Peeking down from the sky, a red and a flower wrestled with each other like two wild bulls, refusing to give in to each other.

The Roman Royal Navy is still red, and the color outside the armor is covered with a layer of red, because it is a sailor, so there are few cavalry, but under the support of greed and madness, the Byzantines are really like a strong bull, and the team like a mallet is full of green tendons and pushes up a few hundred meters.

After more than an hour of fierce fighting, a large number of corpses have been left on the hillside, some Byzantine and some of the Arab Empire, and the Arabs inspired by the holy war are really dead, facing the irrepressible Byzantine counterattack, I don't know how many Bedouin warriors drove their mounts into the Macedonian heavy infantry array, even if even the people and camels were poked into a thousand holes, they had to open a way for the blood relatives behind.

In such a desperate fight, the original Byzantine heavy infantry array was also full of holes at this time, and many heavy infantry had to abandon their spears and draw their swords to fight.

If they had fought at this intensity in the past, other Byzantine armies would have actually collapsed long ago, but unfortunately this time Hou Jie was facing an army of slave thugs who had sacked almost twenty Arab cities, and the long-term raiding had made them have their fear of the Arabs wiped out, and the long and painful labor of the Arab expeditionary force made this group full of hatred for the Arabs.

In particular, Madzchos, who rushed to the front in the fight to boost morale, and the sacking of Damascus that he kept shouting, all encouraged the murderous intent and greed of these thugs.

More and more naval light infantry rushed out of the harbor and puffed up the Byzantine cow bigger and bigger.

Wielding the sword and slashing down at the head of the Arab in front of him, the soft and small leather shield could not stop the sharp Roman sword at all, and after a surge of red, his face was split into two halves, and he didn't hum The Bedouin warrior fell directly to the ground, as if he had eyes on his back, and Madzyos turned his head sharply and pierced the heart with a sword.

The gauntlet of his left hand blocked the slashing Damascus scimitar, and the long sword of his right hand entered through the ribs, and the thin white Arab robe could not stop the sharpness of the steel at all.

After more than an hour of fighting, he was as strong as Madzychos, and after doing this series of movements, he also took a few breaths, but after a while, he became extremely excited, the Arab "caliph", Hou Jie riding a camel, wearing a lion helmet, was less than fifty meters away from him.

The blood-soaked steel sword was raised high by Madsjos, pointing it straight in front of Hou Jie and roaring.

"Caliph of the Arabs, are you not ashamed that you have bewitched thousands of men and women with your evil gods, and that the cities have been reduced to ruins and civilization to nothingness wherever your armies have passed?"

"Now I, Madjos, challenge you in the name of God, do you dare to fight?"

After fighting with the Arabs for a long time, Mazchos's Arabic has made great progress, and a large number of words were clearly shouted by her in complex Arabic, covering a battlefield of several hundred meters, not only Hou Jie frowned and raised his head, but even the soldiers and horses who were fighting desperately nearby paused and turned back in shock.

"Lord Hou Jie, that reckless man is just a radical general, how can he fight with the honorable caliph......"

As soon as he heard Metzjos's challenge, Sarava on the side immediately said disdainfully, but he didn't finish a word, but he stopped abruptly, his face was gloomy, he pulled out his sword, and Hou Jie also turned over and got off the camel, striding towards Mezjos with great momentum.

At the same time, the Bedouin warriors who were still fighting in front of the army also cheered loudly, the Arabs admired the brave man the most, the title of caliph was originally the protector of Muslims, and only a strong and powerful leader could be more in line with the image of the caliph in the hearts of the Arabs.

Undoubtedly, Hou Jie, who brazenly responded to the battle, had the spirit of a caliph.

In fact, there have already been many Byzantine generals eyeing Hou Jie, but they can't kill them no matter what, and now, seeing that Hou Jie personally walked out of the layers of protective circles, there were immediately Byzantine light and heavy infantry overjoyed.

"Death to the Arab barbarians!"

In the roar, an Egyptian warrior wearing earrings, no beard, and light armor took the lead in looking at the head of an Egyptian-style light axe.

After the Islamic occupation of Egypt, all Christians were beaten as inferior citizens, and a large number of Egyptians had to leave their homes under religious persecution, and their lives were particularly miserable. The fierce scene, the Arab guards behind him all screamed in surprise, and anxiously fit over.

However, in the face of such a fierce move, Hou Jie didn't seem to see it, extremely light, as if he naturally leaned to the side, this inevitable blow was missed, and the Damascus scimitar in his hand was held upside down, and when he passed by the Egyptian who leaned forward, the sharp blade casually stuck to the Egyptian's neck and pulled forward.

With a hissing sound of leaking air and blood, clutching his neck, the Egyptian collapsed to the ground in disbelief, he never thought that he would be killed so easily.

The bravery of the Egyptians was also famous in the Royal Navy, and he was killed in an instant, but the Byzantine light and heavy infantry who rushed up behind couldn't help but freeze their steps.

The faces of more than a dozen people in front of him showed a look of fear and retreat, and Hou Jie's face bloomed with a rich sneer, hidden in the meantime, but he missed it.

There used to be a figure who stood in front of her so resolutely every time, but now, she is long gone!

So, Lao Tzu has to rely on himself! A hideous smile filled Hou Jie's cheeks, raised his scimitar, and in an instant, Hou Jie smashed into the circle of more than a dozen rushing Byzantine soldiers like a shadow, and as many as thousands of Arabs behind him shouted loudly, severed limbs, and his head sprayed bright red blood, and a large group of splashes.

One minute, fifteen steps, killing seven people and breaking five people's hands and feet, in a short period of time, the pitch-black scale armor on Hou Jie's body was covered with a layer of red, and the dripping liquid continued to drip on his blade, coupled with the Shura-like smile on his cheeks, the hearts of those who watched were full of souls.

Metsios, who faced Hou Jie, was even stunned, full of worries that he thought about killing the Arab caliph, what an honor it would be to be crowned an official after returning to China, how could he not have imagined that this caliph who was not tall turned out to be a ruthless character, so fierce, in an instant, the cold sweat on Madjos's back soaked his clothes.

Clenching the sweat-soaked hilt in his hand, squatting on the horse, Mazjos swallowed his saliva, staring nervously at Hou Jie who was strolling over, and seeing him getting closer and closer, the hands of the generals of this military region trembled slightly.

"You're afraid of me?"

Listening to the proficient Greek, Madjos raised his head in disbelief, just in time to meet Hou Jie's playful eyes, that expression, like cat and mouse, extremely uncomfortable.

Staring at the frightened face of the Greek general, Hou Jie did not continue to press over, but raised his head and laughed loudly, laughing and shouting loudly in Arabic.

"Fear me, you infidels, you filthy words have tarnished the honor of Allah, and the Lord has sent the punishment of the fire of heaven to kill you all. Hahahaha! ”

"Behold, isn't the Lord's judgment coming?"

The grotesque laughter was full of mystery and weirdness, although he was afraid that Hou Jie would take the opportunity to kill himself with a sword, Mazzios couldn't help but turn around, and the next second, he was a dead soul.

I don't know when, in the east and west of the remaining veins of the Lebanese Mountains, the rumbling of horses' hooves splashed up the smoke and dust that rushed to the sky, and the trembling of the heavy blow to the ground seemed to be felt here, and dozens of pitch-black Abbasid stars and moons were like devil's teeth from hell, grinding and gurgling, cruelly devouring the living flesh and blood, those Byzantine army gates.

Originally, relying on this city wall array, even if the Arabs attacked in three ways, they couldn't resist by relying on the city wall and couldn't suffer a loss, but I don't know when tens of thousands of troops had already followed themselves out of the city wall for a distance of more than a mile, and the rear army was all light infantry, but it couldn't afford a few rounds of Arab iron cavalry!

The back that was originally full of hot sweat became cold in an instant, this will not be a matter of life and death, half of the waterway army that Constantine IV managed to accumulate may be destroyed in his own hands, thinking that he is about to become a sinner of Byzantium through the ages, he wailed, and finally completely left the fear of life and death behind, and rounded his long sword, Mezjos roared and slashed at Hou Jie.

With just a slight tilt of his body and a kick on Matzios's chest, the strong man of about 1.8 meters rolled down the hill like a turtle, extremely embarrassed.

didn't chase after him, Hou Jie turned around disdainfully, raised his arms high at the stunned army behind him, and shouted like hugging the blue sky.

"Believers in God! The Lord has sent down divine punishment, and the destruction of those wicked Greek heretics is imminent, and you are not fighting? Don't you use the sword to harvest the heads of the infidels? Don't you keep this rare glory in your hands? ”

The three of them did not wait for a while, won the cheers of the stormy waves, and fought hard for a long time, but the Arabs were beaten by the Byzantines and retreated, but the emir Hujie had just come out of the battle, and the situation was saved, looking at Hou Jie's posture, thousands of Arabs cheered Hou Jie's name, climbed on the war horses and camels, and rushed to the Byzantine phalanx like a flash flood.

The momentum skyrocketed, and the Byzantine army, which could barely support it, completely collapsed this time, and the Macedonian heavy infantry who encouraged the struggle discarded the heavy guns, swords, and shields in their hands, and fled back desperately crying, and those light infantry who had been frightened by Hou Jie did not care about taking off their armor, swords, guns, swords, and halberds were thrown everywhere, and they were completely defeated.

Below, the chaotic Byzantine light infantry who had just come out of the city gate also retracted the city gate in horror, wishing that their parents had two more legs, and the next moment, like the devil's bloody mouth, the Arab cavalry rushed out from both wings with full horse speed, and brutally crashed into the rear army before they had time to break the light infantry array.

The slave light infantry, which was still full of hatred and greed just now, collapsed at the touch of a button......