After the Great Breakout under the Holy City of Jerusalem, the border between Damin and the Arab Empire basically maintained the boundary equivalent to the border between Iraq and Iraq in later generations, from the Caspian Sea to the Zagros Mountains, the geographical dividing line cut the national border.

However, after the war, the enterprising Min people pushed the border from the Zagros Mountains to the west, established towns and forts near the Cavell Salt Desert, and some Persian merchants and Tang people came with trade, and the Arab governor of Basra did not fight back, tacitly acknowledging that this part of the territory belonged to the Great Min.

Because of the profits of commercial trade, the governor of Basra even sent troops to defend the roads between these trade points at one point.

However, it was at a time when the Abbasids were still in power, and the governor of Damascus was able to command the nearby Bedouin tribes, large and small, as well as the tribes of Yemen and Oman in the south of the desert, and as the central authority of the Arab Empire waned, the rich region began to become agitated again, with the Arabs of the south and the Arabs of the north fighting each other, and the nomadic Bedouins plundering the local farming Persians.

Especially as a trade route, the wealthy towns of the Great Min in the southwest of the Zagros Mountains have become the target of plunder, because the main defense force of the Min army is still in the precipitous checkpoints of various valleys in the Zagros Mountains, and the southwest is only more than a dozen more than 10,000 soldiers to defend, in the face of the pervasive nomadic Bedouin cavalry, these troops seem to be stretched.

The border towns have not been looted once or twice, across the vast Zagros Mountains of Gaosong, the ministers of Fujian did not take it seriously, but this time, as many as 30,000 nomadic cavalry broke through the important towns of the western border pass, and thus invaded the middle of the Zagros Mountains, and sacked the ancient city of Shiraz, an important town in Fujian, but for the first time.

Although in the mountains, Shiraz is the largest agricultural state in southern Khorasan, and the fertile and rich basins near the city are vast, somewhat similar to the Bashu Sichuan Basin in China, and the roses here are a must, and the rich agriculture provided Persia's most romantic poets, artists, and fine silverware was once exported to Chang'an.

It is so rich that even the ancient Persian empire Cyrus the Great once set up its capital here.

Shiraz was once affected by the Arab invasion, but after the Damin took over the region, it flourished again under the almost global merchant trade, and countless Hu and Han merchants opened rose workshops here, selling refined rose essential oil, dried rose petals, and rose fruits all over the world.

In order to rescue such a romantic and rich city, between the rugged mountain roads, a crooked army is rushing there at "extreme speed".

"Oops, people's feet hurt so much!"

Carrying a huge marching gift bag, while walking, the one-meter* "delicate" bearded man Lu Han kept "losing his face" and shaking his cowhide military boots and big feet, as for the famous boy in the village who dug dung at the other end, the son-in-law brother of one of the branches of the Taiyuan Wang clan couldn't stop wiping his face with a handkerchief.

"Oops, I hate it, it's dirty!"

Normally, the main general of the army should be in the center of the entire army, but in this army, the unprecedented general flag is at the end of the whole army, because Xue Ne is worried that if these sour talents fall behind, can they be starved to death on the road?

Even if he carried the rations for the three-day march and did not have the food class that Zuo Jin Wuwei had fallen, Xue Ne really doubted that these college students of the Fujian Kingdom would be able to cook, and if one died, he would have to compensate the King of Min three times the amount of silver!

"Your Majesty, on a whim, why did you establish such a baby soldier?"

Even though he was infinitely loyal and adored to Li Jie, lazily lying on the horse, Xue Ne couldn't help but complain with resentment.

Zhonglang General sighed in the sigh of the adult, the long worm-like army was at the front, and his focus was on the descendants of the Shangqiu Song clan, Song Jing and Song Chuhe, the big fat man, was dancing with his eyebrows and pulling a group of sour shows to boast non-stop, so that when the marching army came to him, he puffed up a big bag, like a long worm that swallowed a mouse.

"I've been to Shiraz many times, and it's a wonderful place, with mountains on all sides, a misty river flowing through the middle of the basin, farmland on both sides, and the green wheat that turns golden in autumn, and it's a beautiful sight."

"Especially on the west mountain, a large rose field, in full bloom, thousands of purples and reds, a hundred flowers are vibrant, the beauty there is breathtaking, wow, my vocabulary can no longer describe the moving beauty!"

Speaking with flying eyebrows, Song Fatzi's colorful speech attracted a lot of sour Xiucai who also shook their heads, or admired, or longed, but this kung fu, a discordant voice swallowing saliva sounded in the middle.

"I know I know that the rose gold filigree is the best there, and there is a paradise garden in the city, full of beautiful trees and flowers, and the ruins of the royal gardens of the ancient Persians, and a fountain promenade is very romantic, but unfortunately I have not been there."

"But I have a landscape painting there, you see!"

The crisp voice is delicate like a woman, in fact, the owner of the voice is also very girly, thin and delicate figure, a white and tender face that can be broken by blowing, even a caterpillar-like thick black beard can't hide this kind of girlishness, but it is completely different from Lu Han's mother, Lu Han is a male version of a female man, this kid is a thorough little fresh meat.

Seeing her wide armor open, ignoring the dissuasion of another sissy soldier behind her, revealing a master-level sketch inside, painted with watercolor on the outside, and a lifelike picture, a group of sour talents all surrounded her with a sigh, looking at the scenery in the painting as if she was fascinated, and a lot of sour poems and sour words suddenly came out.

Seeing that the limelight was robbed, Song Chuhe's fat face suddenly turned bitter and hateful, and he looked at it sadly.

A trace of electric light came out of his eyes, and he and this guy named Li Ming really had a bitter hatred.

On the first day, he brought him the title of a fat pig, and he also made a vigorous defense that he was fat, and he was blessed! Zhu, red also! This is called Hongfu Qitian, which made a team of sour talents look at him and can't help but call Brother Hongfu.

The next day, this little sissy occupied his position as the head of the team again, God knows that he came there so many good things, and the brigade rate was dizzy by him in vain, and finally on the third day, he gave full play to his knowledgeable experience, and the limelight was robbed by this kid.

Seeing that a little electric light flashed in Song Chuhe's eyes, Yao Yuanzhi, his friend Yao Yuanzhi, who finally did not rebel, reluctantly patted his broad shoulders with amusement.

"Okay, Brother Song, Brother Li actually doesn't have any malicious intent, after he serves as the head of the team, the food of our team is not better, so that Brother Song can eat enough, besides, Brother Song has always been indifferent to fame and fortune, and he won't worry about Brother Li like this little girl, right?"

"That's, who cares about his little girl!"

The corners of his mouth twitched wildly, Song Chuhekou said incorrectly, who knew that Yao Chong, who had a wicked smile on his face, immediately patted him on the shoulder with great joy: "I know that Brother Song is magnanimous, in this case, my brother also went to take a look, Paradise Garden is a forbidden place for royal gardens, and beautiful pictures are hard to find, tsk!" ”

Seeing that this bad friend also abandoned himself, Song Chuhe really almost got out of breath and vomited blood.

In the rugged Zagros Mountains, it was already the third day of the ascetic march, but fortunately, the ban on not speaking between the troops was of no use to this army, and it was not so difficult to talk and laugh and write poetry.

Especially the sound of small fresh meat like silver bells in front of the team.

"I've heard that Shiraz's rose perfume is the most famous in Fujian, and the best is to be distilled with dew for the first time in the autumn roses just picked in the Paradise River Valley, these perfumes are in limited supply, and there can only be a small bottle a year, this time, I must buy a big barrel to take back, no, two large barrels!"

Two small fists swayed in front of his cheeks, and the little fresh meat Li Ming said very cutely viciously, and Song Chuhe was depressed for a while.

Halfway through, the only one who caught a weakness of this kid, he said that he liked perfume, and Song Chuhe, who finally fought back, immediately had a burst of clouds in his eyes, what a manly husband, how can a hero like the things of a woman's family, who knows that this kid doesn't care about it and replied confidently.

"People just like perfume, what's wrong?"

This is good, a group of white-eyed wolves who originally called Song Chuhe brothers and sisters all defected, quoting scriptures and shouting about how the ancient sages liked perfume, so far-fetched that they were almost unreasonable, and once again made Song Chuhe vomit three liters of blood and fell to the ground and died.

Listening to this kid blowing the cowhide with great interest, Song Chuhe, who had been abused thousands of times, really didn't have the heart to fight with her, and said weakly and lazily: "Heaven Rose Perfume is very expensive, Brother Yao gritted his teeth and saved the silver money sent by his family for three months in order to chase the eldest lady of the Zhu family, and then bought a small bottle." ”

"If it's a bucket, you can't buy it without twenty Fujian gold coins."

The exchange rate of Fujian, one silver coin is two yuan, one large Min gold coin can be exchanged for ten silver coins, and twenty is four hundred yuan, and the average middle-class family is also this number, and it is also a lot of money for a wealthy family like Song Chuhe, Song Chuhe lazily wanted to persuade Li Ming to dispel this idea of not knowing the height of the sky.

Who knows, with an innocent face, Li Ming turned around in astonishment and asked, "Is twenty gold coins a lot?" ”

That expression was absolutely unpretentious, from the heart, but it was even more hurtful, listening to the cold air of the sour Xiucai of the colleagues around him, Song Chuhe didn't even have the strength to vomit blood, he wanted to cry.

However, at this time, the cavalry in front of the army suddenly let out a burst of exclamations, and the entire army formation was in chaos.

Song Chuhe's team, who was walking in front, squeezed over directly, standing at the gap in the mountain and looking at it from a distance, Song Chuhe's chin almost didn't fall, and Li Ming's handsome and beautiful little face was also pale, looking ahead incredibly......