The most commendable thing in later generations is the absorption ability of Arab culture, which was killed from the desert by poverty and white, but absorbed the most splendid cultural achievements of the 'Bo's Empire and the Byzantine Empire, and then until the early period of the 'Mongolian' invasion, the Islamic culture of West Asia and Central Asia, philosophy, economy, science and technology, and medicine are ahead of the West; -79-

Even militarily, the Moorish post-Umayyad dynasty that occupied North Africa also occupied the Iberian Peninsula and ruled Spain and Portugal for more than 800 years.

One of them is Greek fire.

Because this weapon was so important to Byzantium that it saved the lives of the Byzantine Empire several times, the royal family regarded the secret recipe of Greek fire as a treasure, and it was only allowed to be produced in the imperial palace, and the secret recipe was only held by the emperor, so secret that later Byzantium itself was lost.

On the contrary, as old enemies, after suffering several losses, the Arabs 'groped' the general outline of Greek fire from the black oil that could be seen everywhere around them, and the Greek fire of the Arabs during the Crusades caused Western Catholics to suffer.

Today, Byzantium has not developed Greek fire, but the fierce fire oil of the Fujian people inspired the Arabs, Mesopotamia is the Iraq of later generations, an important oil producing country, Ctesiphon, the storage of refined oil I don't know how many barrels.

As soon as the fire was sprinkled, the excitement of killing and looting after capturing the city was still full of eyes, and these rough and fierce Caucasians were directly awakened.

Some of them were covered in flames, crying and throwing themselves down, and some even hugged their companions, and the two screamed together in the fire, and the colorful rain of arrows reminded the Armenians of the fearful memories of being helpless like babies in front of the Bedouin iron horsemen, and the Armenians were crying and throwing away their armor and retreating.

Looking at the black 'colored' grease burning on the city wall, Li Jie couldn't help frowning, and then nodded happily, using this group of cannon fodder to test it, it's really right.

Turning his head, Li Jie glanced over, and Su Lie, who was waiting on the side, immediately stepped off the command platform quickly, mounted his horse, and roared angrily in the front camp.

In his roar, heavy 'chaotic' footsteps sounded, and in just a few moments, the spearmen of the Min army quickly closed in front of the formation like two 'gates', and the three rows of half-meter spearheads exuded the breath of death, and in the gap between them, groups of archers emerged like flowing water, kneeling down on one knee in front of the gun array, and drew the carved bow in their hands.

Angrily watching the lost Armenian striker flee back to the front of the formation, Su Dingfang slashed the war knife down without pity;

"'Shoot'"

The Fujian people's foot bow is more lethal than the Arab bow, and the wooden arrows used around it, the panicked Armenian militia still fell, the wounded Armenians howled in pain on the ground, and the people behind looked at the steel jungle in front of them incredibly.

"Those who escape, die and go back"

More than a dozen Armenian-proficient or Armenian soldiers roared angrily, shouting in astonishment, and the Armenian militia who had stopped in front of the battle was in a commotion.

"This is simply let's kill ourselves Lao Tzu don't do it, get out of the way, I'm going back to the Caucasus"

Without waiting for the old eastern lord Valralchak to come forward to negotiate, the south, who had just inherited his father's title, the young southern prince Sidanes was already angrily holding his shield and rushing over with a shout, following him, dozens of people from the south also carried the big shield and followed behind.

Seeing this, Su Dingfang didn't blink his eyes, tilted his head contemptuously, and the archers once again made way of a little gap, this time, it was the steel crossbowmen who came out.

After all, the Armenian Prince's Guard was not Sparta, and the first round of low 'shooting' of the extremely penetrating steel crossbow was low, and the Armenians who could not stop the 'legs' immediately fell down, and in the screams, the second round of slaughter was ushered in.

"I am the prince of Yerevan, you can't kill me"

A crossbow arrow was pierced on the big 'leg', a blood hole was pierced, and a piece of 'meat' was torn off the shoulder, and the blood 'flesh' was blurred, seeing several Fujian soldiers running over with horizontal knives viciously, Sidanes's face was already twisted in pain, and he yelled in despair, but unfortunately, he didn't even pay attention to it, and the five Fujian soldiers took his arms and legs and went back.

Watching the Min people lift the screaming Sidanes high above their heads, they threw them into the hot oil pot, splashing the oil 'flowers' everywhere.

I didn't even have time to scream, except for a hand stretched high on it and slowly sank, a big living person was silent, and all the Armenians who watched this scene were chrysanthemum 'flowers' cold, this time, without the Fujian people urging again, these Armenians turned around and rushed fiercely towards the city wall of Ctesiphon.

Patches of black 'colored' oil were spilled, the burnt and curled human body emitted a scorched smell, and thick black smoke kept coming out from under the city walls;

Sandwiched between two behemoths, they charged, routed, charged, routed several times, and a large number of stupid people died under the walls, the Armenians finally learned to be wise, and no longer desperately tried to climb the walls, but tried to hide in the distance and tease, dodging the Greek fire poured down from the city, and 'shooting' the rain of arrows.

The Arabs really didn't have much experience in defending the city, and the Armenians, who were screaming like wild beasts at the city, actually let go of the 'shooting' arrows without knowing how to save money, and the fire oil was poured down like no money.

After an afternoon of fierce fighting, the thick flames blackened the city walls, and even some places were roasted by the heat, and the Armenians were no longer so brainless to attack, and the smoke-emitting corpses were still piled up all over the city tower, looking miserable.

Finally, perhaps the sun couldn't stand the bloodshed of this day, and began to slowly sink westward towards the west, estimating how many arrows the Arabs had spent, and how many Greek fires they had spent, Li Jie finally breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand, and the same worried left 'jade' Lingwei general Hei Tooth Changzhi personally held the thick horn to the front.

Woo woo~ The short and rapid trumpet sounded, and the big gong was brought out, and the Fujian drummer also tried his best to knock the drum hammer on the gong, making a clanging and piercing sound. Listening to the noisy sound of gold, he glanced at the black Taixifeng city wall with some regret after a day of attacking, and the forward Su Lie reluctantly waved the command flag in his hand.

The Min archers, who had been waiting for the afternoon, retreated back in an orderly manner, and then the spear arrays like the two big 'doors' opened again, and the sharp-edged Min army put away the sharp minions that were 'exposed'.

Looking back in disbelief, for a few seconds, the Armenian militia who thought they were going to die under the city of Ctesifon let out a heaven-shattering cheer, and they didn't want to stay in this Shura field for a moment, and ran back with the last breath of strength.

Some of the injured fellow villagers fell to the ground, groaning in pain and stretching out their hands for help, but the fellow villagers and fellow villagers who were bent on fleeing did not even have the heart to help.

In one afternoon, I don't know how many barrels of Greek fire these Arabs poured, and they still did not hesitate to dump them, which made Li Jie's heart also 'clouded' a little 'gloomy'.

The Min Legion is indeed very 'elite' training, but water and fire are not transferable by human will, even if there are few soldiers in Taixifeng, so they will attack with Greek fire, and the Min people will have great losses, as for the Armenians, they have used enough today, even if the cannon fodder must have a limit of use, otherwise, how can the Great Min take pictures of other ethnic groups in West Asia?

But just when Li Jie was upset and 'chaotic', bursts of ugly laughter suddenly came into his ears;

The seemingly huge army of the Great Min, in an afternoon, did not attack the city wall once, he only injured a dozen or so in the stray arrows, but killed the other party a corpse all over the field, watching the retreat of the Min army, one by one the Bedouins defending the city simply burst with self-confidence, lying on the edge of the strong or sticking out their tongues and making strange faces, or insulting, and even some people even lifted their 'pants' and poured 'pee' downward, and their contempt was undoubtedly expressed.

"Hmph, you have taken advantage of the small profits, and you really regard yourself as a character, Your Majesty, please give the last general an army, and the last general will teach these arrogant Arabs a lesson." The first one's face darkened, and the veteran of Damin, who had been watching the battle all morning, knelt down angrily and begged for his life.

Reigning in the world for so long, Li Jie was also quite annoyed by the rudeness of the Arabs, but he did not agree to the request of the black tooth Changzhi, but Li Jie turned around and tilted his head to the head of the guard next to him, and was stunned for a moment.

On the 'gate' of Taixi Fengdongcheng, a short and thick guy was still throwing his ugly brother, laughing at the Min people presumptuously.

"Fujian Army Artillery"

Seeing that the Min people were busy loading iron balls in front of them, and the pipe cart was fixed on the ground with thick iron rods in the back, the Bedouin chieftain who had participated in the last Arab war, and the Arab general Yezdegir, who was still shouting, had his eyes wide to the extreme, and he didn't have time to mention his 'pants', so he turned around and fled backwards.

Before he could take two steps to escape, the Damin artilleryman, who had already reloaded the first round, had already sneered and stabbed the arquebus into the hole.

Bang~

The banks of the Tigris River were all fluttering and falling stones and dirt, and everyone in the front line seemed to feel the buzzing in their ears, and the Armenian cannon fodder army, who were busy running, turned their heads in disbelief, and some of them knelt on the ground, crossed and recited the Bible, hoping that God would not be angry again.

And the Taixi Fengcheng Tower, which was still boiling just now, became silent in a puff of white smoke......