The south gate of Damascus was now crowded and chaotic. [Ran^Text^Library] []

Moving from a dry, free nomadic life to this city, many Arabs were not used to it, and they were eager to miss their hometown in the desert, or the empire relied on annuities and generous political treatment to keep them.

But now, the empire's sense of security seemed to have collapsed, and last night, less than a hundred miles from Damascus, the capital of the Arab Empire, more than 10,000 Muslims were slaughtered, towns were set to fire, and wailing refugees rushed into Damascus, dealing the final blow to a city that had just lost its leader, and was already restless.

"Let us out!"

Not only the Bedouin immigrants who drove their camels and felt bags, but also the Medinase people who originally lived in the oasis, and a large number of local craftsmen in Damascus, who had a population of almost 300,000, were crowded in front of the city gates.

Among them were tribal leaders, nobles, and dense crowds of people who were constantly beating the gates like boiling water and shouting to get out, which could not help but put heavy psychological pressure on the Damascus defenders, who were less than 2,000 at the gates.

On the one hand, he had to guard against the Byzantine navy of unknown numbers attacking from behind, and on the other hand, he had to face the surging city dwellers like a stormy sea, and the original sturdy face of the commander Ahmaiti guarding the gate was already sweating profusely at this time.

At this moment, on the two minarets of the mosque near the city gate, suddenly an extremely uncomfortable harsh noise suddenly spread loudly, as if hundreds of people were scratching the blackboard with their fingernails together, and the sharp sound made people's scalps tingle, and they couldn't help but cover their ears.

After a while, the noise stopped, and just when the chaotic crowd was at a loss, another loud shout was shouted through the crowd, and the Arab knights of about five or six hundred people lined up in a long line, and forced a passage through the crack in the crowd.

"Who's coming? No foreign invasion is allowed! ”

It was also tortured by the noise for a long time, and seeing this strange team arrogantly under the city gate, Ahmat, who was angry, simply stood on the city wall and yelled in annoyance.

I didn't want to make him chrysanthemum tight, and the voice came up again.

"Lao Tzu is the governor of Syria, Emir Houjie, who led the Arabs of the whole city to attack the Byzantine slaves, and he didn't hurry up to open the door to Lao Tzu!"

"Hou, Lord Hou."

Lion helmet, silver fish scale armor, not Hou Jie or which? Seeing that the top boss was coming, Ahmati couldn't help but shudder, and looked down in astonishment and shouted.

"I have seen Lord Emir, my lord, at this time there is an unknown number of Byzantine navy outside, and there are so many untouchables who want to leave the city, is it appropriate to open the city gate at this time?"

Several copper-skinned trumpets were placed beside Hou Jie, riding on the camel without care, Hou Jie shouted loudly with his ears covered: "What are you afraid of, when they were the Holy Emperor Heraclius of Byzantium, the sword of Allah, General Khalid five thousand real Arabs took away his Syrian army of 100,000, what is the Byzantine navy now?" Slaves, thieves, prisoners, scoundrels, with a few hundred real Arab warriors around me, can clean it up, and are you afraid of a ball? ”

"The slave and the glory that Allah has given me are beckoning, fighting for Allah, the wonderful paradise and the seventy-two beautiful virgins are waiting for Ben, hurry up and open the gates, Ben's time is much more important than those cowardly cowards!"

The indifferent and even vulgar words were transmitted hundreds of meters away through the copper trumpet, not only Ahmaiti in the city was dumbfounded, but also the Arab tribesmen crowded out of the city, and even the other peoples in the handicraft workshops were also stunned, and the era of Khaled, the sword of Allah, that Hou Jie said, had only passed twenty or thirty years, and even many Arab ancestors who wanted to flee had followed Khalid to defeat the Byzantines.

Arabs pay the most attention to the courage of the family, listening to Hou Jie praise the bravery of his ancestors, but despise his cowardice, many Arabs are already red, and the next development of things is like a slap in the face to them.

After being stunned for a moment, the commander of Ahmati in the city really ordered someone to open the city gate, and the five hundred Syrian governor's palace cavalry showed off their might, in addition to the city gate, more than 1,000 defenders on the city actually cleaned up, followed Hou Jie's back out of the city to the east to kill, leaving an empty city gate to those panicked crowd.

Just now, I wanted to flee from Damascus immediately, but now looking at the empty and wide open city gates, the Arabs crowded at the front one by one, the Bedouins hesitated.

Fleeing to save your life? Or for the honor of the family, the tribe, the war?

"Seventy-two virgins are waiting for us in the wine that Heaven will never get drunk on, and for the sake of Allah's countenance, I, the warriors of the tribe of Faisal, take up your weapons and follow Lord Hujie to kill the enemy!"

A bearded Arab man suddenly roared, and in his roar, more than 2,000 Bedouin riders threw away their salutes, drew their swords, and struck their horses and camels, and crowded out of the crowd in arrogance.

shouted the most arrogant sentence of Hou Jie just now.

"Allah's glory and slaves are beckoning to me, get out of the way, Lao Tzu's time is much more important than you cowards!"

No other nation is as violent as the Arabs today, the temptation of heaven, and the disdain of those of the same race, immediately let tens of thousands of nomads from the desert blood through the pupils, more and more people also threw away their luggage, drew their weapons and rushed towards the gate, in less than half an hour, in addition to the dilapidated luggage and the wide-eyed Arab women at the originally crowded south gate, there was only a lump of steaming animal manure.

Followed by the crowded Persians, the Jews have all dispersed, and the Arab masters have gone to fight hard, so Damascus is not as safe as a rock, so why bother to abandon their family and business and flee to the barren and thirsty Hejaz Desert to beg for hardship?

Outside Damascus, the rumbling hooves of horses also converged into the roar of the angry tide, coupled with the Syrian elite, Hou Jie's 500 cavalry gathered into 30,000 cavalry in a short time, and the Arabs on camels and horses ran out of the dry land in the sky of smoke and dust.

Like a poisonous dragon, it is violently killing towards the east.

More than a dozen black Syrian Daxu, surrounded in the center of 10,000 people, Hou Jie like the sun god in Greek mythology riding a camel majestically, with the pace and bumpy movements, but also added a bit of majesty and solemnity to him.

Beside him, the beard on his face was spread like a fly, and Faisal, one of the most reckless great chiefs, was admired by the five-body throw, and kept saying to Hou Zhuozhuo: "The emir is really a wise man, and with a small plan, he quelled the riots in the city, and brought these cowards into lions again. ”

The bearded man who just took the lead in roaring was Faisal, thousands of people became a nursery, coaxing almost 100,000 people back, and handling things so tactfully, no wonder Faisal admired it so much.

Looking back at the direction of Mecca Kaleba, Hou Jie shook his head gloomily.

"All wisdom is given by Allah!"

The flat tone and melancholy temperament couldn't help but make Faisal stunned again, and then lowered his head even more admiringly, and followed behind Hou Jiema.

"Caliph, ...... emir, where do you think the Byzantines are now killed?"

"Allah has given them atrocities and cursed them with pride, and the Byzantine heretics are still in Tarakia."

Just like two sentences, it was like a magic stick, but it drove 30,000 Arab iron horsemen to follow Hou Jie with conviction, and crashed into the east again.

As Hou Jie expected, the port of Tarakia was captured last night, and even at noon on the third day, the Byzantine navy was still shrinking here like a turtle.

Today's Byzantine Royal Navy is no longer the Royal Navy of ten years ago, even if Heraclius created a military district system, which greatly made up for the lack of military strength of the Byzantine Empire, but the Hundred Years War with Persia and several devastating blows in the rise of Arabia still depleted the old empire's military resources.

Today, the Byzantine Royal Navy under the Byzantine General Mezantis, most of them were shipyard slaves, merchant sailors, traders, and men a few months ago, although these people have undergone a short period of training and have some combat effectiveness, but the mob is a mob, without the sense of honor and obedience to orders of soldiers, and now, more than 60,000 hodgepodge of more than 60,000 are still in the port of Tarakia, where the trade of the Eastern Mediterranean once gathered, and every inch of land is searched for as much wealth, gold and silver as possible.

The supreme commander of the navy, General Mezchos, was also unintentional at this time, and was full of anger in the tent to the emperor's envoy, the eunuch Abadacus.

"It is obviously an excellent time to advance by water, as long as Damascus is captured and the Roman province of Syria is just around the corner, why does the emperor order me to withdraw to the sea immediately?"

was sprayed with spit, but the fat and hairless face of the Roman eunuch was still so smiling, and said arrogantly.

"Your Majesty's will still need to be explained to you? General, hurry up and obey orders! ”