It's no wonder that Li Chou is excited.

The desert tracking, fighting, farming background of the Min is indeed not the opponent of these indigenous peoples who walk the desert with their eyes closed, both physically and psychologically, the Bedouin cavalry is too suitable for this desert.

But when it comes to positional warfare and defensive warfare, the Central Plains is definitely the ancestor!

Not to mention, how many times Li Jie has relied on defensive counterattacks to win, he must dare to attack his camp, in Li Chou's opinion, it is almost like sending him to death.

The rest of the generals almost all thought like this, the bitter march of these days tormented them too deeply, everyone was suffocated with a strong desire to destroy, eager to rush to the battlefield immediately to fight, at this time Bosman must appear in front of the Great Min Expeditionary Force with the main cavalry, it is really like someone sent a pillow just about to fall asleep.

With that irrepressible excitement and killing intent, a large group of generals scattered in all directions.

It's just that Song Jing's worries are even stronger.

Yao Chong was not by his side, Song Jing had to think about things by himself, and stayed with Yao Chong's little white face for a long time, Song Jing also learned to think backwards, Li Chouguang saw the side that was good for him, but he didn't see the side that was bad for himself.

Busman is not a stupid person, and even his understanding of the Min is still above the understanding of the Min people, and he surrendered to the Min army, for the Min army, he can deeply investigate, this Arab who shows the heroism everywhere It is impossible not to know the strength of the defense of the Min army, in this case he still dares to attack blatantly, and he must have a hole card under his hand.

The unknown is the most terrifying!

Thinking about it, Song Jing simply anxiously pulled Li Chou's sleeve and pleaded: "General Right, give thirty people to the last general!" Only thirty people! ”

But at this time, he was full of fanatical thoughts of defeating the Sha Kou who betrayed Damin, and even Li Chou didn't even pay attention to Song Jing, he directly threw off his sleeves and shouted loudly: "Wang Lun, you take your iron cavalry out of the back camp, detour behind the Bedouin thieves, and after the general breaks the thieves head-on, attack back and forth!" ”

"Today, I am going to cut off the head of the Busman beard and put it on a plate, and send it to His Majesty King Min of Ctesiphon as a congratulatory gift!"

In the loud roar, Wang Lun also eagerly and excitedly took the arrow out of the camp gate. With his back to him and pulling out his horizontal knife, Li Chou shouted all the way that he actually walked towards the front army in person.

Seeing Li Chou's back and sighing, Song Jing also had to speed up his pace and walk towards the chassars under his command.

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This time I really don't know what the Bedouins were stimulated, as soon as the battle began, the offensive was as fierce as a mountain and a sea, through the slightly higher terrain of the dunes, thousands of Bedouin cavalry jumped off their horses, picked up the Egyptian bow and shot fiercely at the Fujian army camp, for a time the flying arrows were like rain, and the outermost lookouts of the shooting became hedgehogs, and the shields of the Fujian army guarding behind the ravines were also densely packed with arrows.

It was a sacrifice of life, and hundreds of Bedouin warriors shouted and drove the camels forward, and when they approached the corpse of the Bedouin who had been shot dead by the bed crossbow during the reconnaissance, these people jumped off the camel and drove the camel forward in the back.

In the sight of the front-line soldiers of the Fujian army, they could only see a group of wild camels trampling on the wind and smoke.

"Shoot!"

Under the rain of arrows, the Min people also opened fire, and the captain of the front line waved his sword violently, and a row of Fujian troops suddenly stood up neatly from behind the sand pit and pulled the crossbow machine in the distance.

The crossbow has always been a sharp weapon unique to China, and it was not until the Crusades that Western countries learned the crossbow technique in Western Asia. The crossbow has never disappointed the Min army.

Alternately shot out of the steel crossbow arm strong crossbow shot out rows of arrows, even the camel's tenacious vitality, strong body can not withstand this kind of weapons bombardment that is about to catch up with the lethality of the pistol in later generations, the camel's wail, as if colliding with an invisible wall, the huge camel spurted blood and fell to the ground, exposing the Bedouin master behind him to the crossbow arrows, the next round of crossbow arrows came, these Bedouin warriors who had no time to dodge trembled violently and fell on the hot sand.

The crossbow array of the Fujian army used a three-stage crossbow shot, and the crossbow arrows shot out seemed to be endless, and before they approached the camp of the Fujian army, the Bedouin vanguard had fallen by a third.

Around like this, these guys don't know what they have to lose, they still rush forward bloodthirsty and desperately, stepping on corpses all the way, or killing in front of the trench.

Seeing that the Min army on the opposite side was still loading, the Bedouins, whose eyes were red and had been stimulated by blood, roared and jumped into the trench, but as soon as their feet landed, the Bedouin warriors who recklessly advanced let out a heart-rending scream, and the blood gushing out of V rushed out from their buttocks, thighs, and feet.

In the trenches, the Min people stuck sharp iron thorns, which were buried in the fine sand blown by the desert wind last night, forming a deadly trap.

Even at this point, the Bedouins, who were less than 300 people left, still refused to retreat, dragging their bloody legs and feet, the wounded Bedouin wolf howled and crawled out of the pit, picked up the scimitar and slashed at the Min army, and the Bedouin warriors behind also jumped from behind with a round leather shield and crashed into the defensive array of the Fujian army.

Killing is almost never so cool, life and death are often in an instant, completely give up defense, the Bedouin of the head of the faction wheel scimitar frantically slashed at the Fujian army's tiger head round shield, look at the iron-clad round shield sparks, but at the moment when he was exhausted and breathing, the Min people decisively stabbed out the horizontal knife.

Blood spurted from his chest, and the Bedouin warriors fell down in shock, but before the Min army could withdraw the hand that had been stabbed, the scimitar that suddenly slashed over on the side swung down hard, and the arm sprayed with blood was thrown out, and the hand was whistling in pain and despair, and the missing arm Fujian army could no longer maintain its defense, and more than ten scimitars in all directions were fiercely chopped down.

Blood splashed everywhere, this deadly Bedouin warrior rushed forward step by step, a pool of blood, deeply embedded in the front army of the Fujian army, but on the whole they were going to perish, as if in an arc, the two wings of the curved Fujian army surrounded from behind.

"Chopper them!" The captains on both wings fiercely brandished their horizontal swords, and the Fujian troops with round shields rushed up with shouts from all directions.

This scene, the Busman beard on the sand dunes was obviously also in his eyes, this desert lord actually jumped off the camel, knelt in the hot sand and prayed for a few moments, and then jumped on the camel in the blood of the front line, and swung his horizontal knife at the front.

"Do your duty! Let Allah rule all this! ”

Just as the death in front of him was illusory, listening to the roar of the Busman beard, more than a thousand Bedouin cavalry who had been suppressed by archery jumped on their camels with great cheers, regarded death as nothing, and rushed down the dunes with a shout, and behind them, more Bedouin archers took their place.

In a few breaths, these camels had already crashed into the front of the Min military camp, completely reckless, the camels knocked down the shield wall of the Fujian soldiers, and in their frightened roars, the hooves of the wine bowl stepped down fiercely.

The enraged Min army roared up with the bundled spears, and after the popping sound, more than a dozen Min soldiers screamed and flew upside down, and the people who hit the spears on the camels also came out with countless blood holes.

Under the more violent impact, the front army formation of Damin was like elastic silica gel, constantly falling one after another, and then bouncing back, and the cruel tug-of-war was going on.

A round of impact was exhausted, and the Bedouin rider was still unsatisfied with leading the camel and stepping on the corpse to retreat, and the Bedouin cavalry who had just shot an arrow retracted its bow again, forming a third round of impact.

Rushing back and forth to kill one after another, on the whole, but still the Min has the advantage, relying on a solid and orderly infantry formation, sharp crossbow arrows, every round of Bedouin impact, the desert is full of floating corpses, looking at the Arabs' deadly way of fighting, Li Chou is simply excited to the extreme, constantly waving the horizontal knife to fill the new troops to the front line, the heavier and heavier Fujian army gathered in front of the killing array, the deafening roar even a few miles away goshawks can not bear it, and flee.

The chasers under Song Jing's command also pushed to the front, riding more advantageous Arab horses, and more than 100 horsemen were constantly fighting on the flanks of the Bedouin array like ghosts, and every round of Bedouin attacks, the chasers would dig a piece of meat on their lift.

The sun rose higher and higher, and the scorching temperature in the desert was also steaming, and almost every soldier in the fight was sweating profusely, sweat mixed with blood.

The horizontal knife slashed to the left, and the Arab knights who had fought several times were finally unwilling to be cut off the horse by Song Jing, but they were not reckless at all, and Song Jing hurriedly called the shield in front of him, and when there was a loud sound, another Bedouin knight's scimitar who galloped wildly left a deep mark on the surface of his shield.

After killing to such a point, Song Jing still did not give up the doubts in his heart, and still stared at the banner of the hillside Busmanbeard, suddenly, his pupils suddenly shrank slightly, and the Busman Beard, who sat down and prayed again, stood up from the sand, and vaguely, Song Jing was even sure that he saw the sinister smile on the corner of this hero's mouth.

The next moment, Song Jing felt that his heartbeat stopped, and on the sand dunes behind Busman, the incomparably spectacular yellow hand suddenly unfurled, and countless sand grains let out a ghostly howl in the sharp flowing air, piercing people's eardrums, seeing this scene, not only Song Jing, but also the rest of the Damin soldiers who were fighting on the front line were all stunned.

In the next second, Song Jing, who reacted violently, ran back like crazy pulling the war horse, and at the same time roared heartbreakingly.

"Everyone, run, sandstorm !!"

Even if the war horse galloped wildly, it could not outrun the surging sandstorm, and in just a few breaths, the yellow sand particles engulfed the soldiers of the two armies who were fighting frantically on the front line, and an irresistible force tore it over, and Song Jing screamed and was torn off the war horse.

"W-how is this possible?"

Looking at the overwhelming yellow sand, Li Chou, who had just dreamed of becoming famous, was shocked and muttered in disbelief.

In the next second, the wind and sand also engulfed his figure............