The Tang people could understand his words, but the Persian soldiers didn't know what he was talking about, and they were still struggling to charge forward one after another.

Bian Lingcheng didn't seem to expect that this guy actually understood the Central Plains dialect, so he couldn't help but be overjoyed, and screamed: "Stop shooting!" Stop archery! ”

Tian Mingyuan's face tightened, the command flag in his hand waved again, and another wave of crossbow arrows flew out and landed in the Persian army.

The Persian general screamed miserably, and turned back and shouted loudly in Persian.

"General, what he said was to tell his men to lay down their arms and stop resisting." Du Huan said in a low voice.

Ma Lan nodded, he was already fluent in Persian, so he naturally heard clearly.

From the east bank of the medicine to the Tang Dynasty, the Persian generals have long become the backbone of the Persians of different tribes. Hearing his order, the Persian soldiers were at a loss, but they chose to stop.

At this time, the Persian soldiers had time to see their surroundings through the light of the fire. Seeing that his side suffered such heavy losses, but did not attack the enemy's camp at all, his morale was immediately depressed.

"Don't shoot anymore, we're down, we're down!" The Persian general, supported by a few soldiers, shouted in pain from a few feet away from the wall.

In the camp, Tian Mingyuan ignored Bian Lingcheng's words, and waved the order flag according to the established rhythm, and the Modao knights did not hesitate, each smashed the crossbow in front of him, and poured out a wave of arrows again, nailing hundreds of Persian soldiers to the ground.

"Ho-ho!" The Persian general glared and howled like a beast from his mouth, looking extremely painful. This kind of injury, he really can't accept.

Bian Lingcheng was a little annoyed and glared at Tian Mingyuan fiercely. Tian Ming didn't even look at him from afar, holding the Ling Qi tightly and silently calculating the time in his heart, preparing to issue the next order.

Bian Lingcheng suddenly woke up to the fact that he had been watching the training of the Anxi New Army these days, and knew that during the war, Tian Mingyuan only obeyed the orders of the main general, and would not listen to the orders of other people. He turned his head to look at Ma Lan and said, "Renjie, if you continue to kill like this, it will be impossible for a certain family to escort a few people back to Beijing to offer their victory." Tell them to stop. ”

"When I go back to Beijing to offer victory, there are too many of these people." Ma Lan smiled.

"The Son of Heaven is merciful, and the merit of being appeased by surrender is greater than killing. Now that the enemy has been broken, why should he create and kill again? Bian Lingcheng frowned.

Ma Ling smiled: "Of the thousands of tigers and wolves, I only have five thousand soldiers under my command, but I am afraid that the bullets will not be able to suppress it." ”

Bian Lingcheng said abruptly: "Renjie is too cautious. The Persian thieves have lost their fear, and where can they pick up again when they lay down their weapons. After all, it is all born and raised by the grandmother, and it is not good to leave a line in work! ”

"Lay down your arms, who said you can't pick them up again? Didn't I do that in the river? Ma Lan smiled.

Bian Lingcheng saw that Ma Ling didn't give him face, and he was also a little angry, and said: "However, although the black-clothed thief is a barbarian, he still knows that if he doesn't kill them all, otherwise Renjie, where will you have a chance to escape." Why is Renjie so stubborn today, he actually plans not to stay! ”

Ma Lan smiled and said, "The black-clothed thief left us alive because he wanted to sell it for money. It was their mistake that they didn't kill us all, how could I make the same mistake again? ”

While the two were talking, Tian Mingyuan had once again commanded the Modao Knights to complete a three-stage attack. At this time, there were less than 3,000 Persian infantry standing, and because of the order given by the Persian general, the Persian soldiers had stopped their useless charge, and all of them stood in a pool of blood in despair.

The Persian general was so grieved and indignant that he threw his scimitar on the ground heavily. Seeing that Bian Lingcheng was about to run away, Ma Ling smiled slightly and waved his hand towards Tian Mingyuan.

Tian Mingyuan put down the order flag, Bian Lingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a wry smile: "Renjie, if you really kill them all, a certain family, as a minister, will have to sue you when you arrive in the palace." ”

Ma Lan smiled: "Thank you angel for letting go." ”

Bian Lingcheng smiled, he was already guarding the position of the middle camp gate, facing the Persian general outside, looking at the Persian general Bian Lingcheng and said loudly: "That general Hu who can speak the Central Plains, come forward to answer!" ”

The Persian general listened, ordered his men to carry him, and slowly walked outside the camp gate.

Each of his knees was shot with an arrow from a seven-stone bow, and both legs were completely useless. Due to excessive blood loss, this guy's face was extremely pale.

"You nonsense, why are you so bold and reckless, you dare to invade the land of my four towns, poison the people and kill the soldiers and civilians, what is the reason?" Bian Lingcheng slowly stood up, stood like a javelin on the back of a camel, looked at the Persian general and said.

The Persian general laughed miserably, slowly lowered his head and said: "There is really a secret in this, the little slave offended the Tang Dynasty, and it is really a favor and revenge." Now that the angel was here, the slave begged the angel to allow the slave to enter the camp and speak. ”

"Good!" Bian Lingcheng's eyes flashed, nodded, and then looked at Ma Lan.

Ma Ling stood on top of the arrow tower, and said with a big stinging smile: "If you want to enter the camp, let your men throw you in." ”

Bian Lingcheng frowned and said, "Why is Renjie so cautious? ”

Ma Ling smiled: "It's not that I'm cautious. Angels also have a lot of knowledge, have you ever heard that there is a battle to kill 20,000 enemies and not lose a single person? We will have to do this battle soon, and this matter will be reported, and the angel's credit is not small, so why take risks? In case these people rush in and kill and injure my Han family's sons, wouldn't it be a failure! ”

Bian Lingcheng listened and nodded again and again. He followed Ma Lan to rush from Anxi to Shule, and participated in this march in order to make merits, and now Ma Lan said this, Bian Lingcheng felt that it was very reasonable, and he did not want to let this achievement be threatened in any way.

"That being the case, then Posnu, go into the camp and speak on your own!"

The Persian general had no choice but to order two strong men to throw him out of the fence with a slam of his hand. The two Persian soldiers, I don't know whether they were intentional or unintentional, actually threw the Persian general in front of Bian Lingcheng. Bian Lingcheng snorted coldly and jumped over, and it was easy to get on the back of another camel, but the Persian general fell heavily to the ground, and let out a miserable howl in pain.

Bian Lingcheng's hand was extremely beautiful, Ma Ling cheered in his heart, only then did he know that Bian Lingcheng was really a practitioner, and he was really hidden before. Although he is a eunuch, he also has some skills, no wonder he does not want to stay in the palace for a long time, but instead goes to Anxi again and again to get credit.

Ma Ling helped Feng Changqing slowly walk down the arrow tower, and Bian Lingcheng also jumped off the back of the camel. Bian Lingcheng looked at the Persian general and said with a smile: "Being able to see the identity of a certain family, you know a lot about Datang." Tell me, what do you want to tell us when you come into camp? ”

The Persian general looked miserable, and said with a miserable laugh: "The little slave came to Anxi from afar, just to find a way out for these tens of thousands of embarrassed and helpless people. I originally wanted to win the last time first to get more benefits, but I didn't expect to lose so badly! Now, the little slave can no longer hide his identity, and pray that the Son of Heaven will look at the past love and give these slaves a place to settle down, and the little slave will definitely serve the Tang Dynasty wholeheartedly, and there will be no two hearts! ”

When everyone saw that he said strangely, they were all a little confused. Seeing that everyone did not understand what he meant, the Persian general laughed miserably, put his hand into his bosom, and took out an extremely simple brocade box.

"Angel, please see, there is something in it that can indicate the identity of the little slave. The little slave should have been lowered directly, but the little slave was obsessed with his mind and wanted to show his ability in front of the king, but it turned out to be self-defeating and killed so many people in vain. ”

Bian Lingcheng opened the brocade box and took out a yellowed document from it, as well as a small seal letter.

After reading the contents of the document, and carefully identifying the seal letter on the other side, Bian Lingcheng looked strange, looked at the Persian general and said: "You are a descendant of the king of Persia, the descendant of the general Zuo Weiwei, the Nini Division?" ”

The Persian general laughed miserably and nodded: "The father of the little slave is Pushang, and the Nineshi is the grandfather of the little slave. ”

Bian Lingcheng nodded, suddenly became angry, and said angrily: "Since I am the descendant of the Nirvana Master, my Datang is not thin on your family, why do you help the people of Datang like this, and help the black-clothed thief kill my Datang people!" A few years ago, your father and a messenger came to Chang'an to meet you, and now you are leading the army to attack the Tang Dynasty, you are really ungrateful and crazy! ”

Ma Ling took the document and seal letter from Bian Lingcheng's hand, and read it with Feng Changqing in the light of the fire. Looking at this extremely miserable guy, Ma Lan also felt extremely ridiculous.

At the time of the Sassanid Empire, Zoroastrianism was the state religion and the enemy of Byzantium for generations, and it was one of the most prosperous dynasties in Persia. At that time, the Great Eclipse was internally fragmented and was a subsidiary of the Sassanid Empire. Later, Mokomat claimed to have been inspired by heaven and founded Protestantism to unite the Great Cannibals, which defeated the Sassanid Empire, occupied all the territory of the Sassanid Empire, and established the Umayyad Dynasty in the homeland of the Sassanid Empire, the so-called White Clothes Great Eclipse.

The last emperor of the Sassanid Empire fled to China and was killed on the way, but his son Balus managed to escape to the Tang Dynasty and asked the Tang Emperor for help. Emperor Gaozong then established the Persian Governorate, with Balus as the governor. After the big food momentum, continuous expansion, Balus could not stand, had to flee to Chang'an again, was named the general of the right military guard, and later died of illness in Chang'an.

In the first year of Tiaolu, Pei Xingjian re-established the four towns, and used the false plan of destroying the enemy, which was to recruit more than 10,000 sons of Haoqiang in Xizhou under the banner of escorting Balus's son Ninishi back to his homeland in Persia. After Pei Xingjian succeeded, he did not really escort the Ninishi back to Persia, but only walked to the broken leaves, and then ordered the Ninishi to return to China on his own.

Ninishi took more than 1,000 followers to Tocharo, stayed in the mountains for more than 20 years without success, and later, under the pressure of the Great Food Soldiers, he returned to Chang'an, was named General Zuo Weiwei, and died of old age in Chang'an like his father. Pushang, the son of Ninishi, stayed in the Tocharian Mountains to continue his activities, and the Tang Dynasty still called Pushang the king of Persia, and Pushang's envoys still often went to Chang'an to pay tribute.

This middle-aged man is actually the son of Pushang. The descendant of this family who survived under the wings of the Tang Dynasty actually appeared in front of him in this way, and for a while, Ma Lu also felt extremely strange.