"Caliph, caliph, the assassins have been killed, ha."

Covered in blood, the knife he was carrying was dripping with blood, and there were a few more hideous knife marks on his body, but Harsa, the head of Mu'awiyah's guard, ran to the edge of the pit with excitement and fanaticism, but before he could finish speaking, his smile suddenly froze on his flushed face. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

Hugging Mu'awiyah's cold and stiff body, the old Amur burst into tears and roared with his head held high: "Caliph, he, he has been killed by thieves!"

As if he had lost his soul, the remaining hundred or so guards shook and carried Muawiyah's body out of the pit, never knowing when, Muawiya was like the sky in Syria, he was really gone, even the youngest coachman felt like the end of the world was coming.

In the midst of everyone's silence, Harsa gritted her teeth and jerked the arrow out of Mu'awiyyah's still tightly clenched chest, and after a moment, she cried out in astonishment.

"This, this arrow is a special arrow made by the palace, the Mohammed pattern on it, made of Uzi steel, absolutely can't be wrong!"

Everyone shuddered violently when they were struck by lightning, and only after a moment did Amur shout angrily: "Search, search the body of the assassin and see if there are any clues!"

As if waking up from a dream, the remaining guards scattered in all directions, and after a while, more than 20 Damascus special arrowheads and a black bronze plaque were rummaged out, and the bronze plaque was solemnly examined, Amur gritted his teeth and roared: "This thing belongs to Alpha!"

"Arafa, Arafa, and only he has access to palace weapons, this bastard has always been dissatisfied with His Highness the Caliph Liyezid, it must be him!" Harsa also roared in rage.

Arafa was the second son of Mu'awiyah.

After cursing for a while like the furious roar of the beast, the desperate and exhausted Mu'awiyya guard finally sat down on the ground exhausted, his eyes blood-red, and Harsa fell to his knees in grief, clutching Amur's thighs and crying and pleading.

"Lord Amur, you must help His Majesty the Caliph to avenge it!"

"I grew up with the caliph since childhood, the caliph is my elder brother, my brother's blood debt, my younger brother is duty-bound, let's go!" There was no nonsense, Amur directly drew his knife, listening to his shouting, it seemed to find a light in despair, and the tired guards also regained their strength again, driven by hatred, carrying the stiff body of Mu'awiyah, more than a hundred people followed Amur, roaring and rushing back to Jerusalem.

The thousand-year-old holy city of Jerusalem once again set off the shadow of swords and swords, and when there was turmoil, hundreds of miles away from the city of Kufa, it was already at its last moment.

There were ruins everywhere, the flames burned fiercely throughout the small fortress, the bloody corpses were everywhere, the cries of women, the screams of children, and the scene of the Tang army's siege of the city a few months ago was almost reenacted.

It's just that the siegers are more savage and crazy, but the defenders don't have the same death-like attitude as they used to be.

"Kill, brothers, kill! Protect our homeland! ”

The popularity of the Tang language has spread all over the army, dozens of Tianzhu soldiers scarred with knives and shields, rushed into the enemy army several times their own and fought desperately, shouting the Tang language, but compared to the tragic struggle of these Tianzhu soldiers who have been settled in Kufa, more sturdy and sturdy Caucasian mercenaries are fleeing in panic.

In the harsh environment of the Caucasus, they are indeed known for their barbarism, fierceness and aggressiveness, but the aggressiveness meets the murderous and bloodthirsty Arabs, and they do not have the resilience of the Tang people or the Tang-hardened Tianzhu people, and the Caucasus has become a soft persimmon again, and they are beaten and fled.

Anyway, the purpose of their fight is for money, and it's a big deal to change another customer!

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

The blades at both ends of the long horse lance were completely red with blood, the helmet was also lost, the body was covered with broken blood, and the face was covered with blood and hair like a madman.

Kill! The lance pierced through the throat like a short sword, and the oncoming Bedouin was immediately cut off half of his head, clutching his bleeding neck and falling to the ground.

Kill! Without any drag, he pulled out the long lance, and his head was not turned, and the small spear head at the back directly stabbed the Arabs who were sneaking in behind.

Kill! Covered with blood, Li Jingye slammed the lance around like a ghost, and under the semicircular death arc, the Arabs he encountered were either cut out of a long bloody hole by the lance, or the head was smashed by the hammer under the lance, and the Arabs on half the street were immediately cleaned up, and the weapons condensed by hundreds of years of bloody fighting in the Northern and Southern Dynasties at the end of the Han Dynasty were exerted to the extreme under Li Jingye's penance for more than ten years of martial arts, which was really like the class of the killing machine.

However, stepping on a corpse, the front street of the warehouse that was finally cleared out, and in just a moment, a large number of fierce nomads from the desert came up in a round with scimitar bee chrysalis.

Kill! The soldier who roared in the intestines and pierced the belly without any scruples stabbed the scimitar in the chest, and bit the Arab throat fiercely, bleeding like a stream, kill! The man in Guanzhong, who had been cut off with a horizontal knife, degenerated into the most primitive beast, allowing the knife and axe to be slashed on his back, still slashing his rotten nails at the face of the enemy under him.

In the midst of the oozing laughter, the black of the Tang Army disappeared one by one into the yellow of the Arabs.

Spit out a mouthful of turbid gas full of blood, and looking at the extremely tragic scene in front of him, Li Jingye's body suddenly shook violently.

In this battle, he was too aggrieved, and he was attacked by surprise without intelligence, or the last time he broke the captivity, 200,000 Bedouin cavalry and 3,000 Arab light cavalry who suddenly returned were immediately broken under the internal and external attack, and then the side wall was divided into several sections, and his 60,000 troops were divided and surrounded on each section of the city wall.

On the third day, the Azerbaijani mercenary regiment, which was frightened by the Arabs, handed over the city wall under the coercion and lure of the Arabs, and the 20,000 main force and sixteen guards were transferred away from the mountain, and when Li Jingye reacted and blocked the troops, the whole battle situation was irreparable.

How not to be depressed?

Just as Li Jingye was in a trance, several Bedouins finally broke through the defense line in front of Li Jingye, and the cold light of the scimitar was about to slash at the top of his head.

"Shoot!"

In the panicked roar, the crossbow strings of the Tang Army that Li Jingye was familiar with sounded, and several Bedouins trembled like street dances, and then collapsed to the ground with short feathered arrows, and Li Jingye came back to his senses.

"Traima?"

"Boss!"

It was also a mess on his face soaked in fireworks and blood, and Sima Cui Xuanli, who had always been known as a Confucian general, stepped forward excitedly and grabbed Li Jingye's shoulder, and shouted anxiously: "Chief, the palace has prepared military horses, while the north gate has not yet been captured, let's go!"

In a trance, Li Jingye trembled violently, and then shook his head fiercely: "No, I can't go!"

"Kufa is no longer defensible, Chief, we still have the left and right leading guards, this is not the time to be arrogant!" His eyes were bloodshot, and Cui Xuanli was so anxious that he dragged his shoulders out. Suddenly withdrew his arm, but Li Jingye smiled miserably.

"Your Highness appointed me as the chief of the Kufa border army, not the general of the left and right leading guards, and guarding here with the rank of secretary of the military department, what face do I have to escape?"

"But, Archmaster."

"As the general of the Min State, you and I still have an unfinished mission, General Cui, you must break through and order Xiao Xian to lead the army back to Basra, where the back is Khorasan, it is the throat place, and it can not be lost again, and also, tell the King of Min about the situation here, and let His Highness take precautions as soon as possible!"

Listening to Li Jingye's hurried instructions, Cui Xuanli was in a trance, and finally nodded heavily, greeting, and the crossbowmen he brought were retreated as bee chrysalis, and after a while, the sound of horses' hooves sounded in the town guard mansion, and seeing a team of Tang cavalry rushing out, Li Jingye finally showed a relieved smile, and immediately raised his lance high at the troops who were still in a brutal bloody battle.

"Brothers, go with Ben!"

The most heavily fortified of the city of Kufa was the northern city, where mountains of grain were still hoarded, although considerable supplies were transferred after the victory over the Arabs.

It was also the main battlefield for the Arabs.

With the arrival of Li Jingye, the Tang army's defense in Beicheng shrank.

The hoarded fierce fire oil was carried out of the warehouse, poured on the granary without hesitation, and the rich smell of oil spread out for several miles, walking among the busy subordinates, as if holding a flag, Li Jingye held his bloodstained lance high, and roared wildly.

"Brothers, I'm guilty!"

"When I was guarding Qu Nujing, I abandoned my subordinates and fled to the other side of the Ganges River alone, and that day I Li Jingye knew that God would punish me after all, and now this retribution is coming!"

"But brothers, whether you are from the Central Plains, Fujian, Madhya Pradesh, or Bangladesh, now we have come to this point under the leadership of the King of Fujian, no matter what background, we all have a name, Min people! Li Jingye is cheeky, and then beg my brothers to accompany me through the last step, so that those barbarians in the desert also know that I am a Fujian person! Let the Arabs know that the Min people are not easy to mess with! ”

"For the sake of the hometown fathers and elders who are thousands of miles away, I fought with them!"

The torches were thrown on the granary one by one, the grain and grass like a mountain burned into a monstrous fire, under Li Jingye's continuous roar, the soldiers were also inspired by the blood red eyes, Fujian State, it is indeed a very cohesive title, the arrival of China, so that this group of people in the Brahmin sacrifice instilled, confused in the next life, Shudra, has become now, has their own land, fighting for the country soldiers.

"Listen to the general, fight with them!"

"Yes, fight with them!"

In the roar of anger in the near death, a group of Tang Junfu soldiers gathered together again, although there was no longer the once rigorous formation, such as the long lance of the forest, but the killing intent was better than before.

"Allah is above!"

In the roaring sound of horses' hooves, groups of Bedouin cavalry swarmed again, and in the shouting and shouting of killing, the ragged Tang army also hedged with grief and indignation, and under the blazing flames that rushed to the sky, blood spurted out again like spring water.

With the sword light and sword shadow, Li Jingye rushed to the forefront with a long lance.