In the north, Su Dingfang's army once again broke away from the main force and advanced westward.

Tikrit, located in the Euphrates River, under the city of the last stronghold of the Kufa warrior tribe where Qiyad resettled, is also full of the black dragon banner of the Fujian army, and in front of the siege army within a radius of several miles, it is especially eye-catching that groups of Armenians from the Caucasus.

Although they were still wearing the tattered clothes they had come from and holding rudimentary weapons, the Armenians were in high spirits, roaring like wild beasts in front of the battle, anxiously waiting for the orders of the Chinese army, and actually reached the point of being war-hungry.

It's very simple, although the Min army is not like the last time, everyone has military salaries, everyone has equipment, but it is not like last time when everything is tied to military discipline, once the city is captured, these barbarians in the mountains can vent to their heart's content **** looting everywhere, burning and killing the loot they have plundered.

Even along the way, there were more than 20 Armenians who personally rewarded a large number of manors and became nobles because of their military exploits, which is absolutely eye-catching in the Armenian army with the same mud legs.

This time, Li Jie also figured it out, now that it is the seventh century AD, why do you want the modern army to demand the barbarians of this era? You can get an army of tigers and wolves for a small price, so why not?

Looking at the low-walled city in front of him with a low stone wall in the Roman era, Su Dingfang smiled and waved the battle flag downward, unlike the roar of people, the Armenians wearing rags and even animal skins, just like the half-orcs who released the cage, rushed out under the cover of the artillery fire trebuchet.

This was accompanied by the terrified and desperate shouts of the Arab defenders at the head of the city.

The southern part of Kufa is also not quiet, and the oasis where the Bedouin tribes of Oman invaded Yeye on the eve of the invasion are now also occupied by the Min.

On the edge of the oasis, the timber transported from afar at a great cost was spliced into a walled wall by the Min sappers, and in the oasis, the precious desert spring water was directly dug into a large reservoir to intercept it.

Rice, vegetables, dried meat, soybean meal and hay for horses, and tens of thousands of people requisitioned from the occupied areas, under the supervision of the Fujian army, carried these materials day and night and hoarded in the barracks of this nameless oasis.

Staring at these materials every day, the jackals in the desert are drooling with red eyes, but they don't dare to rush up at all, animals also have spirituality, and many of the predecessors who rushed over to bite people and animals have contributed their own flesh to make military food under the sharp bowstring of the Fujian army.

But what's even more terrifying than these jackals and hyenas is people!

Another Great Fujian grain transport team, marching on the towering riverbed of the ancient channel of the Euphrates River, under the scorching sun, countless people drove the carts, the carts were loaded with heavy grain, and the strong sun made the eyes of the yellow-faced and thin-skinned Persians look golden.

Riding a jujube red horse, Captain Guo Yi, who was at the back of the convoy, was also full of sweat, and the Da Min helmet made of fine iron continued to flow in his neck, and a large area of the sand skin was itchy and painful, but this forty-year-old Min army was not more energetic than himself, but in the front and rear of the convoy.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded from the side of the riverbank, and suddenly, dozens of sharp arrows shot down from the left and right sides, and several Fujian army escort knights and more than a dozen unlucky people were immediately shot with blood flowing all over the ground and fell down.

"Allah gives you these spoils, kill!"

Amid the shrill Arabic shouts, the Bedouin ambush soldiers hiding near the riverbank suddenly appeared, either on camels or on foot, from behind the mound of earth and boulders, and fiercely slaughtered the convoy below.

Even if he was prepared to be attacked, looking at the dense Bedouins like ants and the overwhelming rain of arrows, the Captain of the Grain Guard Chong couldn't help but tremble, and only then did he hiss and pull out his sword and roar loudly.

"Formation, fend off the enemy!"

The carts of the Fujian army are very distinctive, they are all dependent on the external situation, a roar, under the urging of the escort soldiers, the people immediately trembled and dragged the cattle with their heads inward, the carts were close together, and a huge car formation was quickly formed, and then these people covered their heads under the car, and the next war had nothing to do with them.

In the inner circle, the soldiers of the Great Min Mansion roared and lay on the car with a steel crossbow, extended, and the escort cavalry also drew their horizontal swords, shouting at the surging Bedouins, the two horses were staggered, blood splashed, and the blood of the knights stained the thirsty land of West Asia.

The Min army is well-trained, even if it is a large number of government soldiers, there are sixty days in a year spent in military training, and the previous military careers have also filled the Min army with a sense of honor as a soldier.

Guarding in front of the car formation, the cruel hand-to-hand combat began again, dropped the crossbow arrows and installed the crossbow spurs, the Fujian army smashed it with a heavy steel crossbow, some of the Bedouins who had just jumped on the grain cart had a blood hole in their legs, screamed and fell back, without waiting for the government soldiers to withdraw the crossbow, four or five Bedouins came out again, some dragged their shoulders, some hugged their backs, and cut down with knives, and many Fujian soldiers were also drunk on the spot.

Relying on the strong armor and the three-edged thorns in his hands, the Fujian army food protection team, which is less than the Bedouin ambush soldiers, can still support it, and the situation is still tilting towards the Bedouin ambush little by little.

Seeing this scene, Captain Zhichong, who was in charge of the guards, was anxious.

If there is no accident, most of this round of grain and grass will be robbed, watching the Fujian people retreat again and again, and even the cruel face of the other commander's cruel face shows a hideous smile, but at this time, more than a dozen Bedouin light horses and horses desperately ran back from afar, panting and shouting Arabic, which immediately made the elderly Bedouin commander look solemn.

With a whistle, the Bedouins, who were about to succeed in looting, were really like wolves, and they retreated in a blink of an eye, leaving a mess for the panting Fujian army grain transport team to stare at.

After another moment, the heavy sound of horses' hooves once again violently shook the earth, and a large Fujian flag appeared high on the shore, which made the commander who was in charge of sending each other completely relieved.

The cavalry of the Great Min is not a few, among the 100,000 troops of Fang Yiai, 40,000 are the vassals of the Great Min nomadic light cavalry, in order to protect the grain route, a large number of cavalry gallop every day in the nameless oasis to the port of the Euphrates River more than 100 miles.

This team of grain transport teams is quite lucky, but the next few teams are unlucky, some are defeated, the grain and grass are robbed, burned, and some are simply wiped out.

"These barbarians, daring, actually dare to grab the door of our Damin!"

It is no wonder that Qin Huaiyang held his breath, the robbers who grabbed the grain were right in front of him, and on the sand less than five miles away from the Fujian army, the Bedouins had also set up piles and piles of nomadic tents, and they could be seen without binoculars happily carrying the supplies that had come from the strong, and the camps were distributed.

The Bedouins who fought against the southern army were less than 10,000, and after learning of the loss of Ctesiphon, Ziyad did not order the army to rob it with a hot head, but more tightly held on to Kufa, as long as Kufa was not lost, the Arabs still had a large army to return to the bridgehead in Mesopotamia.

In order to harass the Fang Yiai army that threatened Kufa, Qi Yad also divided one-third of his army, plus recruited some nomadic tribes in the nearby desert, to gather more than 10,000 troops.

These days, this army is completely dependent on looting the food supplies of the Min people to survive.

Eating his own food and killing his own people, Qin Huaiyang's angry scolding on the street now is already considered to be his cultivation, around this, after enduring so many days Qin Huaiyang still couldn't swallow this breath after all, and ordered the deputy general, in less than a moment, the cavalry team composed of three thousand elite cavalry and Turkic elite cavalry of the right leading army was about to leave the camp to teach those daring robbers.

It's a pity that without waiting for Qin Huaiyang to open the door, a tall and strong body stood in front of everyone.

"This general has ordered that no one shall go to war without authorization!"

Seeing that Fang Yiai was slowly blocking in front of him, Qin Huaiyang couldn't help but jump off the horse with a stomach full of anger, rushed to Fang Yiai noisily, pointed to the Bedouin camp outside the city and roared: "Brother Fang, just watching a group of moths, eating the blood and sweat of my Damin, indifferent? ”

"Brother Qin! His Majesty the King of Min strictly ordered that he should stick to this oasis and not leave the station easily, don't embarrass Fang, okay? ”

Fang Yiai folded his hands and made a wave, and Qin Huaiyang, who was watching, shook his head helplessly, and shouted viciously at the cavalry behind him: "Didn't you hear the order of the chief manager? Back to camp! ”

One by one, the cavalry was full of unwilling scolding and scolding, and they turned around and dispersed towards the oasis barracks that had become a small city, not noticing that the supervisor who was blocking them, Fang Yiai was also angry, and turned his head to look at the chaotic Bedouin camp in the distance.

Holding his head so much and watching the other party spread wild on Tai Sui's head, how can Fang Yi's love not be on fire, sometimes, it is more uncomfortable to endure than to go out and bleed desperately.

Tens of thousands of South Route troops in the nameless oasis scolded indignantly, unaware that just behind the chaotic Kufa bandit camp, a scarred Arab also slashed his scimitar on the sand in anger.

"Min people, turtles!"