"Wow-ha-ha, kill!"

Meslemah's laughter was not much better, and now he was even more like a devil than the Byzantine Emperor watching from afar, his face was covered with blood, which had obscured his original countenance, and the Prophet Muhammad had taught him not to leave his cheeks without hair, and the beads of blood on his beard had been stained into a huge brush, and his breastplate had turned from yellow to red. [Ran^Text^Library] []

The knife in his hand was even more like a devil, and it was waved by him like a blooming red rose, and crystal blood beads were scattered and splashed in all directions.

This splendid rose was so terrifying in the eyes of the Byzantine captain who was shrunk in a corner, his pupils grew to the extreme, his breathing was even short, and his fear was at the limit, and the captain finally took the shield short sword, turned all fear into a desire for destruction, and rushed over with a roar.

Poof.

The scimitar passed through his chest, bringing out a cloud of blood and all the strength of the captain, and the Roman sword in his hand slid weakly to the ground, and the Roman captain did finally show a little relief on his face, and his chest spurted blood, and he fell straight down the edge of the ship, and smashed into the water with a thud and splashed a bright red splash.

"Allah bless, mighty general!"

Behind him, the Arab soldiers, who were also covered in blood, immediately cheered loudly. Chic casually cut off the Byzantine glorious double-headed eagle flag, and then looked left and right, the nearby eight waterways were basically occupied by the Arabs, the Islamic warriors fought to the death, the sea was full of Byzantine corpses, and the Byzantine ships not far away were even more chaotic in fear, and had seen the dawn of victory, Meslemai raised his bloody scimitar high, and roared like a lion.

"Occupy the cabin! Row out the boat, send these Greek pagans to the Mediterranean once and for all to feed the fish, kill! ”

"Kill!"

With a roar of excitement, hundreds of bloody warriors poured into the lower cabins.

At the time of the bloodthirsty revelry of the Arabs, at their feet, the corpses of the heroic Roman warriors and Byzantine captains were still sinking under the water, and the wounds on the chest dragged a long blood band in the salty waters, which had returned to the light, and the captain did not seem to feel pain and suffocation, everything was so calm.

In the afterglow, the captain saw countless soldiers who had fallen into the water like him, alive, dead, bloody and attracted an unknown number of sharks, lurking from under the obstacles, quiet and almost cruel, biting the body of the fallen sergeant, enjoying this rare feast.

At this time, the captain's consciousness nerves were already necrotic, and he didn't know whether he was afraid or happy and other emotions, some were just numb, but seeing that the darkness was about to swallow up the last trace of his consciousness, suddenly, the captain's eyes lit up when he was dying.

A large broken wooden barrel kept spitting out a black liquid, and it also dragged out a long black band, and the rich black completely took away the last sanity of this Roman nobleman.

On the ship, in the lower oarsmen's cabin, the thick smell of blood filled the entire small space, and Mesraima looked at it with a blood-stained face, and roared at his men furiously: "The one who should go to Hell did it!" ”

In the narrow cabin, on the oars one by one, the slave oarsmen fell to the ground, each with more than half of their necks cut, and almost all the blood on their bodies was spilled, making the smell of blood in the cabin almost vomit.

Slave oarsmen are different from the regular army, they are all criminals, prisoners of war, the lowly, because they have committed the death penalty, they are locked here to die with coolies, they have no national concept, they listen to whoever is strong, the Arabs occupy five large ships, they will also serve the Arabs.

Among them, there were even Arab prisoners of war.

But now, this important force that controls the galleys is all so worthless and slashed here, no wonder Maxlemai is furious.

He had hoped to row the Romans in their boats to hunt them down, but now the transfer of a group of oarsmen from behind to paddle through the blocked waterways was enough for the Byzantine royal fleet to escape.

Seeing that his general was furious, more than a dozen Arab soldiers who rushed in all bowed their heads in silence, paused for a while, and just now someone innocently whispered: "General, this, this is not what we did." ”

"Yes, General, that's it when we come in."

Hearing this, Maslemai was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted, more than a dozen people did not enter the hatch a moment earlier, even if one of them had eight hands, they could not kill more than 100 slaves, and he was also in a hurry.

However, it was not them, it was only the Romans, and all the Byzantine warriors on board were slaughtered, and killing so many slaves was not something that could be done at the last moment, unless the slaughter began at the moment when the ships of both sides were loaded into the waterways.

Knowing that they are going to lose and still fight like this, what are these Byzantines thinking in their heads?

In his irritability, Maxlemai anxiously waved his hand downward: "You guys, go down to the bottom cabin to see, what happened?" ”

"Yes, General."

A dozen or so Arab soldiers immediately hurriedly stepped on the pool of blood to the lower deck, and Meslemai was also irritated to the side of the corpse of an Arab slave, and slightly removed the neck like a bloody dead pork, and the hideous wound was exposed, the wound was smooth, but huge, typical of the marks left by the Roman sword.

And right next to the corpse, Maxlemai also found a large log with a solemn expression, the gap and the fracture were half smooth and half uneven.

As a navy, this thing is too familiar to Mesley Michael, this thing is the crank of the giant oar dedicated to this kind of big ship, and this trace has obviously been cut off in half and kicked hard.

A bad feeling came to my heart.

At this time, the Arab soldiers who went down to the cabin also rushed up anxiously one by one.

"General, the slaves below were also killed."

"The oars have been destroyed by these cowardly Greeks!"

"General, the big thing is not good, the cabin is leaking! Dozens of big holes have been broken, and they can't be plugged at all! ”

The last Arab soldier to come up shouted in a particularly panicked and anxious manner.

Watertight cabin technology is also invented by the Chinese in the Song Dynasty, relying on splicing technology to break a hole in the cabin of a Roman warship is enough to choke, not to mention that it is believed that more than ten holes have been artificially broken, this hundred-ton monster is directly equivalent to waste, if it runs slowly, the Arabs on the ship may be unlucky to be sucked into the sea.

"Are these Greeks crazy?"

He led his men back to the deck in a hurry, and as he walked, Masley Mai scolded angrily.

Now he understands the strategic purpose of the Byzantium, and he is simply deliberately sending these ships to death and blocking his own waterways, and now the Byzantines' strategy has obviously achieved the goal, looking at the chaos in the left and right waterways, it is estimated that the encounters are similar.

But the question is that after consuming almost 2,000 lives now, one-fifth of the Byzantine Royal Navy, just to block the gate of their own house, what do these Greeks with bad heads want to do? When the day dawns, the Arab fleet will be able to open a few new passages in less than half a day, and at such a great cost, the Byzantines will only be able to win half a day's sea power, what's the use?

What exactly did the head of Constantine IV think? Can't beat it and disgust people? Then the sacrifice is too great.

Just when Maxlaimai was full of doubts and led his men to abandon the ship and leave, the soldiers behind him twitched their noses vigorously and shouted in annoyance: "What smell? So bad smelling? ”

Coldly, Maislemai trembled excitedly, and could not care to evacuate, so he ran anxiously to the side of the ship and looked down.

At this time, the sun had completely set, and the black sea water could not be seen clearly, but the rich and pungent smell of oil could not be clearer, gritting his teeth, Meslemai anxiously snatched a lamp, hung it with a rope, and after a while, his legs suddenly weakened, and he muttered in disbelief: "How is it possible?" ”

The faint light illuminated a small piece of the sea, covering the surface of the sea, full of oil, and slowly flowing towards his water village with the current, under the light happened to be the corpse of a Roman sailor, whose face had been stained black, and even the ferocious sharks in the sea were rolled all over the ground by the oil and poison.

He remembered too well how many times the Min people used this kind of terrifying poison like hellfire to either create a wall of fire and burn alive the Arab cavalry attacking the trenches, or use a trebuchet to disrupt the surging charging battle array of Arab soldiers.

A small piece of fire had forced Maslemai to discard his leather armor, and now with such a deep layer of oil under his feet, Maslemai couldn't imagine how monstrous his anger would be once it burned.

What puzzled him was that the direction of the current was the Black Sea heading straight for the Mediterranean, and from the beginning of the war to the present, the crowded Royal Byzantine Navy had no chance to throw oil into the sea, but the Athenian navy, which was in the direction of the current against the current, threw something into the sea and did not know something.

How do these oils swim against the current?

Meslemer could not think any longer, and when he looked back at the hundreds of fleets still soaked in oil, the young Arab admiral, who was only in his thirties, let out a terrible roar like a dying wolf.

"Order the whole army, abandon the ship and go ashore, and flee!"

Seeing the anxious appearance of their coach, the Arab soldiers who had been stunned for a long time also jumped into the sea like dumplings, braving the oil and swimming desperately back, roaring in Arabic while swimming.

But at this time, more than half of the Arab ships had crowded at the eight exits, listening to the anxious shouts of the Arab soldiers who jumped off the boats, some did not understand what was going on and stopped in place, some were still rowing forward, and some were obediently fleeing to the shore.

"You don't know anything about the sea!"