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The wind of Fujian, when the thousand-year-old stagnant water of the Apennine Peninsula blew fresh waves, the oil pot of the Arab Empire, which had been boiling for a long time, splattered countless fierce oil flowers with sparks.

"For Allah!"

Amid a roar of exhaustion, the cloud-like Arab cavalry poured towards the ancient coastal city for the first time, and the rapid rain of arrows was like a torrential rain, and this time, there were huge stone projectiles whistling above the heads of the Arabs.

Twelve stone throwers, nearly a hundred torsion trebuchets modeled after Rome, were densely arranged under the ruined jagged city walls, each roaring like the arms of giants, projecting more than ten pounds of stones onto the heads of the Romans.

Boom, the hard stone smashed a fierce spark on the city wall, the shattered stone flakes were almost like shrapnel, sharp stone flakes attacked from behind, a Roman infantryman just came out with a longbow, and a hideous bloody wound appeared on his thick neck, clutching his throat and falling down softly.

With the Buddha's house, as the central stronghold of the Roman Empire ruling Asia Minor for hundreds of years, Rome must have made great efforts, the solid stone city wall, an arrow tower every thirty meters, the city wall is full of ballistas, and the fire oil is sufficient, but no matter how strong the city needs people to hold on, after more than a month of sleepless siege warfare, even the elite Roman legions transferred from the west to guard the Rhine can not bear this kind of strength, a cloud ladder is erected on the city wall, and the collapse can not stop begining.

Trampling on the ground strewn with corpses, Arabs climbed the walls with bloody scimitars, while Roman legionnaires abandoned the discipline they had once prided themselves on, and fled backwards crying, and the already tattered walls were brought down by the Arabs like ripe melons.

Then it was the moment when the Arabs were most excited, and the Arabs scattered excitedly to the city with scimitars, kicking them open one room after another, and grabbing the most valuable things in the house with golden eyes, and the beautiful Roman women were also dragged out of the house by the hair of the murderous Arabs, and some of the anxious Arab soldiers actually ripped off their pants on the spot in the cry of the Roman women.

In the early days, the most stimulating part of the Bedouin cavalry, in addition to the impetus to spread Islam, was looting, that is, in the era of the rise of the Muslims, Alexander, Antioch, Basra, and Damascus declined, for fear that the Arabs would kill and rob the entire city, and the Prophet Muhammad had to publicly declare that the infidels could survive under Muslim rule by paying the poll tax.

A thousand years later, the destruction of Palestinian refugees by the founding of Israel was not without the bloody massacres of the Jews in the history of the early Muslims.

I didn't think that what I did now would need to be returned to future generations, and one by one the Arab soldiers were venting their **** in the city of the Romans, but the imperial expeditionary general Faleda was not happy at all to take the enemy's important town, but rushed in from the city gate worriedly.

Along the way, the Arab soldiers who stood in the way were directly kicked away, rushing ahead of everyone, Faleda took the lead in rushing to the Byzantine Governor's Palace, ignoring the remnants of the Governor's Palace, and turned directly to the legion granary facing the street.

Looking at the complete granary, Faleda finally breathed a sigh of relief, he was really afraid that a group of rabbit cubs would burn the grain and grass when he was late, which was fatal.

However, just when Faleda easily ordered the soldiers to open the granary to count the seizures, the smell of burnt silos came to his face, looking at the scorched black face, and for a while, Faleda's old Arab man's face turned pale in an instant.

In anticipation of today's fall, the Byzantine army withdrew most of its troops, and the food that could not be taken was burned in advance, leaving Faleda devastated.

Rushing out of the Doge's Mansion in a rage, Faleda was furious and just wanted to order to stop burning and plundering grain and grass, the manor of the Roman nobles next to the Doge's Palace had already burned, looking at the blood splattered on the faces of the Arab soldiers along the way, and the appearance of the excited looting, the imperial general who was known for his viciousness sighed deeply.

"Go back to Damascus and find the Marquis of Emir, and let him transport grain and grass to the front line, otherwise Allah's expeditionary force will starve to death!" You, me, your father, grandfather, grandson, all have to starve to death, you know! ”

Like a wounded wolf, Faleda grabbed the collar of the adjutant Meslemai with blood-red eyes and roared desperately, seeing the anxiety of his general, and knowing that there were more than 100,000 people, and the extent to which the foreign powers of the Arab expeditionary force that seemed to be like wolves had done, Meslemai knelt down and kowtowed solemnly, dragged the camel and galloped towards the east.

Middle East, Damascus.

Originally, under Roman rule, this city was integrated with the typical urban architectural form of the civilized world, the urban area was as neat as a chessboard, and the major divisions had clear functions, but after the Arabs occupied it, they were not used to this kind of neatness, and the good city was demolished in pieces, and the chaos was like a swarm of bees.

At this time, however, there was a brief revival of the messy Damascus.

It is ironic that there was a rebellion in the Arabian Peninsula, Hejaz, and Najd regions, where the Arabs started, and the rebellion led by the Hawariji was even more vicious than the Abbasid army, and the precarious situation in Mecca and Medina forced the caliph al-Hassan to move the royal court to Damascus for refuge.

This was followed by a large number of noble families of the Qurays of Mecca and Medina, who were tired of artisans, slaves and wealth in the final battle, and their arrival revived Damascus industry and commerce for a short time.

The rebellion in the Arabian Peninsula appears to be a sectarian strife, but in fact it has an equally deep social element: five years ago, in support of the Shiite counter-offensive against Fujian, Arab tribes south of Palestine almost poured out their nests, sending all their men out to participate in a bloody and brutal war.

The already barren Arabian Peninsula exported all the strong men, and famine followed, but the dividends of the war and the grain raised by Egypt, Damascus, and Mesopotamia did not come, and the Abbasids in the power struggle in order to weaken the power of the elder group, Hassan restricted the export of grain to the mother island, and only maintained the prosperity of the vicinity of Mecca and Medina.

Powerful and well-connected tribes either moved to fertile Mesopotamia, or to Damascus and Aleppo, leaving only the small and impoverished tribes who could not move out, suffering from hunger and exploitation.

What is the difference between this and before the revival of Islam, and with so much discontent, it is no wonder that the tribes of South Arabia have joined the tribes of South Arabia like a prairie fire in the wake of the call of the Hawariji, who are so eager for anyone to run for caliphate.

In fact, this matter still has something to do with Hou Jie, more or less, some of the spoils of war of the Arab Empire army in Byzantium were returned, and with these belongings, they can more or less help improve the life of the tribe, the problem is that Lord Hou Jie is very poor, and these passing gains are very unceremoniously regarded by him as filial piety.

However, even if there were rebellions in the empire, Lord Hou Jie's power has risen to a new level, Damascus is an important territory in Syria, and now it has been replaced by the capital led by the caliph, it seems that Hou Jie has suffered a big loss, and his power has been stripped a lot, but in fact, it is a major weakening of the power of the Abbasid dynasty.

The Hejaz was to the Abbasid Dynasty, as important as Guanzhong was to the Tang Dynasty, and Syria was full of the forces of the former Umayyad Dynasty, breaking bones and connecting tendons, even if Hassan eradicated most of the original Mecca aristocratic forces, but in the large and small corners of the empire, these knowledgeable and literate scribes and prosecutors are still needed to support.

They remember how His Majesty the Caliph Hassan raised the butcher's knife against them, politically they were close to the local lord Hou Jie, coupled with Hou Jie's various means of bribery, one by one the inferior officials stood firmly behind Hou Emir.

Even if Hassan has any orders, the governor and general of Mecca will carry them out, and someone will definitely ask Hou Jie secretly, if there is no nod from Hou Jie, most of the things will not be done, and Hou Jie's power can be seen.

In the east of Damascus, in the granaries of the contiguous patches, the dried rice grain, dates, and dried meat were piled up into a hill, and there were not a few cheeses, and a fat Arab general who looked like a merchant more than a general shouted with great excitement: "Move, these warehouses move, all empty!"

In his babbling, the carts were quickly filled up and drove outside, but instead of heading west, they were heading east.

These things were not the salaries of the Arab armies on the expedition to Byzantium, but the governor of the eastern Kufa, Ziyad. Ibn. Lady Abby's supplies.

Referring to this Ziyad, it is quite legendary in the Arab Empire, because he may be the younger brother of the rebellious Mu'awiyah in the previous dynasty, Ziyad's mother was a slave girl, and she was also a prostitute, although Ziyad was born after Mu'awiyah's father Su Fuyan had a relationship, but the Umayyad family did not recognize him as a member, so Ziyad was a complete Ali faction, and later the Shiites gained power, and he rose to the top and became the governor of Kufa.

However, this man had the political vision inherited from the Umayyad family and knew who had the most potential in the empire, so the eastern governor was a staunch ally of the emir of Hou, and he never missed the army of the eastern governor when Syria and Aleppo were paid.

Just as the quartermaster of Ziyad was packing the last bit of stuff, Meslemai, who was ten years old on a camel and wore a tattered cloak like a Persian flower child in the street, also rushed to the warehouse.

Seeing this scene with almost blood-red eyes, Maxlemai directly pulled out his scimitar and roared with great rage.

"Put it all down to Lao Tzu!"