Thick black smoke drifted over Damascus, and flocks of crows and vultures croaked unpleasantly, and in their calls, the sun that had managed to climb up looked gray and dull, lifeless. 800 visits:.

After a night of fierce fighting, half of the city was destroyed in this rebellion, only half of the black ruins were left in the houses burned, and the streets were silted up with an unknown number of corpses full of arrows.

One by one, the caliphate rebels were still walking through the streets, constantly searching, and occasionally saw frightened mob rebels being driven out of the rubble, and they were pressed into the streets by these caliphates, no matter how miserable they wept, these iron-hearted desert men raised their scimitars without pity.

Click~ The head flies down.

There are also many red-eyed caliphate forbidden troops who have broken into civilian settlements and robbed finances, and if there is any obstruction, they are also regarded as rebels and beheaded on the spot, and half of Damascus is drowned in fear and chaos.

The Praetorian officers did not seem to care about the plundering under their command, and deliberately connived at it, because they were warriors from Mecca anyway, and they were not familiar with the tribes of Damascus.

In these years, I am afraid that the only one who can restrain the army from looting is the Fujian State, and the Fujian army does not not rob, but does not 'mess' the battle formation because of the looting, and after the battle, the officers lead the organized looting, or the looting is simply represented by non-combatants such as food squads, and then the whole team divides the spoils equally.

In the midst of such atrocities, the estrangement between the inhabitants of Damascus and the caliphate's most loyal fighters turned into hatred.

Ibn and Khorasan were too arrogant, with more than 2,000 Egyptian troops who had already been exposed to Hou Jie's eyes and thousands of mobs who were temporarily entangled, they thought that they could take down the entire city of Damascus. Not to mention taking Hassan out of the palace early, the caliphate guards in the outer city also waited at the various city gates early, and as soon as the signal was issued, the chrysalis caliphate was released into the city like a wolf dog squad that had been hungry for several days.

More than 10,000 people lacked command and the chaotic team was no match for these professional killing machines, and the bloody and brutal 'hand-to-hand' street fighting broke up the rebel offensive, and in an instant, it was a bloody massacre. 800

The fanatics who were still dreaming of the gold and silver trophies in the palace last night. The cold knife finally cleared their hot minds and cooled them down completely.

Baskets of hideous heads attract swarms of flies. He was excitedly taken by a group of forbidden soldiers to repay his merits, and then he was transported outside the city, stacked at various city 'gates' to deter traitors, walking in the streets of the city like Shura Field, riding on a handsome Arab war horse, holding two wooden boxes, but Hou Jie's cheeks were full of smiles.

Escorted by more than 100 angry local Damascus guards, Hou Jie and his entourage went straight to the residence of the governor of the Hejaz, located in the west of the city.

In last night's riot, Hussein's house was also in the middle of the battlefield of the rebellion. The walls of the courtyard were covered with blood and the traces of swords, and it looked quite dilapidated and miserable.

Hou Jie tilted his head, and immediately someone stepped forward and smashed the 'door', and the sound of clanging sounded for a long time before the slave of the Governor's Mansion opened the 'door' and asked vigilantly: "Who are you?"

"Governor of Syria, Hou Jie, looking for your Governor of the Hejaz, Lord Hussein."

Looking at Hou Jie's arrogant posture on a horse. After shivering, a few slaves ran to the back hall like they burned their butts.

A few quarters of an hour later, Hussein appeared at the entrance of the big 'gate', and compared to yesterday, he seemed to be more than ten years older, and his two deep-set eyes were dark. The whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and even his neat brown hair was draped over his shoulders.

Staggered out under the trembling of the slave, looking at Hou Jie on the horse, Hu Saiin's eyes were almost completely red, and he forced Fang to greet with difficulty in a trembling voice: "Hou Emir, don't come unharmed, I don't know what to do with this Emir, if it is to ask for a crime." I think I apologized yesterday. ”

"Nope! No! Hurriedly shaking his head, Hou Jie jumped off the horse with a smile, walked quickly in front of Hussein with two boxes in his arms, and actually bowed slightly like him.

"This time, Hou is here to apologize to Lord Emir!"

"Apologize?"

Hussein's 'confusion' and 'confusion', Hou Jie smiled lightly and put the two boxes at his feet, and explained unhurriedly: "Yesterday, the Lord hinted to the Governor through those Assasin assassins, and the leader of the Assasin Assassins was among us, and finally singled out the Governor of Egypt, but Hou Jie didn't pay attention to it, sure enough, last night the Governor of Egypt reversed, thanks to the Caliph's wise handling, the soldiers of the Forbidden Army fought bravely to kill the enemy, and it didn't cause a big disaster."

"For this reason, Hou Jie specially dedicated the heads of the two culprits to Lord Hussein, and asked Lord Hussein to forgive him."

Listening to Hou Jie's understatement, for a while, Hussein felt that Venus appeared in front of him, his face turned pale in an instant, and his 'legs' were weak, if it wasn't for the support of the slave, he would have almost fallen over this time.

It took half a minute for Hussein to recover, but he also bowed to Hou Jie indifferently, and said apologetically with a trembling voice: "Ben Emir came out in a hurry, and he hasn't washed yet, and he asked the Syrian governor to wait for a while."

As he spoke, Hussein turned around and went back to the house, and then the big 'door' of the emir's mansion was closed tightly again, and this time, it made Hou Jie wait for almost half an hour before Hussein came out again.

Compared with the aging and decadence just now, this time Hussein obviously cleaned up, his beard and hair were combed neatly, and his clothes were changed into a neat set, and he walked out of the house again in the company of domestic slaves, and after giving a salute to Hou Jie, he opened the two boxes with an expressionless face.

The heads of Ibn and Khorasan were clearly clear, and although they had turned pale from the loss of all their blood, their faces were lifelike, and seeing that the two friends who had been talking to him secretly last night were now placed in front of him like this, Hussein's body was still shaking violently.

"Thank you to the Syrian governor for sending it back."

Thanking him again with a blank face, Hussein picked up the two boxes and turned back to the mansion, and the third time, the big 'door' of the Hejaz governor's house was tightly closed.

Hu Saiin's final indifferent performance made Hou Jie also shake his head in surprise, and only then did he come back to his senses and turn over the war horse, tilting his head at the commander who had just smashed the 'door'.

"Let's go!"

More than a hundred fierce cavalry once again galloped on the blood-soaked roads of Damascus.

The Caliphate's forbidden army was not gathered until noon that day, trampling on the blood that covered the soles of their boots, and these nomadic warriors from the desert left the city with their full pockets, leaving behind most of the ruined city and the hateful eyes of its people.

Mysteriously, a large number of Muslims who escaped the catastrophe poured into the streets under the organization of the imams in various dioceses, cleaning up the corpses all over the city with mixed feelings.

It wasn't until the third day that the city was upgraded a bit, but even by this time, blood was still flowing in the city.

At the edge of the market, more than a dozen wooden stakes were placed on the platform where the prisoners and slaves were executed, and under the drag of the executioners, who were 'exposed' and covered in 'flesh', twelve Assasin Assassin boys were dragged up.

"The caliph has decreed that all heretics of the Assasin sect should be executed as an example!"

In front of the crowd of people, the caliph herald, who was also chubby and had a belly, shouted loudly.

Thrown heavily on the front stake, his head pressed on it, looking at the chattering people, Sarah's only remaining pale blue 'color' eyes were full of serenity and serenity, and to this day, the small words that miraculously appeared in front of him in prison still echoed in his mind.

It is to use the small seal book of Huaxia, return to the place of failure, sunset ten minutes, look in the place between the two stones, seek the place guided by the divine light of the Lord, take revenge on the blasphemer with lies, and when the evil of the yellow hat is punished, the Lord will welcome your return with open arms.

The place where they failed was where they set up an ambush, where Sara found the pile of parchments, a few days ago the only yellow hat in the square was Ibn the governor of Egypt, and now they have been executed, just in time for the third lord to welcome you with open arms.

With joy and a smile, Sara closed her eyes and prayed slowly.

"Knowing, Almighty, your faithful servant is coming, please open the great gates of heaven for me......"

Click~ The executioner's heavy broadsword slammed down, spurting blood, and the twelve heads flew out with their last secrets......

On the other end, in the sound of creaking and swaying, a dozen old servants guarding a dilapidated carriage also slowly drove out of the south 'gate' of Damascus, which was completely different from the thousands of people who supported it when they entered the city, and had been relieved of their status as governor of the Hejaz.

In the Syrian Governor's Palace, a pot of hot coffee was still slowly exuding a strong fragrance, and after a while, the rich black 'colored' liquid was carefully poured into a porcelain cup by Hou Jie, but before he could blow the hot air and taste it slowly, the big 'door' of the study in front of him was suddenly kicked open with a sharp kick, and then a black 'colored' shadow surged in with anger.

"Why? Why kill them at all? ”

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