After a short battle, the 40,000 Kufa iron cavalry was wiped out, and Abdullah saw the ruthlessness of Ma Lu, and even more saw the strength of the Tang army. He had given up his intention to enter the city of Kufa as a hero after recovering Khorasan, and had no confidence in seizing land from the Tang.

The position of caliph is bound to him, and if he wants to ascend to the throne of the caliph, the Tang people can only be friends and not enemies. Abdullah ventured into the Tang camp alone to express his sincerity of cooperation to the Tang people.

A few thousand war horses are nothing, and more benefits must be given to the Tang people in order to ascend to the position of caliph with the help of the power of the Tang people. For this reason, he had already decided in his mind that it was not only the province of Khorasan and the river that could be given up, but even a much larger area.

Because Abdullah's posture was low enough, the negotiations between him and Ma Lan went extremely smoothly.

……

There were only two people in the tent, Ma Lan and Abdullah, and the ones who had no ears were also kicked out. The area on the delicate marching sand table covers almost half of the Great Food Empire, and the names of each Great Food City are marked on it.

Seeing such a sand table, Abdullah was not ready to bargain with Ma Lan at all. The Tang people knew more about the Great Food Empire than he did, and they obviously came prepared, and there was nothing good to bargain to anger the Tang people.

When Ma Lan opened his mouth not to use Persian, but to speak directly to him in Arabiya, Abdullah had already decided to be a quiet listener.

The area drawn by the Anxi agents is naturally not so large, this sand table is made by Ma Lan himself according to his memory, although it is separated by thousands of years, but the large terrain will not change.

Ma Xuan pointed to the sand table, taking the border of Khorasan Province near the city of Shabul as a starting point, first took a flat line to the west, extending to the ancient city of Rai, and then pointed to the starting point again, and drew a line again, basically vertically to the south, slightly inclined to the west, through the ancient city of Kerman, all the way to the sea.

"Abdullah, I have cut off one of Mansour's strongest arms for you, and I deserve these lands. The whole province of Khorasan, and these two narrow corridors leading to the sea, I think my request should not be excessive. Ma Ling's finger stopped in front of the Strait of Hormuz, looked at Abdullah and smiled.

"Honorable general, although there is an extra corridor, it is not too much." Abdullah smiled, "These are all things that we have negotiated before, and they are all that the general should have. By the way, we also have an agreement, after the capture of Kufa City, the wealth that Mansur is preparing to build a new capital belongs to the general, and the dinars there are piled up in Mansur, so don't forget to get them, the general. ”

Ma Lan smiled: "This is natural." General Ben is a man who keeps his promises, so naturally he will help you take the city of Kufa and get back the wealth that is rightfully mine. Rest assured, I will help you ascend to the throne of the caliphate. ”

Abdullah smiled and nodded, "Thank you, General." ”

Ma Lan looked at the sand table in front of him, with a smile on his face.

The line has been drawn, so you can't just talk about it. These lands now belong to Datang on the sand table, and they will all belong to Datang in the near future.

The ancient city of Rai was called Tehran in the time of his previous life, and the Caspian Sea was not far to the north. The ancient city of Shabul is called Neshapur in later generations, and it is connected to the ancient city of Kerman to form a line, extending to the sea, just the Strait of Hormuz.

This time, the land he demanded was far beyond the province of Khorasan, but extended to a large area of later Iran, covering more than one-third of the territory of later Iran.

Of course, this is a thousand years ago, the Middle East region has not been divided, it is still a whole, the territory of the huge Great Food Empire is far more than one Iran, although Ma Lan's knife is hard enough, but it has not yet involved the fertile two river basins, so Abdullah can still bear it.

No matter what Abdullah thinks in his heart, and no matter who ascends to the position of caliph in the future, as long as Abdullah admits this matter, this land will be permanently ceded to the Tang Dynasty. Whoever wants to take this land from the hands of Datang has to rely on the knife to speak.

Hold this line, more than one-third of the territory of Iran in later generations, as well as the entire territory of Afghanistan and most of Pakistan, have been owned by Datang, plus the land in the river, Datang's westward expansion this time has been a great gain.

It's not that they don't want the fertile land in the valley of the two rivers, but for the Tang Dynasty, it is impossible to immigrate to that area in a short period of time, and they can only focus on Hezhong and Khorasan.

Further away can be controlled, but not immigrated, and for Ma Lu, the land needed by immigrants is the most important thing at the moment. Because only large-scale immigration can ensure that a place permanently belongs to Datang.

This area covers several major food provinces, and they still need to be conquered one by one, but for Ma Lu, seeing these two thin lines representing the land is already in a very good mood.

"Abdullah, these conditions, I need you to write down a contract. Then my army will be able to help you attack Kufa. ”

"Dear General, I am willing to do so. However, this contract should be a secret contract, and it should not be known until the time of the moment. Abdullah said.

Ma Lan smiled and nodded, took out a few pieces of Chengxintang paper, wrote down the content of the agreement with his own hands, and took out a hand-drawn map of the Great Food Empire, drew two thin lines on the map again, and handed it to Abdullah.

Looking at this detailed map, Abdullah was amazed. This map covers even as far away as Tunisia, Damascus and Aleppo. He had never seen such a map.

"If Your Excellency has no objection, please write your name on the deed. Of course, after signing this contract, you will no longer be the governor Abdullah, but the caliph Abdullah. Safah's quotation of the Holy Word implied that you were his successor, and that the position of caliph of the Great Food Empire belonged to you. Ma Lan looked at Abdullah and smiled.

Abdullah did not hesitate and wrote his name on every chapter and map of the contract.

Ma Lan took the contract into his arms, took out a pot of wine, poured a glass for himself and Abdullah, and said, "For the sake of our cooperation, please drink this cup!" ”

Without hesitation, Abdullah took his glass and drank it all.

Ma Lan smiled, he didn't even care about Prohibition, this guy from the Muhammad family really didn't have any piety to believe, and such a realistic person was the best partner.

……

Personally sent Abdullah to the shore, watching this guy ride across the river and run to the military camp opposite, Ma Lan had a smile on his face.

The Syrian army has set up camp, the Chinese army is at the commanding heights opposite, and the Anxi agents below have buried a thousand catties of black powder, but now it seems that it is no longer needed.

A generation of British lords like Mansur must die as soon as possible, and it is too dangerous for a lone army to go deep and take Kufa directly, so cooperating with Abdullah for the time being is the best option. As long as Mansur is dead, the division of the Black Eaters is inevitable. Mansour is definitely an unborn talent, and it is impossible for any one person to become a caliph and have the ability to integrate the inside of the black-clothed food.

Killing Mansur is the key to splitting the Blackcoat, and this must be done as soon as possible. So the next step is to storm Kufa with the Syrian army and get rid of Mansour.

According to the original plan, at this time, it should have been steady and settling the hundreds of thousands of Han people in the immigrant river, but since Niu Xu brought the news that Yang Guozhong led the army to Jiannan to deal with Ge Luofeng with a white body, Ma Lan felt that time was running out.

Once Yang Guozhong returns to Chang'an, his trust in front of the Son of Heaven may collapse at any time, so everything must be done early, and not wait for a successor to deal with it.

Once the black-clothed food is divided, no matter who is the lord of the river in the future, it will be able to deal with it calmly, even if it can't be developed, at least it can be kept.

Therefore, the matter of settling the immigrants can only be left to those staff, and now that Mansur's cavalry is completely wiped out, it is a good time to capture Kufa and kill Mansur in one fell swoop. For this famous guy in history, Ma Lu was extremely jealous, where could he continue to live.

……

In this battle, the biggest loss of the Anxi army was the arrows, under the rolling flood, most of the arrows cast in pure steel were also rolled up, and they were washed downstream along the flood, and after the flood subsided, they fell into the silt, scattered in the wide riverbed, and only a very small part could be recovered.

However, arrows are constantly being transported from Anxi's side, and the army's reserves are sufficient, so Ma Lan is not worried.

Soon after Abdullah returned to the Syrian Legion, a new flag was raised in the camp, and the Syrian Legion soldiers cheered in the barracks, which could be heard clearly across the river.

Ma Lan looked at the banner that read Caliph Abdullah and knew that Abdullah had been prepared for a long time. The soldiers of the Syrian legion had long believed Abdullah's words, believing that Safah had a holy word implying that Abdullah was a caliph, and the generals wanted to use it to make a fortune, so when they saw Abdullah raise the banner, the soldiers and generals were extremely excited.

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Time is not waiting, and when I go back, I have to settle the Han family immigrants of the Eighth Army in Hezhong, so it is naturally a noble soldier.

When the army marched out on the second day, every Anxi athlete had at least one Arabian horse at their disposal. The Syrian army was in front, the new army of Ansi was behind, and the army went all the way to the west, in the direction of the ancient city of Rai.

From here until Rai, the lands have been ceded to the Don Army, and the hometown of the fighters of the Syrian Legion is not here, and no one will feel sorry for these lands.

This is the homeland of Persia, the original territory of the Sassanid Empire, and the control of various cities is naturally controlled by the Persian Dekhgans. The army took every great city on the main road, slaughtered the cities that dared to resist, purged the caliphate of generals and officials in the occupied cities, and selected proxies from the leading party, all in good order.

Fighting again and again, cities slaughtered by resistance, the strength and ruthlessness of the Don Army impressed Abdullah and the soldiers of the Syrian Army more and more, and understood the huge gap between them.

After the ancient city of Rai became the domain of the Tang army, the army turned southwest and headed in the direction of the city of Kufa.

According to the agreement, the ancient city of Rai was the boundary of the Tang Dynasty's land, so from this time on, Ma Lu's Anxi army no longer attacked, but Abdullah, in the name of the caliph, asked the towns along the way to show him allegiance. (To be continued.) )