

Finally had a lot of confidence, Hussein smiled and explained to the Persian guard: "Although the Hou thief is from a low background, but he is really a bit of a hypocrisy and cunning, the tribes that migrated to Syria and the remnants of the original Mu'awiya thieves were quite united by him, if we pull the expedition to the west with great fanfare, not only will the conquest of the Greeks fall short for many years, but also let Hou Jie's rebels bite us back and pull up the Syrian army to fight."

"Although victory will definitely belong to Allah's warriors, such a large-scale civil war will also greatly damage the vitality of the empire and give opportunities for those who covet the empire."

"So that's it?" In the middle of the wrinkled eyelids, a pair of bull's eyes were widened by the Persian veteran, and he roared in disbelief.

"Of course you can't do that!" A sneer appeared on the face of the middle-aged mature handsome guy, and Hussein shook his head with a smile and said, and when he said the last few words, he even had a little cruel smile.

"The thief's greatest weapon is his hypocritical appearance of loyalty to the empire and devout faith, with which he deceived many Muslims into following him, which is his greatest weapon and his greatest weakness."

"In half a month, it will be Eid al-Adha, when all the tribal leaders, imams, sheikhs, and mullahs will gather in Damascus to worship the caliphate, and at that time, we only need to expose the sinister intentions of the Hou thieves and the Hawariji faction in public to cultivate these Assasin assassins, and when the time comes, those tribal chieftains who are deceived by him, the imams will naturally no longer support the Hou thief, and when the time comes, only a team of 100 warriors will be needed to take him down."

In the end, after a period of time in the officialdom, Hussein's plan is quite reasonable, but playing with Hou Jie like this, the Persian old guard always felt a little lacking in confidence, and before he could persuade anything, Hussein had already waved his hand confidently and ordered loudly.

"Collect the troops!"

The Arab cavalry that spread all over the mountains was regrouped, and a thousand horsemen gathered neatly on the avenue, and as many as two hundred horsemen were scattered left and right, while the rest were clustered around Hussein.

The Abbasid dynasty is still dark, and the same majestic row of black Islamic flags hunting and fluttering behind them is also majestic.

With the support of more than a dozen Arab soldiers, Saramuran, who was wrapped in bandages, was taken into the car and stuffed inside, and at the other end, Hussein himself was not in the mood to ride a horse, and climbed into the spare carriage with a passionate mood and a harvest.

Sitting on the soft cushion, Hussein couldn't help but take out the parchment rolls one by one, open them, and read them one by one.

Although the Arabs under the rule of Islam occupied a huge territory in the whole of West Asia and North Africa, the Arabs rose too fast, the cultural foundation was too shallow, and the Arabic language was also in the stage of complete formation.

Unfortunately, Hussein just didn't know Persian, when he was young, his father Ali was suppressed by the Movers, and he was very miserable, so he naturally had no energy to study, and after his father came to power, he had to devote himself to the battle with the Umayyad family, so naturally he didn't have the effort to learn Persian.

However, the amount of materials on it, he still recognized the imprint of the Syrian governor, especially looking at Hou Jie's beautiful Arabic small print signature, which made Hussein, who was familiar with his font, full of pride, it is estimated that Hou Jie would never have thought that this was a knife that killed him when he signed these documents, right?

Thinking of Xingtou, Hussein couldn't help but laugh a few times, and the hearty laughter came from the car, floating on this rugged mountain road, passing far away.

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The first thing he did when he returned to his port town was Hussein ordered the execution of all the captured Assasin assassins.

The subordinates of the Hejaz Governor's Palace sounded gongs everywhere, and thousands of merchants anchored in the small harbor, the local Arab tribes, as well as the Persian and Jewish races, gathered under the Xingtai built by the Roman Empire, which was specially used for the execution of pirates.

Under the noisy gaze of the crowd, five unadult-looking Assasins, who had never refused to confess, were dragged to the execution ground by the arms of the Arab soldiers, and behind them were more than a dozen Arab men in black cloaks, hands tied behind horses, and dejected.

One by one, everyone was pressed to the wooden stakes that had been prepared on the execution ground, and their heads rested on them, and the muscular executioners covered their heads with black cloth bags, revealing only two black hole eyes, carrying heavy axes, standing beside each stake like a grim reaper.

The prisoners were all shivering under the escort of the executing soldiers.

"See, this is the fate of heretical assassins!"

A fat executioner dressed in a Greek robe walked to the front of the execution ground with a shy stomach, puffed up his stomach, waved his hand at the prisoner behind him to be beheaded, and shouted at the people watching the execution below.

"Only the Hashemite family, which has been passed down from the Prophet Muhammad, is the spokesman of the Lord on earth, and all the others who try to fight for the power of the caliph are heretics bewitched by the devil, and this is their final fate, even if they die, their souls will face the Lord's just judgment and suffer eternal suffering and punishment in the fire!"

Listening to the words, the people below were talking, and in the eyes of everyone, the fat executioner smiled and waved down his wide sleeves.

"Slash!"

More than 20 executioners suddenly took up the long beheading axe, and some of the prisoners who were held in custody couldn't help but scream and bounce in fear under the custody of the two people, but before the screams could spread far, they stopped abruptly, and in the muffled sound of chopping watermelons, twenty-two heads flew out with blood spraying blood, causing another scream below.

Outside the port, on a cargo ship, put away the binoculars in his hand, sighed, and wrapped himself in the tight robes of Arab women, Li Que quickly returned to the cabin.

On the other end, the executioners who had completed the execution also quickly gathered the heads and headless corpses, put them into bags, and threw them into the firewood and grass piles that had been prepared long ago, and a fire was blazing.

Except for the blood left all over the ground, twenty-two Assasin assassins seem to have nothing left.

The day after the execution of these Assasin assassins, Hussein left the dry Turkey of the Latter Generations under the protection of the cavalry of Asia Minor, and returned to the temporary capital of Damascus.

The message seemed to have winged ghosts, and before Hussein's convoy left Asia Minor, it had reached Damascus within a few days, and the ferocity of the Assasin faction caused a lot of panic and disgust among many Islamic nobles.

On the third day of Hussein's convoy, he stopped at the town of Tacusus, a province of Cilicia, not far from Antioch, where hundreds of Arab cavalrymen carefully moved some large boxes from the camel convoy to the house, and at the other end, in the dim room under the light of a few lonely lamps, the old Persian guard also knelt on the ground cautiously and kowtowed.

"Master, the rumors have spread to Damascus, even if Hou Jie doesn't believe it, I'm afraid he will hesitate, master, what have you never gotten from these Assasins."

"Good!"

Hussein got up from his chair with some excitement, and the execution was carried out with such fanfare, just to release smoke bombs and confuse the public, and now it seems that the effect is still good.

Excitedly turning around in two circles, Hussein pointed to the Persian guard again and asked, "Where is Ibn, the governor of Egypt?"

"Lord Ibn has arrived in Medina, but the recent attacks of the Hawariji rebels have been particularly intense, and the progress of the Egyptian governor seems to have been somewhat hindered."

"Tell Ibn to give up the campaign against the Hawarijites, go back to Damascus first, and kill the ****! In addition, in my name I write to the Governor-General of Iraq, the Governor of the Caucasus, the Governor of Armenia, and the Governor of the Black Sea, asking them to return to Damascus on Eid al-Adha and meet the Caliph! ”

A large pile of parchment rolls were taken out by Hussein and thrown in front of the Persian guard, and after receiving Hussein's letter, the Persian guard also picked it up quickly, kowtowed and replied: "My master, as you wish!"

Seeing the back of the Persian guard in the night, Hussein slapped the table excitedly again, and smiled happily and viciously.

"Hou Jie, if this emir wants you to die this time!"