In July, the temperature in Mesopotamia is getting hotter and hotter, and even the air is blurred under the hot sun, and the steaming rises, and the leaves of the coconut trees are wilted, but in such a scorching heat, tens of thousands of people are sweating and toiling on the road. [This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

From the first battle of the Parisian steppe to the later pursuit battle, the Arab army lost about 70,000 to 80,000 casualties, and few of the remaining 30,000 Persian heavy cavalry escaped from the camp, their armor was too heavy to be unloaded, relying on the speed of the horse, the Bedouin light cavalry escaped most of them, and Muawiyah's elite Syrian infantry was also captured more than 10,000.

The Chinese army, which shook the Fujian army head-on, encountered the shortest but sharpest firearms of the Fujian country head-on, and these most elite Arab troops broke up before they could get their mounts, and were blocked by the Guanning iron cavalry.

During the two-day and two-night pursuit, about 20,000 Arabs were taken prisoner, and after the war, the Persians were released for the convenience of their rule, and these Arab captives and their families who emigrated to Iraq were all sacrificed by various cities and became official slaves of Fujian.

No way, in the feudal era of low productivity, the war of conquest was so cruel, and the sacrifice was as much as 50,000, and even the main force of Min King Tielin was hit hard and was beaten half-crippled.

In the past, the old man and the Venerable Master became a prisoner in a blink of an eye, once after the Arab destroyed Sassanid Persia, the young nobles were elected, the men were castrated, and the noble women were assigned as female slaves, and now the Fujian State is almost the same, and the beautiful and noble women are selected to give meritorious soldiers as slaves, and the rest regardless of their former identities, are sent to the local areas to build roads, under the hot sun, one by one once Arab nobles licked their fat stomachs and sweated like rain and paved the roads with gravel, complaining bitterly.

With a good road system, we can send an effective army to the place where it is needed in the shortest possible time, which is the foundation of Fujian's rule, and in the hands of its old enemy, Fujian's rule in the fertile land of the Middle East Crescent is becoming more and more stable.

"You Don who deserves to go to Hell! The Tang people who deserve to be castrated! In the scorching sun, Ahmaiti cursed as he and his companions carried the heavy grinding disc on the freshly paved pavement at once.

Got Khorasan, Fujian road repair technology has reached a new level, several large asphalt mines continue to supply, mixed with gravel asphalt road more and more appear in the Middle East, the black road surface is beautiful and tidy, but it is not so comfortable for road repair, the sun is like fire, but also need to use a grinding disc to tamp the road surface that has just been baked, the weather is already hot and hot pavement, and the hot Aha's undershirt is soaked.

A month ago, I was still drinking wine at home and living the ** life of a landlord, but in a blink of an eye, I fell into this situation, and the chatter in Aiha's mouth was not over since I started working.

At this time, on the road that had not yet dried, suddenly a violent hoof sound came suddenly, and a four-wheeled carriage was sandwiched in the rumbling horse's hooves, and four rapid big wheels drifted by, and in the blink of an eye, the road that had just been repaired was a mess.

"Hey! The thief who killed a thousand knives, the bastard who gave birth to a son without a chrysanthemum, come back! ”

I almost didn't blow up my lungs, and I realized the hardships of the working people, Ai Hamaiti licked his fat belly and followed behind him is crazy screaming and scolding, the more he scolded, the more ugly it became, and suddenly a big leather whip was split and his face was turned down.

"Didn't you see that it was Uncle Tang's frame? Dare to scold? I don't want to live anymore! It's all for Master Ben to go back to work! I'll tell you, if you can't finish this road tonight, don't even think about eating! ”

The whip crackled, but the Persian builder turned back frequently with palpitations, and now that the situation in Mesopotamia is changing, the Tang people who come are all uncles, and they can ride in a four-wheeled carriage, and there are many guards to escort them, can they be small people?

Since more than a month ago, after many cities and towns met the king of Fujian, the rule of Fujian in Persia was basically settled, and the system of urban autonomy in Basra was welcomed and promoted here, but at the same time of large-scale appointment of Persian officials, Fujian still had several conditions, the passage of the "Tang Law and Discussion", the inaugural officials need to understand the Tang language, and the competent officials must have political achievements.

As a result, the Chongwen Pavilion that preached Chinese culture blossomed everywhere in the land of Khorasan, and one by one the Persian nobles had a big beard, and they still wore crystal glasses and recited the "Three Character Classic" sadly, and the enthusiasm for supervising the construction of roads between various cities reached a peak.

Frightened and frightened, the carriage that suddenly disturbed the situation ran away without stopping, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the chubby overseer Agut turned the whip over again.

"What else to see! Don't hurry up and work, you Arabs are cheap bones, donkey balls hurry up and build roads for me, build roads! ”

While smoking, Agut was still showing off his newly learned Tang swearing, and the lungs of the Arab officials and slaves who were scolding almost blew up, once upon a time, these Persians were as obedient as dogs under their own hands, but now they are overturned

turned his face and didn't recognize people, he wanted to be extraordinarily ruthless, and piled up all the resentment he had just had against the Tang people on the Persian overseer Agut, while carrying the grinding disc again behind his back to level the damaged road, Ahmaiti thought about it again in his mouth.

"Persian dogs who deserve to go to Hell! The castrated Persian dog! ”

"What? You dare to scold Master Ben! I don't want to live anymore! ”

"Huh? I didn't say anything! Allah bears witness! Oops~"

On the construction site, the Persians whipped back and forth, so that the project couldn't help but stop, but Wang Ze, the imperial historian of the Fujian State Patrol Road, who was wearing a straw hat and drinking ice drinks on the side, didn't mean to come forward at all, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile.

In the homeland of Persia, the Tang people are still a minority after all, and if they want to maintain their rule in Persia, they need to constantly provoke contradictions between the Persians and the Arabs, and the more fierce the two groups fight, the happier the Tang people will be.

However, after the smile, Wang Ze's eyebrows were raised again, and he looked solemnly into the distance, unlike those Persians who were outsiders, as an insider, Wang Ze had a deeper understanding of the carriage that had just galloped past, the logo of the police force!

Although out of the Tang Dynasty, but after all, Fujian and the Tang Dynasty are different, the Tang Empire government is driven by the public called the Ya Gong, the status is low, subordinate to all levels of state and county officials, in the Fujian State, the maintenance of public security is in charge of criminal investigation is called the police, self-contained system is not under any six ministries under any Yamen, subordinate to the military and not under the control of the Ministry of War, and in addition to the huge team of local officials, the upper elite of the police force also cooperates with the Yushitai and Dali Temple to supervise and spy on the military situation, supervise the whole country, and get rid of the Tang version of Jinyiwei.

It is said that the general boss of the police force is the confidant of the King of Min, the concubine Wu Meiniang, and the officials they target are generally unlucky or unlucky.

After thinking about it for a long time, Wang Ze didn't expect that he would do anything wrong, and couldn't help but shake his head with a sigh: "Alas, I don't know that guy is going to be unlucky, I heard that there is also a position of imperial history and civil official in the police force, when can this official win?"

Full of envy, Wang Ze licked his lips lightly, but he didn't know that the object of his envy was also sweating profusely sitting in the carriage at this time, staring at the map with his eyes intent.

It's never hot!

The official did the position of Xue Zhiguan, every line and every movement had countless eyes staring, this time from Mesopotamia, where the King of Min settled, or in the name of reconnoitring the Arabs in the southeast, he went out on business, but on the map of Xue Zhiguan, Yemen and Oman in the southern part of the Persian Gulf only accounted for a small part, but it was irrelevant Tubo, but the Tang Guanzhong Road accounted for a large area.

"Wang Wen, when you arrive at Kufa, you will break away from the team, take the order of this general to command the police detachments in Kufa and the surrounding areas, and declare to the outside world that you must find out the hostility between Oman and Yemen before the army conquers the remnants of Arabia!"

"But, General, the order of the King of Min is to ask the General to personally go to Oman to reconnoitre......"

Listening to Xue Zhiguan's gloomy command in the car, the police lieutenant who was galloping near the carriage did not obey the order and agreed, but hesitantly arched his fist and asked, the power of the police force is comparable to that of Jinyiwei, such a powerful institution, it is naturally impossible for one family to dominate the inside, Wu Meiniang personally designed it, from the Wa country, the ninja under Hattori Hanzo and the subordinate Xue Zhiguan from the Guanzhong ranger Xue Zhiguan monitored each other, and at the same time, the internal setting was directly like the King of Min who was responsible for the secret agent. No intelligence leader knows who will stab the King of Min in the ears of what he has done.

With such a heavy responsibility, it is no wonder that Du Wei Wang Wen did not dare to respond.

However, Xue Zhiguan is one of the meritorious veterans of the police force, and his prevarication words have long been thought of.

"King Min has another secret decree, so that the general will go to Guanzhong quickly and go on a secret business!"

"But ......"

"What, do you still want to know if the secret decree of King Min is true?" Xue Zhiguan's voice couldn't help but be gloomy.

"The last will obey."

Listening to Xue Zhiguan's fierce rhetorical question, Wang Wen finally responded with cold sweat on his forehead, indeed, the Min Wangfu and Guanzhong are inextricably linked, and when it comes to this, Wang Wen naturally does not dare to delve into it, those who are engaged in intelligence know too well, and the more secrets they know, the easier it is to die.

In this way, Wang Wen still keeps the matter in mind, and once the record is filed, it will be reported, and there will be no responsibility for him if something happens!

In the midst of all sorts of difficult thoughts, the convoy climbed a newly repaired asphalt road and continued to gallop.

A few days later, on the edge of the desert, in the hidden oasis, hundreds of white people from the Middle East Peninsula who were dressed in all kinds of ways knelt on the ground on one knee in the Min ** salute, looking ahead with blazing eyes, wearing a police admiral brocade robe, and the police captain Wang Wenman stood majestically in front of the crowd, and arched his hand to the West solemnly.

"Xue Zhiguan, the commander of this officer's police force, was ordered by the king of Min to lead Er and others into the Arab Empire to investigate! The stakes are so high that you will have to pick up all your heart and do your errand! Don't go wrong! ”

At almost the same time when hundreds of secret agents were neatly arranged, on the ancient road leading to Luo in the Himalayas, he flicked the wind and frost on his straw hat, and explored the ancient tea horse road with cold and snow pavement, Xue Zhiguan lowered the brim of his hat again, and disappeared into the caravan heading north......