It's still Yao Chong's heart.

Although the old imam saw through his and Song Jing's fooling just now, he still acquiesced, and from the bottom of his heart, he didn't want his community to go against the Tang people.

After all, this was the reign of the Great Min, and angering the Great Min would not only bring death in retaliation, but also poverty and hunger, the latter of which would be even more unbearable than death.

They have been accustomed to the Fujian people buying camel skins, bones, wool, livestock, and then selling clothes, spices and condiments and other living materials, and have been accustomed to using Tianzhu and Southeast Asian spices, and then go to eat things that are not cooked on the grassland, light and smelly, it is better to let them die.

Aggression of habits of life is more effective than any kind of aggression.

found a single room in the only coffee and tea house on the side of the road, while drinking Shu tea, Yao Chong persuaded through Li Ming's translation, and finally said that this stubborn old imam was moved.

It's no wonder he was reluctant to reveal that it was a blood relative of their tribe.

The Arabs in this era are a very contradictory people, on the one hand, they are hospitable and generous to their original guests, on the other hand, they are aggressive, plundering everywhere, even if they are neighbors and brothers, and the Arabs also pay special attention to blood relatives and blood feuds, a small thing can lead to a vendetta between two tribes for decades.

Sometimes if the head of a large family does not handle things properly, some people may leave and form a new clan, but there is still this blood relationship between the new tribe and the old tribe, which is called blood kinship.

This kind of blood relationship is dense in the huge Arabian Peninsula, and it is impossible to tell who is the eldest uncle of whom, and who has to call who is uncle.

About a dozen blood relatives from other tribes came to join the desert nomadic Bedouin tribe who had fled because the previous generation of parents had chosen to settle down in farming.

Today, many of the Bedouin tribes are under the control of the Yemeni caliph Saladin, and they belong to enemy states, so it is no wonder that the old imam is cautious.

vigilantly ordered his subordinates to go back to the barracks to call people, Yao Chong, and Song Jing pretended to be relaxed and accompanied the old imam back to the community.

"Old man, don't worry, we just count the household registration, and there will be no disadvantage to your nephew's blood relatives."

"Yes, just to meet, aren't we Arabians the most hospitable? Just when we went to your house! ”

Carrying the gift, while walking, Song Jing and the two of them said politely, plus Li Ming's mouth was still sweet, and the nervous old imam who listened to it finally relaxed.

The Arab ghetto is a bit like the courtyard of Beijing in later times, except that the loess houses made of Middle Eastern loess are also more shady and complex inside.

Talking and laughing and walking to the gate of the courtyard, before he could go in, there was a child's cry and scream inside, Yao Chong's three nerves tightened, Yao Chong, who was the first to react, took a step back, but Li Ming didn't want to rush in, so panicked that Yao Chong and Song Jing also hurriedly squeezed into the narrow courtyard gate.

As soon as he entered, Yao Chong felt a cool breeze on the back of his head, fortunately, this half-month hard march was not practiced in vain, it was much lighter than before, Yao Chong quickly shortened, and the next moment, the sharp scimitar cut off a few strands of his hair.

On the other side, the tiger roared, and one of Song Jing's black tigers plucked out his heart, and hit another sneak attack Bedouin who spit out sour water and staggered back.

didn't wait for the two of them to be complacent for their beautiful combination, but the next second, the bodies of the two froze in place.

A scimitar rested on Li Ming's neck, revealing an incomparably gloomy and ferocious nomadic face behind her frightened face, staring at the two of them like a wolf.

"Brother Li!"

Without thinking about it, Song Jing roared like thunder, picked up the steel crossbow hanging around his neck, and hesitated for a moment, but Yao Chong hurriedly turned around.

At this time, the white-bearded old imam outside also followed, and looking at the scene in the courtyard, this kind old man almost fainted.

On the ground, a pool of thick blood attracted a field of flies, wearing a newly changed Fujian silk colorful clothes, the old imam's daughter-in-law had fallen in a pool of blood, her neck was spurting blood, and a pair of eyes looked out with a dead eye.

His little grandson was being carried by the neck of the nomadic Bedouin blood relatives from outside, and was crying and being thrown into the house, and it was also in the house that he faintly saw a dozen or so other children in the community, as well as three or four members of the tribe, covered in blood and dying, left aside.

"Alepf. Oude. Schliemann. Bashir. Bai Ha Edin, we are blood relatives, why did you do this? ”

His eyes were almost red, and the old imam roared like a lion in a furious voice.

However, looking at the grief and indignation of his distant cousin, this Bedouin barbarian from the desert was smiling with disdain.

"Blood relatives? Uncle Azam, you still know that we are blood relatives! Then why did you recruit Min Dog! ”

The old imam's tone was suffocated, and when he was speechless, Li Ming, who was kidnapped, shouted angrily: "Don't believe him, before we came, they started to kill people!" These people are also provoking you to fight with the Han people, they are using you, and they no longer treat you as blood relatives! ”

The old imam who said this trembled again, as if he had been exposed to the lie, and the sinister Bedou was annoyed and embarrassed by the brute and slapped a fist on Li Ming's stomach, which immediately made Li Ming bend down in pain, and almost at the same time, Yao Chong and Song Jing anxiously rushed out half a step.

"Thief dares!"

"I'm going to kill you!"

didn't take Song Jing's threat of gritting his teeth in his eyes at all, and beat Li Ming, and the Bedouin barbarian Alepf smiled at the white-bearded old imam again: "Even if I provoke you to die, even if Lao Tzu kills someone, you guys who betrayed the Arabs and acted as lackeys of the Fujian people should have died a long time ago!"

I couldn't imagine that it was I who lured the wolf into the room, and the old imam with the white beard spit out a mouthful of blood, and in an instant, the white beard turned into a red beard, and if it wasn't for the support of the descendants in the back, he would have fallen to the ground.

And Alep's words that he immediately shouted made him even more dizzy.

"Tell your Min master that if they don't withdraw from Qum City tonight, and then send a thousand horses of silk and a thousand barrels of flour to Alan Po, Lao Tzu will burn this Min girl doll and the little cubs of your tribe to death!"

Trembling, he didn't dare to say it at all, the old imam looked back at Yao Chong and Song Jing in despair, looking at him like this, without translation, both of them knew what unreasonable demands the barbarian made, gritting his teeth, Song Jing held back his anger and shouted at the old imam.

"Tell this bastard, let me Brother Li go, and I, Song Jing, can guarantee that they leave Qom City alive!"

"Brother Song, arsoning with the enemy without permission is a big crime!"

"We are brothers! For the sake of Brother Li, what about fighting to the death? ”

Listening to Song Jing turn around and roar, Yao Chong turned his head silently.

After receiving Song Jing's assurance, as if grasping a life-saving straw, the imam of Azamu hurriedly shouted to the inside: "Alepf, it is impossible for a few of you to fight against the army of Fujian, the general promises, you release the people, they let you and your brother leave Qom City alive!"

"Hahahaha!"

As if listening to a big joke, Alepf laughed arrogantly again, laughed for a long time, and then turned his head disdainfully and snorted: "Our brother has already entrusted his life to the Lord!" Die for the Holy War for the Lord, and when we die, we will also go to Heaven to enjoy happiness, to enjoy the Paradise of milk and honey, seventy-two virgins like flowers, and you rebels will suffer endless reincarnation in Hell for a thousand years and a thousand years, hahaha! ”

Yao Chong and Song Jing's eyes were on fire, Alepf held the painful Li Ming and pushed him into the hut, and soon, several Bedouins found the fierce fire oil out of nowhere, and the Min and Byzantium successively put this thing into the war, so that the Arabs also learned to use it, and the black grease like a hell invitation was sprayed on a group of children in the local community.

It was also sprayed on Li Ming's body, which was thrown in the corner.

"Kill!"

At this time, the rescue soldiers finally rushed over, and in an instant, countless steel crossbows were erected on the low wall, and one by one the Confucian soldiers were aiming at the house.

At the door, the fierce Alepf defiantly took out two flints, and Song Jing's pair of huge fists were even more clucking.

The deathly stalemate lasted for a few seconds, and under the gaze of the white-bearded imam Azamu who almost beat his heart out, Song Jing finally waved his hand angrily.

"Withdraw!"

Like a cloud of peers, the soldiers on the wall shrank back, and Yao Chong and Song Jing also roared and withdrew from the courtyard.

In the end, it is the imam's yard, a relatively independent compound is isolated at the easternmost end, fortunately, the back of the courtyard has a passage connected to other houses, under the courtyard wall, several teams of Confucian soldiers silently crouched with steel crossbows, behind the courtyard, along the low and complex, like a labyrinth-like house passage, the same cautious government soldiers are also infiltrated with steel crossbows.

In the two-story earthen building near the compound, behind several windows facing the street, big guys are staring at the back of the windows of the compound.

It was a bed crossbow, and the composite bow arm made of oak wood and horns was pulled apart, and the stiff bowstring was stuck in the teeth made by the Romans, and replaced with smaller, heavier-headed, and more accurate sniper arrows, which were aimed with the full attention of the snipers of the operating soldiers.

"It's all set up!"

After being busy for a long time, Yao Chong was busy sweating profusely, panting and reporting to Song Jing.

His fists clenched, looking at the gloomy hut opposite, but Song Jing remained silent.

What to do!