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Six human heads hung from the north gate of Damascus in bloody and hideous form, surrounded by swarms of flies, and their eyes looked at the busy world. Pointing at this person's head, I don't know how many people below are talking about it.

Along with these six heads, I don't know how many, first of all, the entire family of the caliphate general of the Praetorian Army, who was in charge of the southern city, was imprisoned and executed, and who let the assassin find out the permission he issued to enter the city.

With the sword of revenge of Dacmos, handed over to him by Caliph Hassan, Hou Jie almost all of the political enemies who could be cut down were cut down, and even sharpened the knife Huo Huo threatened those neutrals in the Arab Imperial court to be panicked and unable to live all day, and they all threw themselves under Hou Jie's command.

It's not that no one went to the caliph to plead and argue, but either the caliph was making a great cause, and he didn't have time to meet him, so he finally saw it, and Hassan hated the generals around him for being connected with the terrifying Assasin assassination faction, and he was not allowed to intercede.

In this state, the political purge launched by Hou Jie was like a white terror, with new heads being cut off on the execution ground every day, and there was an endless stream of stoning executions, making the smell of blood in Damascus all over the place, and flies turning the sky upside down.

It wasn't until Hussein hurried back from Asia Minor that the bloody purge came to an end.

At the north gate of Damascus, the cavalry with the banner of the black star, moon and sun rolled forward, and the fierce Arab light cavalry shouted, and the citizens who were still talking about it downstairs at the city gate hurriedly dispersed.

Escorting two huge sealed carts into the city, marching under the city gates, looking up at the heads hanging overhead, Hussein's handsome middle-aged Arab handsome cheeks were gloomy as if it was going to rain.

Hou Jie is really a clever move, he was also assassinated by the Assasin faction, and he also stabbed six assassins of the Assasin faction, it seems that he has become the sworn enemy of the Assasin faction, and whoever uses the Assasin faction to accuse him of it lacks a little confidence, and at the same time, with this assassination, he also lifted up a lot of hole cards left in Damascus.

In the cage beneath the heads of the six Assasin assassins, the bloody head still wrapped in a white turban was not his ally in the Caliphate's Praetorian Army, or which one?

"Amir, Lord Ibn and Imam Khorasan of Egypt have come to meet you!"

Just when Hussein was looking at the heads of people he had met with a gloomy face, the old Persian guard came hoarsely from the front, and a large number of people passed by, opposite the doorway, a sturdy general wearing Arabic-style iron pages inlaid with leather armor and a flowing beard was already waiting there, and beside him, there was also an old Arab man who was dressed in a bachelor's white robe, quite elegant.

Finally ceasing to remember those allies, Hussein urged his horse to walk a few steps quickly, and just after the doorway, the sturdy general Ibn of Egypt had already eagerly greeted him, and when he arrived at Hussein's horse's head, he hurriedly asked: "Old friend, have you ever caught the handle of that traitor of Hussein this trip?"

"We'll talk about that later."

Hussein, however, shook his head with a gloomy face, and rode on his horse, his face full of eagerness, and Ibn wanted to ask again, not wanting a hand behind him to grab him by the sleeve.

At Ibn in amazement, the Great Imam Khorasan shook his head heavily.

As a last resort, holding his stomach for a sullen breath, Ibn also mounted his horse in a dull manner and followed Hussein's horse team.

On East Damascus Street, in the palace of the emir of the Hejaz after a month of absence, in the palatial main hall, Ibn was like an ant on a hot pot of a warrior, and he was chattering like a rapping peasant woman.

"Emir, in the two months that you have been away, Na Hou Jie has made a lot of trouble, just found General Merik's passage permit on the assassin, and beheaded General Merrick himself, and the entire family was punished as slaves, and what is even more excessive is that he actually sold these Muslims to the lowly Jews of the Kingdom of Jerusalem in the south!"

"And Mullah Helben, who was beheaded by Hou Jie on charges of heresy just because he objected to Hou Jie's interpretation of the Qur'an, and his wife and daughter were also betrothed into slavery, as well as Sheikh Korshu, and the Grand Sheikh ......"

Hussein, who was sitting at the desk with a gloomy face, finally couldn't help but interrupt him by tapping lightly on the table, and asked irritably: "Hussein is so perverse, won't anyone come to the caliph to accuse him?"

"Caliphate?"

As soon as he heard this, the irascible Ibn actually laughed angrily, disdainfully brushed aside his bearded face, and said mockingly: "Our great caliph is busy kissing me and me with his untouchable concubines all day long, where does he have time to care about the life and death of our people, and besides, it is the caliph himself who ordered Hou Jie, a traitor, to purge Damascus, begging him is not equivalent to cattle and sheep seeking mercy from the butcher, and not letting the butcher's knife kill them?"

Ibn was full of resentful cynicism, but Hussein, who listened to it, couldn't help but slap the table with a cold face and roared: "Governor of Egypt, you are commenting on the caliph, the spokesman of the Lord on earth!" Watch your words! ”

Hussein was really angry, and the rough warriors such as Ibn couldn't help but be dumb, he was also born poor, he was once the attendant of the fourth caliph Ali, and finally replaced Amr as the governor of Egypt, although the two were of the same rank, Hussein was still like his lord.

However, after closing his mouth, Ibn was still reluctant to turn his eyes to Imam Khorasan on the side.

Looking at Ibn with an unwilling and inquiring look, the presiding officer of the Grand Mosque of the Holy Land of Mecca nodded to him secretly.

Hussein didn't notice the small actions of the two most powerful supporters around him, and his preoccupation was entirely on the current unfavorable situation.

It was really unfavorable, Hou Jie's hand completely caught him off guard, Assasin's assassination made the evidence he found less favorable, and Hou Jie's political purge made him lose a lot.

Alek was his staunchest ally in the Caliphate's forbidden army, as well as the Mullah Helben, who was the most impartial official in the Arab Empire, Hussein also expected him to try Houjie in court after he presented his evidence, and Grand Sheikh Abdul, Sheikh Korshu, all of whom were Houjie's biggest opponents in Syria and his strongest supporters, who were now killed by Houjie.

The plan formulated by Hussein before that, accusing Hou Jie in court, taking him down, and then quickly trying to eradicate Hou Jie's power is somewhat unworkable.

After pondering for a long time, Hussein raised his head worriedly and asked the two people who had been looking at each other, "Do you have any good solutions for the current situation?"

Suddenly, Iben's rugged brown eyes became solemn, and he bowed heavily to his chest.

"Emir, the army of Egypt and Mecca of about 2,000 men has infiltrated the city of Damascus, and on the day of Eid al-Adha, the caliph must lead his ministers to the Great Mosque to sacrifice, and when the time comes, ......"

"When the time comes, confront Hou Jie in court, if he doesn't admit it, take him down directly, it's a good way!" Hearing this, Hussein breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with satisfaction. But he didn't want Ibn to suddenly look hideous, and shook his head again.

"No, just launch an armed coup d'état and take the caliphate together!"

"You're crazy!"

Like a cat whose tail had been trampled on, Hussein almost didn't jump, glaring at Ibn in disbelief and yelling, glaring back at him without showing weakness, and Ibn roared back with the same loud and arrogant voice: "I'm not crazy!"

"Where does Hassan look like a caliph, he is either looking for beautiful women all day long, or spending his days in the harem, handing over political affairs to traitors like Hou Jie, causing rebellions in the huge empire, even the Prophet's hometown of Mecca is facing war, those barbarians in Yemen are also ready to move, and the Fujian country in the east is even more eyeing it, and if it goes on like this, the empire will perish sooner or later!"

"That's right." Imam Khorasan, who had been silent on the side, also nodded solemnly and said: "Hassan is indeed not suitable to be everyone's caliph, and even many loyal warriors in the caliph's forbidden army support us!" The Council of Elders in Mecca has already discussed that once you take Hassan and Hujay, you will be proclaimed the true caliph and crowned in the Mosque of Mecca, and the warriors of Egypt and the Hejaz will gather around you to quell all rebellions in Syria, and the Council of Elders will draw up a contract with the Romans, and bring back the army of the Western Expedition with you......"

"Absolutely not!"

Before the two of them could finish speaking, Hussein had already roared angrily, banging on the table and shouting, "He's my brother!" It's the caliphate! It is the monarch whom you have all sworn allegiance to! How can you make the following decision and force my brother to depose my brother, and if you do, the Lord will not forgive us! ”

"But ......"

"Nothing! The current appearance of the caliph is completely bewitched by Hou Jie, the devil's incarnation! I have already obtained evidence that Hou Jie supports the Hawariji rebels and is the mastermind behind the Assasin assassins, as long as he is confronted in court, he will definitely be ruined, and then the caliph will naturally wake up and trust us subordinates again, so decided! I should have heard the devil's dreams just now! ”

After saying this, Hussein had already turned angrily and entered the back hall, took the Qur'an and knelt in the direction of Mecca, reverently recited, looking at him like this, Ibn and Khorasan looked at each other in disappointment, sighed helplessly, and then shook their heads and went out.

Around the commanders' opinions were divided, the subordinate Egyptian army and the Mecca army were still quietly unfolding in secrecy near the Damascus mosque, and an invisible net against Hou Jie was slowly rolled out......