The dividing line between Fujian and Arabia is almost exactly the dividing line between Iran and Iraq in later generations, and it stretches for dozens of kilometers from the Zagros Mountains and almost reaches the Shatt al-Arab XshuOTXt.CoM

I have to admire the pioneering and enterprising merchants of Fujian, these places were originally Arab tribes, and the casual Arab Empire basically did not exercise effective government management, with the flood of smuggling trade, the local tribes gradually moved closer to the side of the Fujian merchants for the sake of interests, forming a border guarding tribe.

The infiltration of merchants won a strategic buffer zone of dozens of villages in 25 towns in three cities, which is the forefront of the border between the two countries.

After coming out of the Zagros Mountains, Xenne's army was stationed in the westernmost city of Qom.

Although only a few miles away, the history of this small city is not much shorter than that of Shiraz, and its earliest existence is even close to the time of Cyrus the Great of the ancient Persian Empire, and sometimes an inconspicuous rotten wood in the corner is the javelin of Alexander the Great's expeditions.

The adobe houses are also typical Middle Eastern residential buildings, even if it is more than September, the heat here is still scorching, and you can see the hot air steaming in the air.

It is really as if you have traveled through time and space, walking between the streets and alleys of typical Persian style, and there are also patrolling different teams.

With the same well-trained and equally well-equipped, if you replace the standard steel crossbow with an automatic rifle, and then replace the pitch-black infantry armor with an earthy yellow field camouflage uniform, it is really similar to the US military in later generations.

And the same complaint.

The harsh climate almost didn't bake the fat Song Chuhe into a water man, and his whole head was covered with oily sweat, walking with a heavy steel crossbow, and the fat man's mouth did not stop.

"Damn, this ghost weather, I have so much fertile land in Damin, why do you have to come to fight this ghost place, heh, this hot, it's almost up to the Flame Mountain."

Muttering, Song Jing also took off his hat and fanned the wind, until he noticed the surprised eyes of a few Confucian soldiers behind him, and then he stupidly buttoned his military hat back.

Originally, it was just because he was on a team with Li Ming, and Xue Ne really didn't care about the Confucian soldiers, so the two of them were promoted to Lieutenant Zhichong and Guoyi Lieutenant, who knew that in the Battle of Shiraz, the two really played a heroic role, leading the Confucian soldiers to bravely enter the battlefield, although they did not turn the tide of the war, but they also played an important role, and now he and Yao Chong are both popular figures in the Confucian soldiers, and they have to take the lead in abiding by military discipline.

"Yes, in this place, the exiled prisoners are not willing to come, why does His Majesty the King of Min want us to come." Yao Chong, the little white-faced person who was also about to become a dog, also gripped with his tongue, but his complaint had just fallen, and the beautiful and sharp ridicule of Li Ming, who had become a bitter and hateful sissy, had already arrived.

"That's your ignorance, don't look at the drought here, go west, the Mesopotamian plain watered by the confluence of the Euphrates River and the Tigris River, that is called a fertile land, even the best fertile fields near Chang'an are not comparable, the wheat produced in a two river basin is about to catch up with two Khorasan, not to mention the dates, fierce fire oil, olives, and textiles here are all bestsellers."

Holding the steel crossbow, Li Ming, who was strolling behind, raised his head in fascination.

"Besides, the occupants here are still the Arab Empire with wolf ambitions, if we don't curb its development now, one or two generations later, the flames of war may burn into our territory of Damin."

"Only the King of Min can be so great, strike first, and create a peaceful world for my Huaxia, like you, even His Majesty the King of Min can't compare to a toenail."

After a moment of fascination, Li Ming pouted and drew a white and tender little finger, and Yao Chong, who looked at it with disdain, almost didn't cry.

They all complained, why do you only despise me and not Brother Song? The gap between people is inevitably too big, right?

When a patrol team of more than ten people was noisy, two sweaty Fujian soldiers at the corner of the street ran over suddenly, and when they saw Song Jing's iconic big belly, they immediately ran over like they saw a savior, panting and shouting anxiously.

"Captain, it's not good, those exiles are in conflict with the local Arab tribes again, and it's in the mosque."

"Oh my God."

Racial contradictions are tricky in any era, this happened more than once or twice, and each time it made Song Jing a few disgraced, no wonder when he heard this, Song Jing's first reaction was to cover his head sadly.

"Okay, don't complain, you have to fight when it's late, lead the way, go quickly!"

This time, Yao Chong, who was aggrieved, was the first to react, dragging Song Jing's arm and urging the two government soldiers, and in a blink of an eye, the team of twelve people ran out of the street.

On the other side, at the low gate of Qom City, looking at the great plain with a rolling heat wave in the distance, Xue Ne frowned and looked into the distance.

A few days ago, Li Yexu taught his soldiers not to interfere in politics, but they must not be ignorant of politics. At that time, he was at a loss, but now in the past few days, he has become more and more aware that this sentence makes sense.

On the one hand, the king of Min ordered a declaration of war on these Arab rebels, but on the other hand, the ministers were not interested in restarting the war.

However, problems arose, and the imperial court, which paid enough attention, sent reinforcements, but the commander of the reinforcements was Li Rang, the king of Hezhong County.

The battle for the national capital a while ago has turned into a rebellion, making the political situation in Damin turbulent, countless people have lost their official positions, and their families have been wiped out, and in the end, it was the king of Min who recruited the prince to his side, which calmed the turmoil of the ministers, but now, the king of Min has let the king of Hezhong County take command and is not afraid of showing a trend of tail in the future?

Don't talk about it far away, just look at the present dynasty, the hidden prince Li Jiancheng is not a cowardly and incompetent idiot as rumored in history, when the Li family pacified Guanzhong, Chang'an was the first to be gnawed down by Li Jiancheng's army, at that time, Li Jie's father Li Shimin did not have the capital to compete with this big brother at all.

But later, relying on the military exploits of pacifying the world, Li Shimin, the king of Qin, had the capital to fight with the crown prince in terms of prestige and strength, and the battle between the two made the government fluctuate, and almost repeated the danger of the death of the second emperor of the Great Sui Empire.

The problem is that it won't be long before Li Rang, the king of Hezhong County, will lead 40,000 Hezhong Iron Army to arrive at the battlefield and become the chief of the Mesopotamian Road march, he is the head of the soldiers under him, and it is a tricky question of whether to respectfully attach or draw a distance at that time, he is the eldest son of the Xue family, don't look at Xue Li shouting to drive him out of the house, his every move still affects the tendency of the Xue family.

Frowning, Xue Ne was really thinking and meditating, just in his sad face, on the dry and wide West Asian plain in his line of sight, a little smoke and dust rolled from the south, at first Xue Ne thought it was just an illusion and didn't care, he had seen a lot of mirages formed by the hot air in the sky these days.

But in just a moment, the neighing of some war horses and the screams of people faintly reached Xue Ne's ears, and the coldness touched his sensitive nerves.

There are really people fighting for rides!

The smoke and dust were chaotic and stirred, and the sword light reflected the bright and cold light under the sunlight, and there were many people who came.

This is the most border city between the Great Min and the Arabs, after the defeat of Saladin, here is clearly distinguished, almost dozens of miles of deserted, forming a strategic buffer zone, the two sides have the meaning of old and dead do not get along.

After stationing at the border pass, in addition to dealing with the contradictions with the locals, Xue Ne has not encountered large-scale battles these days, and the army of the king of Hezhong County will arrive immediately.

Perhaps something big was about to happen, perhaps a precursor to an Arab attack.

After thinking for a moment, he ordered the deputy general to guard the city, and Xue Ne, who was full of worries, personally led dozens of cavalry and hurried out of the city gate.

Under the scorching sun, more than 100 horses' hooves also trampled on a large cloud of smoke and dust, and went straight into the distance.