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The rich sun scorched the earth, and the air on the ground was steaming hot, and even the camels were wilting, although they came out of the desert, and the Arab cavalry was also 'fine', not to mention the Ancatonian people who were forced to come over to push the cart, and the appearance of lazy trampling was even more ineffective.

Seeing all this, Maslemai was worried.

Before leaving, he knew the state of the more than 100,000 Arabs who were fighting against the Byzantine Empire, even if the Arabs started with looting, and the supplies were intermittent, not to mention that Constantine IV was ruthless enough, and he could not resist one place and set fire to one place, and the walls were clear, and after more than ten years of tug-of-war back and forth, the once rich granary of Asia Minor had been completely beaten into ruins, and the army of more than 100,000 people could not fill their stomachs by looting alone.

In this case, it is necessary to fight against the stubborn resistance of the Greeks, even if the most tenacious Allah warriors who come out of the desert are still in danger and faltering.

And thanks to the Emir Hou, who brought another new word to the Arab Empire from the East, drifting!

Without passing through a place, when the local prosecutor needs to mobilize the people to help transport, the materials transported by Meslemai will be inexplicably missing, but these hateful Damascus civil officials in the ledger have done stormy weather, where bags of grain have been lost, where the bag armor has been broken, remember that it is the real thing, one by one shouting in the mosque is still justified, swearing in the name of Allah and swearing to curse with himself.

Although he knew that things were driven by these greedy enough devils to be driven to himself, it was better to be a civil official who was greedy for ink, but he couldn't be reasonable, and he 'made' Meslemai, a tribal officer who couldn't read a single word for several lifetimes, had nowhere to go if he wanted to have a seizure, and he was suffocating to death.

Fortunately, this is more than half the journey, and in a few days, it can be transported to the camp of the Arab army on the front line, and after this trip, Meslemai vows that he will never again 'deal' with these civil officials who should go to hell.

Guarding the loss of half of the supplies, Meslemai could only comfort himself in this way.

Walking slowly along the rugged mountain roads of Ancatolia with his army, Maslemai didn't notice that there were many pairs of green eyes staring at him on the hillsides along the way.

The flash of light suddenly flashed away on the hillside, and Li Que took the sun-soaked telescope into his arms, and a layer of 'gloom' haze flashed in his bright emerald green 'color' eyes. [To see the latest chapter of this book, please go to 800]

"In half a day, this group of fools will enter the predetermined ambush circle, according to the orders of the holy Hou Emir, you will each enter their designated position, shoot according to the plan, and be sure to kill with one blow!"

"May I die for Allah!"

Although the voice under Li Que's mask was a little dull, more than forty black-clothed young men who had been adopted and trained by Hou Jie still listened attentively to every word in their minds, listened to their hearts, and immediately slammed their fists on their chests, and scattered feverishly down the hillside.

Five of the teenagers were following Li Que's side, and after being trained by the Assasin assassins in the eagle's nest for such a long time, the five of them were particularly excited, especially the thin boy next to Li Que, even if the black 'colored' mask covered most of his face, his blue pupils were still full of leaping 'desire'.

The cat walked through the hillside with his waist bent, and the young man suddenly turned his head to Li Que and asked briskly: "Black Master, after completing this task, can you enter Allah's paradise after death, and never have to come out again?"

Suddenly, his heart trembled, Li Que's emerald green eyes were still like no 'waves' in the ancient well, and he snorted coldly: "Do the errand in front of you!" Allah will judge you! ”

Li Que's cold attitude did not discourage the excitement of the teenagers, but the blue-eyed boy from the Caucasus named Sara ran and muttered prayers excitedly.

"Lord, may Sara die in battle for the prophetic father this time, and throw herself into your arms forever after death, and Sara also has an appointment with the angelic sister with green eyes, please give her to me!"

The blue-eyed pious prayer also drove several other teenagers, and the whispered prayers came and went, but Li Que, who listened to it, was really sad in his heart.

Even if you always remind yourself that this is a group of dead people, people are not grass and trees, who can be ruthless. Every day in the eagle's nest, carefully teaching these orphans, Li Que still can't help but have a teacher-student feeling, these children are just like her students' juniors.

During this time, it is not that he has not experienced life and death, after his arrival, Hou Jie's demand for the eagle's nest has also increased, and he often 'draws' a few dozen young people from here to go out to carry out tasks, some came back with a single injury, some never came back, and some were seriously injured just had time to say goodbye, and were taken to the farewell secret room by the people of the eagle's nest, and no one knew how Hou Jie dealt with these teenagers.

Whenever faced with this scene, Li Que not only could not feel at ease, but a strong sense of guilt always hovered in her heart, she knew that the so-called paradise was beside these teenagers, and it was simply a yin 'chaos' nest arranged by Ah Furong's 'fan' hun' medicine, which was not sacred, but full of dirty and obscene things.

The angel sister Sara said, those 'female' slaves cultivated by Hou Jie, I'm afraid I don't know how many people have said the love words, it's just hypocritical. Sometimes, knowing too much is a pain for people, and Li Que would rather Hou Jie not let himself see all the secrets of the eagle's nest in the first place.

How easy is it to be as ignorant as Sara as she is to die, how easy is it?

"Hidden!"

With a soft roar, Li Que took the lead in getting into the grass pit arranged in advance, and then several dead boys also interrupted their prayers and followed in, lying on their stomachs in the dark pit under the grass, Li Que bit his lips tightly, and buried all his complicated thoughts in his heart.

On the rugged Ancatolia mountain road, more than 80 large carts that were smaller in a circle 'exposed' their bodies from the foot of the mountain.

In order to rush for food, Meslemai brought back a total of more than 200 Arab 'elite' light cavalry, plus local people who transported the carts, and a convoy of about 500 people led the wilting camels down the avenue, dragging them into a long snake formation.

Even the 'elite' Arab light cavalry would be a little unfocused, piled up in twos and threes, walking in front of and behind the convoy.

These days are not without thieves and robbers eyeing the convoy, Ancatolia has exhausted its vitality in the bloody battle for hegemony of the three empires, especially in the recent Arab expedition to the west, the locust-like army has eaten up the last bag of grain and the last sheep of the inhabitants of Asia Minor, and the hungry people of Greece, who are already hungry like skeletons, are also unwilling to die like such a barren grass, and looting is inevitable.

However, the fact that they wiped that little stuff was nothing compared to the loss of supplies under the watchful eyes of Meslemah and his men these days, and the convoy of food packs was empty under the watchful eyes of the Arab cavalry.

They are not afraid of thieves, and they don't know how many heads of thieves who covet the convoy have been cut off these days, but this sense of powerlessness that they can't catch up with what they see is no wonder that these heroes who broke the hundreds of thousands of armies of the Romans are so 'fine'.

Looking at the mountain road in front of him, which seemed to be endless, even Maxlemai couldn't help but yawn and cursed secretly, this is the broken mountain road to Hell.

His dry mouth was about to split, and just as Maslemai was about to wave his hand to let his subordinates rest and drink some water, a dazzling sharp light suddenly caught his eyes on the mountain ahead.

After a stunned look, Maxlemai roared heartbreakingly: "Enemy attack! Warrior of Allah, fight! ”

Before he could finish his words, the fierce arrow that 'shot' came from him hit the armor and knocked him directly off the camel.

In the sky, the falling stones and arrows fell like raindrops, so many days, the Roman army transporting grain had not encountered such a large-scale attack, and for a time it was 'disrupted', one by one the cavalry hurriedly jumped from under the camel and hid behind, and the people of the convoy were directly holding their heads and running around, scattering in all directions.

I don't know how long I have been staring at it deliberately, but the sound of shouts and killings came from all directions, countless Greek refugees in tattered clothes, bandits of all strips, and even some poor Arabs with wooden sticks, dung forks, scimitars, and weapons dropped by the Eastern Roman army were even simply bricks, and hungry tigers screamed down like hungry tigers.

At least ten times larger than these Arab expeditionary armies, the 'elite' Arab light cavalry that fought such a dense offensive was also stunned, holding bows and arrows and cowering behind camels in panic.

Mixed in with this group of people, there were dozens of fierce warriors dressed in black, crowded at the front of everyone, holding small crossbows in their hands, and whenever the Arab cavalry behind the camel poked their heads out, they always nailed them over.

Climbing up from the ground with the wound of the arrow, and under the plundering of the bandit refugees who were like locusts, the cart of goods transported to the army was visible to the 'flesh' and spat out a mouthful of blood, and Maslaimak roared in rage like a demon.

"Kill! These untouchables must not be allowed to take away their salaries, this is the food that more than 100,000 brothers depend on to survive! ”

The roar of Meslemah's vomiting blood brought the panicked Arab escorts back to their senses in an instant, and under the influence of religious fanaticism and mission, everyone's blood boiled, and the Arabs in front and behind the convoy didn't care about the trivial matter of whether they would die or not, and they all rushed out desperately.

However, those brave warriors who were dressed in black and even 'covered' their faces were entangled in the road of the Arab warriors who rushed out, and for a while, the Western Expeditionary Army could only watch the already small supplies being made worse by the crazy robbery of the victims.

But at this time of crisis, the sound of a large bowstring came out from the rear again, and the black-clothed warriors who couldn't reach it were directly 'shot' to death, and the 'fine' cavalry galloped over, staring at these black-clothed warriors, and the eyes of Imam Hussein, who was in the lead, showed a strong excitement, and a scimitar was raised high by him, and he slashed down with a roar.

Under the shroud of the sword light, the black-clothed warrior who was the most extensive in shock turned his head in shock, and saw the inevitable cold light brought by Ma Su with all his strength go straight to his head, and the pair of emerald green pupils shrank violently.

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