At the beginning, the caliph was established as the protector of Islam, the urban divine doctor.

The four caliphs, Muawiyah and the like, regardless of style or public and private interests, they are all strong, caliph Umar occupied today's Syria, Egypt, Jordan, Palestine, the third caliph Ottoman conquered the Caucasus, destroyed the Persian Empire, and the fourth Ali maintained the unity of the empire.

Although he had only been caliph for a few days, Mu'awiya had nearly destroyed the second old empire, Byzantium.

But now, the Shiites have finally won it, the grandson of the Prophet Muhammad, Ali's eldest son Hassan, this inheritance echoed the expectations of most of the helpers, but the empire declined, the Hawariji faction was in civil strife, the expedition to Byzantium failed, and around the Turkish coast of later generations, the Byzantines actually hit under the nose of the empire, under the capital Damascus.

If it weren't for the defeat of the army led by Emir Houjie, could it be that the Arab Empire would have to go through a humiliating siege like Byzantium?

Although Sherman's move was sudden, and the unprepared residents of Damascus were at a loss, they could still see the trophies stuffed into the backs of the camels of the soldiers who went out one by one, and the long ropes on the backs of the horses. The dejected and scarred Byzantine prisoners of war were silent for a few moments, and the people of Damascus, who had been boiling over, were again as low as the tide receded.

The news spread from the front to the back, and people knelt on the ground like waves, and it didn't take long for the people on the street to barely stand except for the soldiers who went out to fight, and more than 100,000 people knelt on the ground, which was extremely spectacular.

First of all, the people in the front row kowtowed and begged Hou Jie to inherit the throne, full, the voices gradually gathered together, and millions of people chanted Hou Jie's name together, the voice was as vast as the sea, straight into the blue sky, and it was spectacular.

"When God asks us to call out someone's name, he is our caliph, O Amir, the Lord's oracle is clear, please do not shirk it any more."

Kneeling on the ground, leading the sect leaders, Sherman prostrated again.

Looking at the nobles who knelt on the ground and pleaded in front of him, and then listened to the more than 100,000 kowtows and pleadings beside him, Hou Jie finally raised his head helplessly and looked at the sky to the right, and said with a long sigh: "You guys, you really want to force me to be a usurper!" ”

Sherman, who was kneeling on the ground, was overjoyed, because this time, Hou Jie did not refuse categorically. Hurriedly kowtowing to the ground again, the old man who was born as a sutra worshipper roared out loudly.

"Meet the Caliph!"

"Meet the Caliph!"

Hundreds of noble chiefs knelt down behind.

"Meet the Caliph."

In front of and on the left and right of the street, the people who had been kneeling before were kneeling and shouting in a chaotic manner.

In the end, the 30,000 or so Arab soldiers who followed the expedition also jumped off their horses, knelt on the ground, and praised them neatly, and for a while, all that remained of the huge Damascus city was the roar that seemed to shake the heavens and the earth.

"Meet the Caliph!"

Still riding on a camel, at this time, Hou Jie's head was lowered, even if he didn't touch his body slightly on the battlefield, he trembled like a sieve, and he couldn't suppress the smile anymore, no matter what, he couldn't suppress the genius at the corner of his mouth.

Meet, Caliph, me!!

Even during the period of the four major caliphs, there were a large number of opposition parties elected in each term, such as Ali, who was even overthrown by his subordinate general Mu'awiyah, but now Xiang Houjie has ascended to the caliphate under the shouts of hundreds of thousands of people, I am afraid that only the original prophet Muhammad is the original prophet.

Sherman personally led the camel for Hou Jie, the heads of various sects, the prefects of the Praetorian Guard, and countless Damascus soldiers and civilians sent Hou Jie into the Grand Palace in person.

Or modeled after the Arab Hall of the Tang Dynasty Zichen Palace, tens of thousands of Praetorian Guards have long been lined up, spears like a forest, lined up on both sides, seeing Hou Jie's flag appear at the entrance of the square, several Janissary officers pulled out their sabers, shouted orders, the Praetorian Guards on both sides also knelt on one knee neatly, and said loudly: "Knock on the caliph!" ”

In the solemn military salute, Hou Jie walked majestically in the front, surrounded by many ministers, walked into the big palace built by him personally, waiting for Hou Jie's figure to disappear in the palace, and the caliph forbidden army stood up neatly, facing the outside of the palace, and the iron forest of swords, guns and halberds supported a good imperial style.

Or the golden dragon chair that represents the pinnacle of power, as soon as he entered the hall, Hou Jie climbed the stairs, and sat on this uncomfortable dragon chair, his hands naturally rested on the armrests on both sides, the majestic appearance, but it was so easy, as if Hou Jie was born for this seat, and the Sherman below couldn't help but admire again.

There was no need to hold a prayer to the Lord anymore, the hearts of the people outside had already explained everything, and in front of Hou Jie, whether it was the leaders of the sects in various places or the unruly nobles of the desert, they knelt down neatly according to the previously planned position, and praised in unison: "Knock to the caliph!" ”

Finally, there was no need to hide it on his face, showing a smile, Hou Jie raised his right hand with a smile, waved his sleeve and said loudly.

"All the ministers are flat!"

After all, Arabia is different from China, the new emperor of China succeeded to the throne in front of the spiritual throne of the first emperor, and the ministers knelt down, even if the formal transfer of power and swore allegiance to the new emperor, but Arabia or the West seems to pay more attention to the individual, and each diocesan patriarch or tribal leader stepped forward one by one, kneeling in front of Hou Jie, kissing his boots and paying allegiance to him.

It was a long and laborious task, and each chieftain and nobleman had his own unique set of allegiances, and the time it took to enter the city, the first day of Hou Jie's ascension to the throne was almost entirely consumed in the ceremony of accepting allegiance, until the third pole of the month, when the various important people in Damascus completed their allegiance.

Then came the celebrations, where the famous chefs from the Middle East, Asia, Egypt, and Hassan were now wholeheartedly serving their new masters, countless barbecued delicacies were brought to the temple, and the arrogant and rugged tribal system of the Arabs was exposed, even the well-dressed Damascus Imam Sherman sat on the floor, grabbed the meat and nibbled on it.

The melodious Persian tune fluttered smoothly in the palace, dozens of young dancers swayed to their heart's content, attracting the loud applause of the chiefs below, and Hou Jie, who had just ascended the throne of the caliphate, did not have the slightest emperor shelf, walked down from the high dragon chair, held the wine jar and even walked into the crowd in person, drinking with the generals.

Indeed, alcohol is forbidden in Islamic teachings, but in this era, the wine of the Arabian Peninsula only refers to wine, date wine and other wines in a narrow sense.

A banquet went on until midnight, and the drunken and staggering Sherman and the others staggered out of the hall with the support of the slaves, and each returned to his own home, leaving a mess.

Naturally, there were eunuchs to clean up the mess, and Hou Jie, who had drunk a few more glasses, was also slightly drunk, and with the support of several eunuchs, he staggered towards the former palace dormitory, which once belonged to Hassan, but he did not live once.

However, when he arrived at the gate of the palace, Hou Jie, who looked drunk, didn't know why, pushed away the eunuch who was holding him, staggered into the palace alone, and locked the palace door inside.

Listening to the footsteps outside the door gradually moving away, Hou Jie, who was originally confused, came to his senses almost instantly, but he quickly became trembling when he grabbed the door with one hand.

The dormitory was designed by Hou Jie himself, the outside is the office study, and the inside is a smaller bedroom, along the bottom of the bookshelf, Hou Jie cocked it one by one with his hands, until he hit a certain floor tile that made a hollow sound, then stopped, pulled out the knife that he carried with him, and went down fiercely.

The loose wall tiles were quickly warped out, and then by candlelight, a touch of golden light suddenly revealed from the hidden compartment hidden under the floor tiles, and then Hou Jie's heartbeat also paused for a second, and the next second, trembling hands, Hou Jie excitedly took out the thing from the dark compartment.

Robes!

The right side of the collar is embroidered with a golden Tang dragon robe with nine dragons.

There seemed to be more than one dragon robe, and with a crazy smile he put this golden dragon robe on his body, and Hou Jie took out a second black black robe from that dark grid, the dragon robe that Li Jie once loved to wear.

I don't know how long the dragon robes have been hidden underground, maybe when the plan was broken to start the construction of this palace, it was buried here by Hou Jie, the crown of heaven, the pearls on the crown are a little yellow, and the delicate silk also has a musty smell, but these seem to be blind to Hou Jie, just laughing madly and wrapping all kinds of dragon robes around his emaciated body, and the hats are folded several times, until he wears himself as a fat man, and can no longer put on one, Hou Jie gasped and sat on the ground.

Laughing madly, laughing, panting and laughing, even laughing like a cow, laughing so much that he cried, raised his head and looked at the carved and painted building dome, Hou Jie roared madly with a crying smile.

"After eight years of hibernation, it has finally come to pass! Hahahaha! Father, what you didn't achieve, I achieved, I am now the emperor of the Arabs, the emperor of 20 million subjects, the emperor who is not inferior to the emperor of the Tang Dynasty, do you see? Father, Emperor, hahahaha! ”

In the midst of maniac laughter, Hou Jie was wrapped into a fat shadow reflected on the wall, and next to his swaying shadow, there seemed to be countless swaying black shadows, as if countless ghosts were dancing with their teeth and claws.

I don't know how long it has been lurking, countless people's bones are tired under their feet, and they are wearing a mask in front of them and behind their backs Until today, Hou Jie has finally reached the top of the power he dreamed of.

History that has been changed beyond recognition has been added here with countless variables......