"General Tang told me a sentence that a weak country has no diplomacy. He has already made his intentions clear that his ambitions will not stop in the Zagros Mountains. His power is strong, and we can't do anything about it now. The earless Persian merchant shook his head, "Let's go back and let the Caliph decide this matter." But it's probably certain that we'll leave Damascus. ”

"Damascus is my home, and I don't want to leave there." Antar looked at the hill in the distance and said in a low voice, "If we go and kill that Tang general, will things turn around?" ”

"Antar, we can't kill him."

"How do you know if you don't try?" Antar's eyes flickered with wildfire, "If you don't try, how can you be willing?" Do you just go back like this, and run away from Damascus like a dog? It's my home! ”

The Persian merchant reached out and touched his head, shook his head, and said, "Antar, that is the strongest warrior in the East, and both of my ears were cut off by him. At that time, many of us were defeated by him alone, dozens of people, and I was the only one who survived, and I only survived because he needed me to send a message to our caliphate...... Antar, your skills are not better than mine, and there are so many of us combined, and we are no match for him. Do not be delusional, Antar, we are the messengers of the caliphate, and now we have to return to the royal palace in Damascus and report this man's words to our caliphs. ”

The young court guard looked at the earless merchant: "I have to say, you have lost your original courage. General Tang wants my hometown, I want his life! You go first, I'm going to give it a try! No one else. I'll do it alone! ”

After speaking, the young guard glanced haughtily at the earless merchant. With a Damascus scimitar in hand, he ran to the grass beside the road. Soon it was gone.

"Antar! Antar! The merchant's face changed dramatically, and he lowered his voice and shouted angrily, but the guard did not come out again.

The merchant was worried, shook his head helplessly, and muttered, "I hope you can succeed...... If it doesn't succeed, it will bring disaster to the caliph! After speaking, he got off the war horse with a tense face, and quickly walked towards the way he came.

Damascus...... It's a beautiful place, and he doesn't want to run away from it. If Antar could really succeed, then perhaps the crisis would be resolved, but thinking of the ruthlessness of the Tang general's action, the merchant understood that Antar's chances of success were extremely slim.

At this point, it is impossible to stop it. He just wanted to leave the area covered by the Don scouts as soon as possible, cross the Zagros Mountains as soon as possible, and bring the news back to Damascus. If you leave too slowly, the Tang people, who are enraged by Antar, will catch up, and you will have to lose your life.

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Night fell, and the lights on the hill where the Tang army camped were brilliantly lit. Under the hill. A large number of caravans were scattered around, and these were the caravans that the Dekhgans supplied the Don army. Each has its own guard.

On the hill, the Tang people are burying pots and cooking, and the merchants under the hill are also busy. The number of caravans following the army was much larger than that of the army, and now the camp was full of people.

These caravans came from different places, some of them followed the army since they captured the city, some came from Mulu, some from Shabuyer or Herat, and a few were caravans from Dehgan from the newly conquered regions. They didn't know each other before, but now they are gathered together under the banner of the Tang Dynasty, and because of the Tang Army, they can also live in harmony with each other. It was dinner time, and the people of the caravans were busy, and a young Persian youth entered the camp without much attention.

Time passed, and the young man walked around the camp in a rather leisurely manner. In the Tang army camp on the hill, after the Tang army finished dinner, the lights were much less, probably beginning to rest, but the caravan's camp was still lively.

Every day, the Tang army advanced very slowly, and these merchants did not feel tired, so after a day's journey, they were still in the mood to relax, many people were talking about the harvest of buying trophies along the way, and some people directly set up stalls in the camp to sell some things.

The merchants' camp was scattered and far from the Tang army's camp, and the trenches outside the Tang army's camp were full of barbed wire, and in the night it looked like a fierce beast trying to devour its prey. The young man wandered around the caravan camp at the foot of the hill, watching a group of scouts gallop out of the Tang army camp with torches held high, and another scout galloped back from a distance with torches.

As time passed, the merchants of the caravan grew tired, and the camp slowly became deserted. On the side of the Tang Army's camp, there were fewer and fewer scout squads coming in and out, and in the end, the camp gate was finally completely closed.

At this time, the figure of the young man also disappeared from the camp.

The camp of the Anxi Army was very orderly, and the trenches were meticulously barbed wire. On top of the arrow tower, the soldiers stood on it with great vigilance, watching the movement in the night below.

When the young man appeared outside the trench, he had nothing to do with him, except for a Damascus scimitar, which was hidden in a scabbard.

The avenue in and out of the camp gate was left between the trenches, and the camp gate behind it was closed, and the young man's eyes shone slightly, and he walked along the slope to a position far away from the avenue, and jumped directly into the outermost trench.

"Poof!" There was a soft sound, and the young man only felt a sudden pain under his feet, and he almost screamed. He gritted his teeth suddenly before he held back, and stepped on the ground with his other foot, but he snorted sullenly.

Both feet were in pain, the young man slowly squatted down, and saw that there was a faint cold glow on the ground, and the surface of both feet was already red, and a few black mangs were revealed from the top of his feet.

He had just jumped into the trench, and his feet had been pierced by thistles.

This kind of thing has three sharp thorns, and there must be a sharp thorn facing upwards when thrown on the ground, and the young man is not familiar with the Anxi army, and he did not notice that there is an iron thistle in the trench, and he immediately fell into the road.

Antar cursed in his heart, before this began, his feet had already been wasted. Although this kind of injury was not fatal, it was definitely not light, and it was impossible to assassinate the Tang general again after being pierced through the soles of his feet to the table by so many spikes.

After cleaning up the surrounding thistles, revealing a clearing, Antar slowly sat down, endured the severe pain, and suddenly pulled out the spikes on his feet, and immediately bled profusely.

Wrapping his feet in a cloth, Antar secretly said in his heart that this assassination could not be carried out, and was about to climb out of the trench, when he suddenly heard low footsteps coming, his heart suddenly tightened, and he hurriedly lowered his body and did not dare to move.

The footsteps were very chaotic, but they stopped when they reached the ears. Gripping the hilt of the scimitar, Antar lay on his back on the cleared clearing, ready to strike. He was the caliph's bodyguard, the captain of the guards in the Damascus court, and his skills were not weak, but the injuries to his feet greatly affected his combat ability.

No figure appeared, but a strange object came into view.

It was a long ladder, the front covered with a thick cloth, and it was built on the barbed wire fence behind the trench, and it did not make a sound because of the wrapping of the cloth. After the ladder was placed on the barbed wire, it shook a few more times, again without making any sound.

Then a figure appeared on top of the ladder, lying on it.

Antar stared at it as the figure slowly climbed up the ladder.

Those who came here like this are definitely not Tang Jun or Tang Jun's allies, but people who have similar ideas to him. But it was certainly not a caliphate, it should be a subordinate of another caliph.

Such a person cannot be counted as an ally, and neither the other two caliphs are supporters or subordinates, nor are they friends.

However, at this time, Antar hopes that the people who come will succeed so that he will not leave his hometown of Damascus and embark on a wandering journey. He can't make a move now, it's just a human being.

The trench was wide enough, and the barbed wire behind it was so strong that the first man had not yet climbed over, and the second figure had already appeared on the ladder. Not far away, two more ladders were erected one after another, and it was obvious that there were quite a few people coming.

"That's a good idea!" Antar thought to himself.

It seems that these people who came here know a lot about the Tang Army's camp, so they will use such methods. Creeping figures appeared on all three ladders, and one by one they slowly crawled over and disappeared behind the mound behind the barbed wire.

Antar lay in the trench and counted, and in a moment a dozen people had passed, and the Tang army camp still did not seem to notice.

He was injured in the foot, even these people can't afford to provoke them, there are three layers of trenches, those people need to go through two more trenches before they can approach the fence of the camp, he can't see whether those people have passed, but he really hopes that those people can succeed, it is best to rush into the barracks, and deal with the Tang general.

The people who were crossing the trench did not notice Antar below, it was already dark and Antar was hidden in the dark, so they did not see him.

After a while, all three ladders moved forward and disappeared behind the barbed wire, and Antar understood that the men had already crossed the first trench, and that there were forty-three people in the past, all of whom seemed to move quite neatly, and all of them were obviously armed with a certain amount of force.

Forty-three people, as an assassin, the lineup is a little larger, and if it is an open attack, it seems to be a little small.

Antar had a tingling pain in his foot, and he waited a short time before slowly standing up. At this moment, an angry shout rang out in the Tang army camp, and then a sharp whistling sounded.

The next moment, a tall figure fell from behind the barbed wire and slammed into Antar's head.

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I stayed up a little late last night, and I forgot to release it after I finished writing, so I'm really sorry brothers. Forgive me, brothers, part-time writing is very tiring, and sometimes I really can't spare time. If possible, I'll find time to add a new chapter as compensation.,Forgive me.。 (To be continued......)