Chapter Twenty-Five: Central Asia Weeps Blood

Bukhara, the marshal of Abu Muslim.

Abu Muslim sat upright, his face beaming with joy, and his whole face radiant.

His city is very deep, and his joy and anger are invisible, and it is rare for such joy to be reflected in his face in his legendary life, and he can count them on his fingers.

The generals, accustomed to his grim granite face, saw the rare joy of Abu Muslim, and they were all very happy, and they were all happy with a cracked mouth.

They rejoiced because something big was about to happen.

This happy event was not the capture of the Manichaean leader Shulek, but their imminent march into China.

"Fifty years ago, Yusuf wanted to enter China, and said to his generals: Whoever sets foot on Chinese territory first will be the governor of China! Today, I repeat this phrase: whoever of you sets foot on the territory of China first will be the governor of China! Abu Muslim glanced at the generals, stood up, and spoke in a soothing and measured voice in his magnetic voice.

Fifty years ago, the Governor of the East, Yusuf, was bent on breaking into China, and for this reason, he did not hesitate to reward his subordinates with the high officials of the Chinese Governor.

You know, China has a reputation as a "golden country", and it is rumored that China is so rich that gold can be found everywhere, even if you grab a handful of ashes. Do you still need to think about the benefits of being the governor of China?

What you want, what you have!

For gold and silver jewelry, there are gold and silver jewelry!

To be beautiful silk there is silk!

To spice there are fragrant spices!

In a word: there is no China that does not produce, only the benefits you can't imagine!

Such a beautiful thing is not exchanged for a governor of the East. Don't talk about the Governor of the East, even if you give a caliph, you have to think about it.

"Break into China! Break into China! ”

The generals' eyes were full of wonderful little stars, as if they had entered China, holding their heads high and puffing out their chests.

"The first 100,000 troops have been assembled, Ziyad, you lead Allah's warriors to set out first! We purged some more infidels, and then we came. Abu Muslim was pleased with the reaction of the generals and gave a loud order.

"Obey!" Ziad was very excited, this title is his, he may enter China with a very big surname, and the surname of becoming the governor of China is not small, and he will not be able to rejoice.

The generals looked at Ziyad, very disappointed, such a good thing did not fall on him, it is really Allah can't open his eyes.

"Your Excellency, I just received a report from the East."

Abu Muslim raised his right hand in the air and was about to give the order to set out, when a whirlwind of guards came in and presented a report of the battle.

"Look! Bless us, we're just about to set off when good news arrives! Abu Muslim shook the parchment in his hand and said triumphantly.

According to his thoughts, the invasion of the land of Hehuang by the 100,000-strong army of Tubo will definitely disturb the land of Hehuang, and the war between the Tang Dynasty and Tubo will last for a long time. The more intractable the war between the two countries became, the greater the benefit to the Arab Empire, and the more he could calmly deal with the Ansi Protectorate.

As soon as he was about to give the order to leave, a military report arrived, and it was difficult for him not to think about the good news.

"Haha!"

The generals laughed loudly, and the sound shook the sky, what could be more joyful?

"Idiot!"

What followed was a great surprise to them, and Abu Muslim unfolded the parchment, glanced at it, his face changed greatly, his eyes were as wide as brass bells, and he read the military report again, and roared into the sky, like thunder, and the ear drums of the generals were buzzing.

The smile on the general's face froze, stunned, this change came too suddenly.

"These stupid people in Tubo live in the world, they are wasting yak meat and barley wine!" Abu Muslim's eyes burst into flames, and he cursed and drooled: "The army of 100,000 was wiped out in less than a month." ”

"Ahh

Tubo contained the Tang Dynasty and prevented the Tang Dynasty from increasing its troops in Anxi, which was a prerequisite for the Arab Empire to send troops. If the Tibetans could not contain the Tang Dynasty and the Anxi Protectorate could receive reinforcements, the prerequisites for this dispatch would no longer exist.

It's like a basin of cold water on the head, extinguishing their enthusiasm, and they are all like falling into an ice cellar, and they are chilling all over.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Abu Muslim paced quickly, muttering that he would decide whether to send troops or find another strategy.

The generals did not dare to come out, listening to his heavy footsteps, like thunder on their hearts, and every step Abu Muslim took was a spirit.

"Haha!"

Suddenly, Abu Muslim stopped, looked up to the sky, and burst into laughter, very cheerful, as if he had entered China.

Abu Muslim's eyes burst with light, and he said happily: "The Chinese are attacking Shibao City, and once they defeat it, they will march into Dafeichuan and take Dafeichuan, and the Chinese will point their sword at Tubo Capital." Even if the Chinese cannot defeat Shibao City, Tubo will definitely not be willing, he will raise a large army to take revenge, these two countries are fighting to the death, either you die or I die, this fight will definitely last for a long time. ”

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, clenched his right hand into a fist, shook it fiercely, and said, "The more intense they fight, the better!" If Tibet is defeated, we might as well give more ordnance, and if necessary, we can send troops to the war. In this way, the Anxi Protectorate will inevitably not be able to receive reinforcements from China, and its strength will be greatly reduced. ”

Abu Muslim is a legendary figure who quickly figured out the joints.

"Huh!"

After his explanation, the generals immediately understood, and they were all overjoyed, and they opened their mouths to joy.

"Boss, what should we do now?" Ziad asked with a smile on his face.

"Now, of course, it's a massive extermination of the infidels!" Abu Muslim furrowed his brows like a sword out of its sheath and said: "From this day forward, anyone who does not believe in Allah will be put to death!" Men and women, young and old! ”

This is a **naked slaughter order!

This order was soon conveyed to the armies of the Arab Empire, and it was faithfully carried out, and for a time, the whole of Central Asia was covered with bloodshed and massacres everywhere!

"You heretics, you deserve to die!"

"Kill! Kill all the infidels! ”

A team of Arab emperors, wielding scimitars, rushed at the unarmed people like a whirlwind.

"Do well, spare my child, who has only been born for three days, and he is not an infidel."

Looking at the slaughter field where blood splattered and heads were thrown, a young woman knelt in front of the Arab Emperor [***] team with her newborn child in her arms, prostrating her head heavily, begging for her to live.

"Brush!"

What answered her was a shining sword light, a canopy of blood splashing, and the head of the child in her arms was in a different place. A pair of fleshy little hands were still dancing, as if it were his silent protest.

"Why did you kill him? He's not an infidel! The woman howled and complained.

"He's not a heretic right now, he'll be a heretic someday!" He was answered in a cold voice.

"Datang, why don't you come to rescue us?" Blood splattered from the woman's neck, and she fell on her back in a pool of blood with a reluctant face.

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