Jerusalem, the holy land, is also the land of blood and misfortune, the two great religions that can dominate the world take this as a holy city, a displaced race regards this place as a promised land given by God, even if it is displaced, it will be haunted by its soul, how many nations have shed blood and tears here under thousands of years of wind and rain. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

For Islam, this is the place of Muhammad's enlightenment, there is the most beautiful mosque in the world, and it is also the place where many Muslims are haunted by their dreams, and many believers must have two places in their lives, one is the pilgrimage to Mecca, one of the five virtues of Islam, and the other is the place where the Holy Muhammad of Jerusalem is enlightened.

Now the place was to be handed over by his own hands, and to the Jews, the Old Scripture electorate, whom the Arabs had always despised and disdained, and even if there was an agreement with the Min, the Jews, and the Byzantines, that Jerusalem would henceforth be designated as a free city, and that any citizen of the three countries who had not committed a crime could make a free pilgrimage, Muawiya was still full of nostalgia.

Walking in the splendid Dome of the Rock in the Flying Rock, the eagle-like eyes of this old owl reveal a deep reluctance.

"Caliph, the combined forces of the Min and the Jews have arrived in Maha, north of Jerusalem, and the Byzantine army is not far from there, so please prepare early." Walking briskly with his head down, Amur said in a low voice.

"These bastards, they're coming fast."

Heroes like Muawiyah, at this time couldn't help but scold a word that was inappropriate, but after scolding, Muawiya still tidied up his shirt and nodded at Amur: "Let's go, let's set the location of the alliance, and we can't fall into the identity of Arabs in front of the infidels and Fujian."

After all, the future of the Umayyad family is more important to Muawiya than religion, but seeing Muawiyah's hands shrunk in his sleeves and walking in front of him in an Arab white robe, the eyes of the Egyptian governor flashed with a strange color.

Jerusalem was actually small in size, with intricate buildings left behind by the various tribes of the city, narrow streets, and horse-drawn carriages walking through the old streets, and Mu'awiyah was in high spirits, looking left and right, and showing off with Amur, who was in the same carriage, with a smile.

"Those stupid camels in the desert finally relented and agreed to follow the old man's son Yazid as the next caliph, and count them wisely. Cheap bones, I don't want to think about it, without our Umayyad family, can the Arab Empire have such a large territory? Without us, they would have to eat sand in the desert with the Koran in their arms! ”

"Old friend, eat."

Casually handing the grape plate to Amur, Mu'awiye continued to say with high spirits: "When that kid from Yezid ascends to the position of caliph, the old man still wants to ask your old friend to be his prime minister, and promote this stunned boy more, haha!"

"As you wish." Hanging his head, Amur whispered in agreement, listening to his answer, Muawiyah couldn't help but smile with joy and smile even more, not noticing that Amur gently pushed the grape plate aside without a trace.

In the salute of the Arab sergeants guarding the gate, the Caliph's chariot guards left the east gate of Jerusalem and headed southeast to the Mount of Olives, about twenty miles from the city, and stopped on an open, dry plateau, full of rocky beaches, where an artificially constructed platform of oath had been erected, and in the center of the platform was a large pit for the burial of the oath.

"Caliph, this is it, the first location!"

Hanging his head, Amur gestured forward to lead the way, but instead of walking straight to the earthen platform, Muawiya took out a bag of wine with concern and handed it over.

"Old friend, look at your hot one, drink something first."

"No, caliph, the old minister is not thirsty." Waving his hand, the sweaty Amur refused again, for fear that Mu'awiya would continue to mention, Amur hurriedly waved his arm to the earth platform again: "Caliph, the workers came to report today, and there are some unusual things dug up in the pit, please take a look."

"Oh?" Frowning, Mu'awiya was really interested, put away the water bag and raised his eyebrows, and followed Amur to walk up, but he struggled to climb to the earthen platform, and looked at the things that were dug up, and Mu'awiya was happy.

"What else should the old man do, it's just some sacrificial items of the old elect, I've seen this thing a lot before, why is the old friend making such a fuss?"

The Mount of Olives was once the main sacrificial area for the Jews, and the nearby city of Jerusalem was originally the site of the Jewish Temple, but under the suppression of the Roman Emperor, the once glorious Jewish Temple has disappeared at this time, leaving only a 50-meter section of the temple wall, which is the famous Wailing Wall in later generations.

Islam was not founded by Muhammad, but revived by him, because ancient legends say that Ibrahim had been inspired by Allah more than a thousand years ago to create Islam, and Islam recognized the scriptures of Christianity and Judaism, believing that the Jewish books and the Bible are also the scriptures that Allah once came, but these scriptures have been artificially modified and distorted, and only the Qur'an is the most authentic scripture that Allah has descended.

Seeing that Amur hung his head and seemed to be embarrassed, Mu'awiya didn't say much, and under this kind of thinking, Mu'awiya also did not destroy the jar of the Jews to worship God, but just waved his hand casually: "Come on, change these things and bury them again!"

A dozen or so soldiers bent over to carry the altar and stood on the towering earthen platform, while Muawiya carefully surveyed the terrain to see if it could be used as a site for the Triple Alliance, but at this juncture, there was a rocky beach, behind a certain boulder, the gray bow was quietly raised, and the arrow on the straightened bowstring was followed, and a brown eye stared at Muawiyah's swaying body.

Fingers snap loose!

Coincidentally, at about the same time, the Arab soldiers in front of Mu'awiya suddenly raised their bodies and stretched their waists, only to hear a thud, long arrows pierced their brains, and spurted blood on Mu'awiyah's white Arab robes.

"There are assassins!"

A terrible shout suddenly sounded, and more than 300 guards beside Mu'awiya left their debris and immediately carefully defended, all of whom were redeemed by the Umayyad family from the hard labor of Fujian, and were loyal to Mu'awiya, more than 200 people approached under the earthen platform, and more than 100 people moved closer to the place where the arrows were fired.

The Assassins, who knew that they had been exposed, lost their patience and jumped out from behind the rocks where they were hiding, and for a moment they sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, fighting with Mu'awiyya's guards in the midst of shouting.

Seeing the assassins in ragged robes pouring out like ants, Mu'awiya immediately subconsciously pressed Amur beside him to the side, pressed his head with his hand to protect him, and looked at the battlefield angrily and cursed: "Damn Havaliji again, these bastards who deserve to go to hell!"

The Hawarijites mean outcasts, and their production has a lot to do with Mu'awiyah and Amur, the decisive battle with Caliph Ali in the Battle of Sui Fen, Mu'awiyah's Syrian army was defeated, and the Egyptian governor Amur came up with the idea of asking the soldiers to carry the Qur'an with guns to ask what to say, Ali was tricked to give Mu'awiya a chance to breathe.

As for whether to negotiate peace with Syria, Ali's camp was divided into the main battle faction and the main peace faction, and the Tamim people, who were dissatisfied with Ali's compromise, broke away from Ali's camp and formed the Hawariji faction, no longer recognized Ali and Mu'awiyah, and set up a separate caliph Abdullah. Root. Wahaisi. Rasibi is the caliph.

This faction, which was indeed radical in the early days of Islamic history, denied all previous authority, considered itself the only true faith, staged several coups d'état in order to seize power, assassinated Caliph Ali, stabbed Mu'awiyah, and was considered a terrorist even in the Arab world.

For the first time, Mu'awiya naturally thought of them, and he didn't notice the wavering and struggle that flashed in Amur's eyes, which were protected by him.

Although there are a large number of assassins, and they are not afraid of death, but after all, Muawiyah's guards are the essence of the entire Syrian army, and they are well-equipped, and under a tragic battle, they were still cut down and killed more than 200 people, and they retreated step by step, but inadvertently, Muawiyah's guards were also killed and spread, and there were no more guards near Tutai.

"Hmph, Wild Dog Sect with undying ambitions, this Caliph will kill you sooner or later! uh."

There was no danger, Mu'awiya finally stood up, looked at the corpse angrily and snorted coldly, but before he could finish speaking disdainfully, suddenly a sharp pain spread out in his chest, covering the arrow inserted in the wound, Mu'awiya looked at Amur in disbelief, who was full of anger and cruelty, but his old eyes were still flowing with old tears.

In an instant, a series of recent events flashed through his mind, these days, Amur has been keeping his head down, refusing to eat a grain of his food or drink a drop of water from him, in Arab culture, only mortal enemies will do this, for fear of receiving a little favor from the enemy and weakening the heart of revenge.

"You, you and I grew up together since childhood, we have known each other for fifty years, I, I almost regard you as my own brother, why, why betray me?"

Thinking about everything, foaming at the blood, Mu'awiyah still held Amur's blood-soaked hand and looked into his eyes in disbelief, but these words seemed to ignite Amur's long-dormant anger.

"You betrayed me first!"

With a roar, Amur pushed the arrow into Mu'awiyah's chest and slammed forward, and behind him was the pit of the Covenant that had been dug.

Holding down Mu'awiya, who was still glaring at him in disbelief and spitting blood from his hand, Amur's dizzy old eyes finally burst into tears.

"Remember, the boy who stared at the sky as a child and was so bold that he wanted to turn the whole world into an Arab ranch? No matter what Allah, no matter what Islam, I have worked hard to assist you all these years just to fulfill your wishes, but you see, what did you do when you came out of the desert? ”

Pointing at Mu'awiyyah's face, Amur cursed angrily: "Grovel to the Min people, and rely on the support of foreign tribes to suppress the Arabs!" What difference do you have now from the puppet kings of the Persians and Byzantines who were spurned in our youth? ”

"The Umayyad family, who was once brave and good at fighting, King Mu'awiyah is dead, dead in the desert, I am not killing you, I am saving you, do you know?"

Grabbing Muawiyah's blood-stained chest, Amur, who was already in his fifties, wept bitterly like a child, grabbing his hand, Muawiyah's dilated pupils seemed to show a trace of gratitude.