82_82988 Just thought about setting the capital here, but at this time, Belus was frightened, and crawled out of the Thirsty Water City Urn City Gate, leaving thousands of elite soldiers in Weng City

As soon as they climbed out of the city, the fierce and brave Sogdian general had already collapsed with a scream, and was completely crushed into pulp, and several guards at the gate hurriedly came with shields on their heads and propped themselves up on Belus's head and walked back.

At this time, a dense crowd of crossbowmen suddenly appeared at the head of the city, and the sound of buzzing bowstrings made many Central Asian troops tremble and were shot to death on the ground.

The cavalry retreated more than a hundred meters before they held their feet with palpitations.

At this time, dozens of corpses covered with arrows had been left at the gate of Weng City, and in the urn city behind him, the sound of archery and Persian Tocharian scolding were endless, and the most was the anger before death.

At this time, it happened that the "Wang Xiaoer" who had just led the way, the great nobleman Bardan showed his head from the city again, and looked down with his probe, and the angry Belus had blood-red eyes and roared with tear-splitting sadness: "Bardan, shameless rebel, betrayed me!"

It's no wonder that Belus was so easily recruited, who would have thought that the three major Persian nobles would communicate with foreign countries and sell him hundreds of miles of defense in the Hindu Kush Mountains, but in the end betrayed him at this critical juncture? It's like a mole leading the thief to open several iron doors in the safe, but he caught the thief's hand in the last door.

Listening to the mad roar of Belus, who was full of murderous intent, Bardan, who was full of fierce and vicious, shrunk his neck timidly.

At this time, a big hand patted him on the shoulder encouragingly and propped him back. With a smile on his face, Fang Yiai strode onto the city.

Seeing that this guy who used to look unpleasant stood back with his own encouragement, the corners of Fang Yiai's mouth couldn't help revealing a smile.

It all came back to yesterday's dinner.

Dozens of nobles pinched their wine glasses and waited tremblingly, Fang Yiai carried more than a dozen generals into the banquet hall in stride, seeing Fang Yiai's gloomy face, these Persian nobles were furious.

The brave name of Fang Yiai's love was known to the entire Thirsty Water City, and coupled with his own weak heart, all the Persian nobles lowered their heads timidly, and the huge banquet scene was filled with a strange atmosphere.

Only Basak strode up to meet him, laughed and opened his arms to give Fang Yiai a big hug, and said with a hearty smile: "Your Majesty's first warrior is here, it's really brilliant, come here, don't hurry up and show Lord Fang a seat!"

A few charming slave girls smiled and came up to support the shoulders of the beloved, and finally made his stiff face show a little ease, followed by a polite two sentences, and the rest of the Fujian army generals were also supported by the slave girls on their seats, and the musicians began to play and sing a brisk Persian tune, and the atmosphere of the banquet finally became formal.

It is still the famous belly dance, five Persian dancers swaying their charming posture in a zigzag, on the beautiful faces wrapped in orange silk light gauze, a pair of pink green eyes vividly hooked from the guest seats, and the hooked man was ready to move.

A variety of fruits and the famous Persian barbecue were also served, and the feast was gradually pushed forward*.

The Persian aristocracy originally had the elegance to talk about poetry, and after integrating into the Tang culture, all the blonde and blue-eyed bearded people actually talked eloquently about "Lisao", "Long Song Xing", and "Hu Ji Eighteen Beats", but they listened to the rough generals of the Fujian State with big eyes and small eyes, and they were confused.

The banquet gradually pushed forward*, and the nobles who were immersed in pleasure seemed to have forgotten the special nature of this time, and devoted themselves wholeheartedly to indulgence.

The Persian dancers had changed for a third time, for their predecessors had all fallen into the arms of the nobles of the banquet, and some of the men's restless hands had already penetrated their narrow busts, and their delicate light gauze skirts had penetrated into them, and one after another monster-like bulges rubbed against the glamour.

The breathtakingly beautiful moans echoed in the banquet hall, and one by one the nobles abandoned their glamorous camouflage and wantonly wandered.

But at such a time of luxury? Barsack's emerald celadon wine glass was suddenly raised by him, and in an instant, the banquet hall, which had just been noisy, became silent in an instant, and the Persian nobles, who had just fallen into confusion, seemed to regain consciousness in an instant, and they all looked at the inconspicuous wine glass with straight eyes.

"Now Khorasan can be so rich, so that everyone has beautiful slaves around them, bright silk clothes, wine, meat, fruits and vegetables at the banquet, all of which should be grateful to the King of Min, the old man proposed, everyone toasts the King of Min with a glass!"

A trace of strangeness was revealed on the faces of more than a dozen Persian nobles present, but everyone still raised their wine glasses in accord and shouted happily: "Long live His Majesty King Jingmin, long live, long live, long live!"

A glass of gold-plated or silver-inlaid wine glasses with gems were crisply touched together, and even many Fujian generals also drank the wine in the glass.

However, after drinking a glass, Barsac was not satisfied, but poured full of grape wine excitedly, and raised the celadon wine glass arrogantly, and drank wildly: "If it were not for Your Majesty, Khorasan would not be liberated from the Arab barbarians, if it were not for Your Majesty, the Persians would not settle down, and everyone would not be so rich, a glass to His Majesty the King of Fujian!"

As he drank his head, purple wine flowed down his gray beard, and his crazy actions made all the Persian nobles stunned again, but they also filled their wine glasses, and toasted and cheered: "To His Majesty King Min Long Life Jin'an!"

Poured the wine in the cup with a mouthful, his raised face was full of red wine stains and suddenly became full of hideousness, Barsac frantically slammed the celadon cup in his hand to the ground, and in the crisp voice, the old fox of the Suren family roared angrily: "But the wise King of Min, why do you have to seize the last living space of our Persian nobles!"

The sound of footsteps suddenly became loud, and countless Persian heavily armored knights with spears and scimitars quickly rushed up from both sides of the corridor, followed by dozens of Persian archers with bows and arrows, and the rebel nobles who had been waiting for a long time clamped the Persian dancing girl in their arms as a meat shield, and retreated back in panic in their screams, and the slave girls and servants who were serving also scattered in panic.

Surrounded by the rain of guns and swords, only a dozen generals of the Fujian army and Fang Yiai remained, and after being stunned, more than a dozen Fujian generals also drew their swords in a circle in a panic and surrounded Fang Yiai.

In the entire banquet hall, only Fang Yiai, who was sitting on the main seat, was still very concerned about Yu Junhou calmly drinking the wine, and after drying the gold and silver cups in his hand, he threw them aside, looked around coldly and murderously, and coldly asked Basak: "Su Lun family master, do you want to rebel?"

"Lao Tzu is still a rebellion!" Laughing arrogantly, Basak roared at Fang Yiai with a crazy face: "King Min has deprived the Persian nobles of their hereditary land, and the noble status on which they depend, let us live with the lowly mud legs, he has no longer given us nobles a way to live, why should we support him?"

"To tell you the truth, His Majesty's army will come in from the northern steppes tomorrow, and your army will all be eradicated under His Majesty's strangulation, and the Tuntian Grange formed by the King of Min will be completely eradicated, and the forces of Min will be driven out of Persia, and you, Fang Yiai, even if your martial arts are amazing, you don't want to get out of here alive today!"

Viciously pulling out the sword that had been hidden for a long time from under the chair, Barsac swung it forward frantically, roaring with resentment: "Kill !!"

"Kill!" Seeing this scene, the officers of the Fujian State stubbornly covered their hands on the top of their heads, intending to wait for the rain of arrows to pass and kill into the crowd, killing one is enough, killing two to earn one.

The attack was neatly loosened, and in the sound of popping and popping, more than a dozen Fujian officials also sprayed blood all over their faces, but it was not them who fell.

The rebel Persian warriors who rushed in the first row covered the thick blood rolling out of their backs in disbelief, fell down in a rage, and released their own cold arrows, but the Persian warriors with bows did not feel guilty at all, and quickly threw their bows and rushed into the rebel warrior array, and in an instant, the gorgeous aristocratic banquet hall became a battlefield for these private warriors.

"This! Bardan, you actually betrayed me" Turning back in shock, Barsac raised his sword high in great anger and was about to cut it down, but he couldn't help but snort and muffled, seeing the dagger that Zigen had sunk into his chest, Barsac's hand raising his sword suddenly softened.

With the same hideous face and twisting the dagger, Bardan also roared madly: "Didn't you also betray the Min Kingdom?" Do you know that our Kehu family has been infiltrated by the Fujian police force, do you know how many Fujian people lurk in our center, even the youngest Persians are glorified by the imperial examination of Fujian, and every move is in the hands of the king of Fujian, you idiot actually wants to lead everyone to betray Fujian and find death! ”

"You're a devil, you damn it!"

With Bardan's furious roar, the dagger had already swirled a bloody hole in Barsac's old chest, and the last trace of strength was withdrawn, and Barsac's old face was full of pain, and he fell to the ground with a dejected thud.

Holding the bloody dagger, Bardan was stunned for a long time, and then like a wounded beast, he roared with red eyes and turned to the stunned rebel nobleman.

"Whoever betrays the king of Fujian, die!"

Under the gaze of his stunned generals, Fang Yiai, who was sitting in the middle of the Shura battlefield, leisurely poured himself a glass of wine and drank it with his head held high......