It rained all the time.

The blood-colored mist obscured the vision, and the torrential rain hit people so hard that they couldn't raise their heads, and waves of people rushed over with the soft corpses on the ground, and then fell under the rain of arrows falling from the sky, and the people behind were still rushing forward one after another, stepping on the dense corpses on the ground and moving forward bravely.

These are civilians who have set foot on the battlefield for the first time, and they probably think that the real battlefield is like this. The rain was so heavy that the mist was so thick that only a small area around them could be seen, and the angry and frantic citizens went forward one after another, and they fell to their deaths in waves.

They didn't realize that none of the dead were aliens from the East, all of them were from their side.

It is very easy to use the Yuanrong crossbow, it is effortless to wind it with a winch, and it is even easier to move the crossbow. Every three breaths, a rain of arrows flew into the sky and disappeared from the athletes' field of vision.

The athletes in the barracks could not see the enemy, but could only hear faint shouts and see a blood-colored mist that was getting thicker and thicker.

They are all sitting on war horses, not like Ma Luan, so their vision is extremely limited. However, each of them was well-trained, and followed the stern orders of the officers to move their guns again and again, and fired their crossbow arrows in the designated direction.

Adjust the angle of shot, the wrench, that's it, simple and mechanical.

Outside the main entrance of the barracks, on a tall wooden platform, Jafar. Sadiq was completely sluggish, his gray hair sticking to his head, and he looked extremely depressed.

Layered on top of each other, densely packed, full of corpses. The red blood mist rose higher and higher, permeating the whole body and penetrating the tip of the nose, with a slight sweetness.

Later people kept coming. Stepping on the layers of corpses and rushing forward, a rain of arrows suddenly fell from the sky, and a large area fell in an instant.

At first, Ibrahim's army was dead, and then there were men and women dressed as civilians. They will only let out loud shouts, and they will only stagger forward, and they will not even be able to hold the weapons in their hands.

And this time. They're dying, too.

Because the people who rushed up behind were basically adult men. Judging from the appearance of these people, it should be Persian farmers who came from all over the country.

Dead people...... It's just too much!

The people who went forward and succeeded, like moths to a fire, rushed to the flat hill and fell down in waves.

This Pinggang has become a flesh and blood grinding plate, strangling the lives of the great cannibals.

watched this scene, but couldn't stop it. This moment. Jafar. Sadiq is desperate!

For the first time, he felt that he was so humble that he could not save a person's life. Thousands of Muslims fell right in front of him, but he could not stop them.

He couldn't do anything.

In despair, there is only a glimmer of hope. That is, he is not dead.

Isfahan is coming to an end, and Ibrahim's army is finished. Allah's kingdom...... For the sake of Allah's kingdom, for the sake of millions of Muslims, he must try to live and try to live.

No matter how humble it is. No matter how unbearable, for Allah's world. You have to live, too.

……

Seeing that the Persian peasants who had been driven had already entered the battlefield, Ma Lan let out a long breath.

According to Mi Xue's previous information from the city of Isfahan, there were three types of people who rushed to die: Ibrahim's elite soldiers, the citizens of Isfahan who volunteered to send them to death, and the Persian Mawaris who were driven from all over the province - whether they were Mawari or not, in front of Ibrahim's army. They can only admit that they are devout and devout Mawari.

The first two groups were no longer present, and now the heads bowed were all adult Persian men. This is the people who are forced to go to the battlefield, and it is the last of the three people. They also came up, and the battle was completely settled.

The rest of the matter is to let the Khino and them come up and pick up the heads.

There was a urging from Ibrahim's soldiers. The Persians rushed forward with courage, and when the rain of arrows fell, they also died in waves.

The dense rain of arrows, indiscriminately covered, some of them wanted to escape, but when they entered the range of the Yuan Rong crossbow, they were soon killed by the new rain of arrows.

Shooting once every three breaths, with the range fine-tuned each time, is similar to the carpet bombing of later generations, but not once, but repeatedly. The steel arrows plowed through the sky over and over again, shooting the people on the ground one by one.

The slope of the flat hill was gentle, but there was too much blood flowing out, and the blood-colored turbidity gathered together and flowed quickly downward.

Under the lead clouds, in front of the gentle slope, the Shia caliph Ibrahim looked happy, slowly urged the war horse, and finally went to Pinggang.

With so many people rushing up, the Tang people must have been torn to pieces. Praise be to Allah, Allah Almighty!

Jafar. Sadiq has not yet been sent back, and the warriors are probably busy chasing down the Tang people, and making Jafar . Sadigh on the battlefield. This is not right, but for the sake of this great victory, he can forgive them this time in the name of the caliphate.

Under the protection of Allah, the Muslims won the ultimate victory.

This battle will be comparable to the victory of the Byzantines in the Jordan Valley a hundred years ago, and the victory of the Great Cannibals over the Persians for the first time.

Allah is Almighty and always on the side of his people. Both of those great victories were inextricably linked to the change of weather, and that was the miracle of Allah, and this time it was the same.

How could such a great victory have not been won without the miracle of Allah?

This heavy rain will be recorded in history as much as the sandstorm when the Great Cannibals first defeated the Izian army, for posterity to sing for generations to come.

Ibrahim thought to himself, a thick smile on his lips.

The last group of Persians rushed forward, and there was no one else behind them, and Caliph Ibrahim and his guards slowly followed, slowly walking forward in the rain and fog.

The rain arrow hit his body extremely painfully, but his heart was extremely happy.

The gentle slope is extremely crowded, so it is not a fast walk. I kept hearing screams in my ears, which seemed to be far away, and it should be in the camp of the Tang people.

It was slowly getting brighter, and Ibrahim barely looked at it with his hands over his forehead. Know that this magical rain is coming to an end.

The victory has been decided, and Allah, the Almighty, no longer needs to show his majesty.

At this time, Ibrahim only hoped that the arrogant Tang general was still alive.

Rai had seen it once, and he remembered this man Ibrahim very well.

That murderous butcher had done so many evil deeds against Allah's people that he would have simply died. It's too cheap for him.

If he were still alive, he would have let him taste all the tortures in the world, and let him suffer before killing him.

……

Summer rainstorms come and go as fast as they come.

From the time the sky began to brighten up until the raindrops stopped falling, it was only a few dozen breaths. In the gaps in the clouds, the sun was even falling.

The blood-colored mist hung over the battlefield, but the vision became much brighter. A rain of arrows fell densely from above the sky, and a large number of figures fell in the open space outside the barracks.

Frightened cries. Suddenly erupted outside the barracks.

After the vision became clear, everyone clearly saw the wave of arrow rain and saw the huge power of the arrow rain.

At this time, the Persian warriors at the front noticed that all the corpses under their feet were under their feet, and none of those corpses were from the Oriental race!

The crossbow arrows of the Tang people can still be used!

The barracks in front of you are still standing still! Jafar. Sadiq was still on the wooden platform, all corpses in front of him!

What a situation this is! Why is this the case!

Fear crept in in an instant. Those who were lucky enough to survive shouted, turned their heads, and fled the way they came. The people behind are still rushing forward. For some reason, he collided with the person in front of him.

Ma Lan stood on the top of the arrow tower, looking at Ibrahim who had already walked up a gentle slope through the thick red mist, with a thick mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he wanted to know how this guy, who had unilaterally declared victory before, would react after seeing the scene in front of him.

this distance. It has entered the range of the new eight-bull crossbow. The new eight-bull crossbow is not afraid of wind and rain, it can still be used, and if he wants to, he can shoot Ibrahim at any time.

But Ma Lan didn't do that, looking at the Shia caliph in the distance. Ma Lan thought it was really interesting.

At this time, everyone saw the situation on the battlefield.

The Anzai athletes, who had already shot a lot of arrows, also saw the whole picture of the battlefield for the first time. Looking at the dense corpses outside, the athletes' faces were happy, but they were silent.

With Ma Lu's order, no one shot outward, and all the athletes quickly turned the winch to rewind the Yuan Rong crossbow.

The Persian warriors began to flee, but Marlin was not prepared to let them go. I don't want to continue firing arrows because I don't need them anymore.

Behind the barracks, there was already the sound of dense horses' hooves. The Turkic miscellaneous soldiers led by Qibiye arrived at the right time.

This kind of thing, just leave it to the Turks. Chasing the dead and chasing the north and fighting a good battle is exactly what the Turks are good at, and it is also the meaning of their existence in the army.

No more arrows rained down, giving the Persians on the hillside time to buffer. The fleeing Persians collided with the Persians rushing forward, and the two sides exchanged quickly, and soon the Persians behind knew what was happening

They were driven from all parts of the province by Ibrahim's army, and they had little desire to fight, and after listening to the rapid and rapid narration of their kindred, and the people behind understood what was happening in front of them, the waves of Persians immediately turned around and fled in all directions.

Standing on a high place and looking down, the flow of people rushing forward suddenly stagnated, and after a while, it immediately collapsed, scattering in all directions like fireworks.

Many people rushed directly in the original direction, Ibrahim and his guards bore the brunt, and there were so many people that more than 100 people were all involved.

The guards were also stunned by the tragic situation on the hillside before, and only then did they react, waving their weapons and slashing at the approaching Persians, and the Persians who dared to approach were directly cut down.

The Persians were about to flee for their lives, but although there were many people, they were scattered, and when they saw that the situation was not good, they hurriedly bypassed and continued to rush down.

Caliph Ibrahim stood in the middle of the guards, staring blankly ahead, his body frozen on his horse. (To be continued.) )