It was as if dozens of large trucks were colliding from both sides, and the light infantry blocking the cavalry charge team didn't even have time to scream, and were directly knocked upside down and flew out, some even flew out more than ten meters, and some even crashed together in mid-air, and the corpses rained down, and pieces of blood and internal organs were spit everywhere.

The situation of the battle that was still scorching just now was reversed almost instantly, about 10,000 Arab cavalry blocked the entrance to the city gate solidly, and those who were close jumped off their camels directly, wheeling Damascus scimitars like crazy demons who would kill people when they saw them, and the batch was like a windmill, and in a short period of time the Byzantine rear army was hacked to death hundreds of people, forcing those rookies who had only joined the army for more than a month to retreat forward in despair to the urban miracle doctor.

On the mountain, the chubby-looking Arab battle array was incredibly squeezed out of countless cavalry in an instant, and rushed down fiercely with scimitars.

It had been a hard battle for a long time, the exhausted Macedonian heavy infantry and the elite light infantry had completely lost the heart to fight, the originally chaotic army formation fell apart, and countless people cried and ran backwards, chasing after them, and the Arab knights were depressed for a long time, and the old Gao of the snow scimitar wheel was cut down, although they were stunned and cut down on their necks.

The heads of the people killed on the mountain road were rolling and blood was pouring down the river.

Listening to countless Arab knights shouting their names and rushing down, they couldn't suppress it anymore, an evil smile hung all over Hou Jie's cheeks, raised his head, and laughed evilly at the sky.

In fact, today's battle is also not very sophisticated conspiracy strategy, but it is just a variant of the reduction plan.

From the beginning of the battle, Hou Jie deliberately put on a large number of people, but tightly sent 5,000 cavalry from other tribes to charge the Byzantine army, and the remaining 15,000 cavalry only waved their flags and shouted behind them.

5,000 light cavalry attacked the fortified positions of the heavy infantry, and even though the Arabs, inspired by the Islamic faith, fought desperately to the death, they were still defeated and retreated, creating a false impression to the Byzantines that the Arabs were poorly equipped and weak in combat and could fight.

The Cairo Imam Sarawa was sent to scold, both for Houjie's own political purpose and as a bait to lure the Byzantines out of the confines of the city walls and onto the hillside.

In the end, the two lines of 5,000 horsemen and cavalry that had set out from last night intercepted the Byzantines' escape back to the city, and copied them in three ways.

What Hou Jie wanted was not a small victory over the killing of dozens or hundreds of Byzantines, but a hearty victory, a victory that would excite the whole of Damascus, and a big victory that would make Constantine IV, a greedy old rascal, fearful.

Today, this strategic goal has been achieved.

There were Arab cavalry figures everywhere in all directions, and the ambush and encirclement on all sides were solid, and you could clearly see the city wall behind you, but the trapped almost 20,000 Byzantines could not break out no matter what, and one by one they seemed to have fallen into a trapped beast in a net, and they were still fighting desperately with their fangs open.

Groups of Byzantine sailors roared and rushed desperately at the dense cavalry, shouting like dying boars on the other, and they were greeted by Arabs' bows and arrows.

At this time, the terrifying bow and arrow array of the nomadic Bedouins finally came into full play, and the cavalry of the tribe was moving, rushing, and the Greeks who had lost their armor and even their swords were caught up by the Greeks, who were obviously close in front of them, and the Byzantines, who lacked protection, died on the road in pieces under the dense arrows like raindrops.

Some of the teams even died before they were halfway through, and the vast farmland plain in front of the harbor was littered with cries and fallen corpses.

This suicidal charge lasted for two hours, and when the blood of the Byzantines filled the entire port land, the Byzantines finally shuddered and shrank into a ball of fear, but fate did not spare them the geniuses.

Putting away the hot bow that had been fired, the fierce Grand Chief Faisal drew his bloody scimitar and swung it fiercely into the sky.

"Warriors, harvest their heads, and the Lord has given them all to you! Kill! ”

In the loud roar, the Arab knights who had lost the city and lost their territory for several days, and were shrouded in clouds brought by the Byzantine counteroffensive also completely transformed all the negative emotions in their hearts into destruction**, and divided into eight ways, the Arab knights who were pressed by the black pressure, and the Bedouin cavalry were overwhelmed.

The shouts of killing even shook the sea, shook the city walls and buzzed, and the fierce fighting and the Byzantines' death and frightening remnants of the Byzantine army in the city came down to support, and did not dare to attack the back of the Damascus army, trembling and blocking the city gate with a boulder, hiding behind.

In such a small place, the Byzantine army was cut into seven pieces, and under the attack of the tide from all directions, blood and corpses were piled up layer by layer, and in the end, the collapsed Byzantines even gave up resistance, sat on the ground and cried, and no longer resisted even if the sword was cut on their bodies.

The killing lasted until dusk, the sun was covered with a layer of blood, in front of the huge port, the corpses were piled up in two or three layers, and the red-eyed Arabs slaughtered more than 20,000 Greeks, and the blood soaked the earth softly, forming a unique layer of swamp, and it took half a day to pull it out.

The more than 8,000 Byzantine navy, whose spirit was completely broken, were taken prisoner, and they let the Arabs tie them into a circle with horse ropes like cattle, and the cavalry led the prisoners of war past the city with a strange scream.

Seeing this scene, behind the city where the dogs' teeth were stomped together, there was not even a single one that emerged, as if it had become a dead city.

Hundreds of guards surrounded Hou Jie, and in front of his camel, the bloodied Matzchos was carried out, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

Full of decadence, this Byzantine general of the Khoskin Military District, who did not give in even in previous wars, seemed to have lost his soul, even if he knelt on the ground, he did not stand up.

Looking at his decadent appearance, Hou Jie, who had replied to the gentle and elegant demeanor, raised his hand forward with great interest and asked, "If this emir is defeated, what will you do with me today?" ”

"Emir?"

I still have some understanding of the official position of the sworn enemy of the Arab Empire, and when he heard this title, Mezchos couldn't help but be stunned, and then lowered his head in frustration, whether he was a caliph or an emir, he was defeated, and there was no point in anything.

"Kill you, or take you to Constantinople." With his head drooping, Madzychos replied listlessly.

"Hehe, it's all heavy." Hearing this answer, Hou Jie couldn't help laughing, and then shook his head and said, "In that case, I'll give you a more cruel punishment?" ”

"I, forgive you!"

Raised his head in disbelief, and after being stunned for a moment, Madzychos couldn't help but shudder, it was indeed a more cruel punishment, losing the army that was so hard to recruit, and also losing the guards of Constantinople, the once most important two thousand Macedonian hoplites, more than a thousand Cretan archers, go back, and Madzyos didn't know what kind of terrifying punishment he would face Nine Yin Divine DoctorRead the full text.

The sun was setting little by little towards the sea level, collecting the corpses, the wounded, and the spoils of war, the Arab army slowly retreated, Hou Jie walked last, looking back at the devastated Mezchos standing under the city gate and scolding no matter what, and the fat eunuch who finally escaped back did not open the door anyway, and a rich smile bloomed on Hou Jie's face.

In this battle, it is estimated that the Byzantium that is about to move is completely extinguished, and those who are uncertain in the center of Damascus should also settle their minds.

Laughing and turning the camel, Hou Jie also followed the team and retreated to Mount Lebanon.

The next day, before dawn, the corpses of more than 20,000 comrades-in-arms displayed outside were not even cleaned up, and the Royal Byzantine Navy retreated.

And three-fifths of the casualties, the Royal Navy lost a large number of sailors and oarsmen, and almost half of the large ships produced in Rhodes were left behind, supporting the Arab half of the navy after the loss of the navy.

On the other hand, the Byzantine Army, which received the war report, also hastily withdrew from Antioch and retreated to Ancatolia, and the situation on the Western Front of the Empire was cleared.

Although the 2,000 Bedouin cavalry were also killed in this battle, it was too insignificant compared to the results, and when the report of the battle reached Damascus, the ancient city was simply boiling, and both Arabs and Persians who believed in Islam cheered enthusiastically and celebrated even in time for Eid al-Adha.

When Hou Jie's division returned to the court, almost half of Damascus came to greet him, the expedition was lost, the internal rebellion, the caliph was still dead, and the imperial capital was in need of news of victory.

Crowds of people, countless men and women gathered on both sides of the truth, calling Hou Jie's name, and the tribal warriors who followed him into the city were also excited and their faces turned red, and they rode on camels helplessly and clenched their fists.

Countless petals sprinkled on him, and Hou Jie, who returned victorious, was quite calm, except for occasionally waving his hand to signal to the crowd, as calm as an ascetic.

Crossing the streets, all the way to the main street of the Grand Palace, the team of Hou Jie's division was stopped, and Sherman took the lead, and the road was jammed with 270 Great Imam, Grand Sheikh, 352 tribal nobles, and more than 500 Praetorian Guard officers from all over the country who were still loyal to Damascus.

Seeing this purity, Hou Jie couldn't help but rush over with a camel with a face full of "shock", and asked in surprise: "Elder Sherman, who are you?" ”

"The Lord's will has been made clear, ask Lord Hou Jie to inherit the caliphate and defend my great Arab empire!"

As he spoke, Sherman fell to his knees on the ground, held the caliph's golden crown high, and followed him closely, and thousands of imperial leaders behind him also knelt down, begging neatly and loudly.

"Please Lord Hou Jie inherit the caliphate and defend my great Arabia!"

The sudden scene made the originally lively welcome ceremony become dead silent in an instant......