May of the thirteenth year of Datang Tianbao.

The city of Anbar is located outside the ancient city of Kufa, almost connected to the city of Kufa, and is considered the acropolis of the city of Kufa. This small city was home to the palace of Abbasid, the first caliph of the Black Eaters.

Harry is sick, very sick, and will soon return to the arms of Allah, which is something that everyone in the royal palace knows.

No one wanted to approach the Caliph's chambers, not even his closest brother, Dzhelfar. Abu. Abbas. Safah lay on the sickbed, trying to open his eyes and look at the roof, praying silently in his heart.

The position of the caliph was supposed to belong to the family of the Prophet Muhammad, but it ended up in the hands of the Prophet's former enemies. More than 100 years later, the caliph was finally in the hands of the descendants of the Prophet Muhammad, and this was one of the things he was most proud of.

People in such high positions as him are more interested in power and are less devout to Allah. And in the last moments of his life, Abbas had great hope that Allah existed.

In Noda's room, there were only two concubines who accompanied him until the end of his life, a Kurdish concubine and a Sogdian concubine. They were not reluctant to let him go, but because they were all people who had been tested by this terrible disease, so they were willing to stay with him.

The two concubines are both under the age of twenty, which is the most beautiful age. Abbas's gaze swept over the two of them, and there was endless regret in his eyes.

The two concubines had just been snatched from the merchants' houses in Kufa City, and before he could even eat them, a terrible disease entangled him. When he died, the two beautiful maidens did not know who would fall into their hands.

The biggest possibility is his ambitious younger brother. His brother hadn't seen him since he was lying in bed and couldn't get up. Listening to the guards outside the window, he knew that his brother was ready to change his name to Mansur, just waiting for him to close his eyes and take over the helm of the empire.

Good luck with Jelfar! Abbas thought to himself.

It was a large and fragile empire, with too much power held by the governors and generals of the provinces, the Ali family still did not give up the position of caliphate, and the remnants of the Umayyad family awaited their opportunity in distant Spain.

That mighty Persian Mawari and. Posilin is dead, and there is no one who has the absolute power to subdue these evil fellows. When he also leaves this world, I don't know if his younger brother will be able to sit in this position.

The mighty Persian slave had been the sharpest knife in his hand, but now the knife had been broken, and it had done him great damage as it broke. I don't know why he would listen to the nonsense of that despicable Tang general, thinking that he had conspired with the Tang people to plot against him. - Of course, I was ready to plot against him, but it wasn't time yet.

"That damn guy!" Abbas cursed inwardly.

He came from the family of the Prophet Muhammad, but his power came not from the noble Arabyans, but from the lowly Persian Mawari. He set up his palace here, far away from the province of Khorasan, because he wanted to stay away from the lowly Mawari.

However, he had to rely on their strength, and the army of the empire and the guard of the royal palace could only be held by the Persian Mavari, because the Arabians did not recognize him and his brother at all, they had no roots among the Arabians, and no Arabians were willing to be loyal to them.

The last words of the powerful Persian slave aroused the hatred of a large number of Persian Mawari against him, and the Persian Mawari fell into a complete split, and the throne based on the Persian Mavari was already crumbling.

Rebellions were frequent, and even in the palace, there had been several assassinations against him in the course of a year. The killers were all his palace guards, the ones who had listened to the last words of Bosnupo Sirin.

He worked diligently to maintain the rule of the empire, striving to gain the trust of his army and guards, quelling rebellions everywhere, forbidding the Persians from fighting the Rivermen, and trying to secure the foundation of the throne. Everything was going for the better, and at this very time, he contracted this terrible disease!

The best doctors had already asserted that he would not survive, and Abbas knew that his time was short. The riverside in early summer should be full of life, but in his life it is already twilight.

At this time, in addition to the Persian slaves, the person he hated the most was the Tang general.

If it weren't for his rhetoric, how could the loyal Persian slaves see him as an enemy, and how would the Persian Marvaris be divided. Now that he had reached this point, he didn't know if his brother would be able to stabilize the entire empire.

With endless regret, Abbas slowly closed his eyes. At this moment, he only hoped that the Kingdom of Allah was real, even though he had never believed it before.

……

For the nobles of Anbar and nearby Kufa, the news of Harry's serious illness was no secret. So when the news of Abbas's death came, people were not shocked.

The most important thing for these nobles is to elect a new caliph and make a fortune with the help of this thing.

Emissaries from various powers continued to deliver this important news to every province of the empire. In a huge manor outside the city of Kufa, a few camels also galloped out at a fast pace, galloping towards the east.

The Sogdians and the Eastern Persians were of the same origin, so it was not difficult for the Sogdians to dress up as Persians. Mi Xue, the leader of Anxi's secret agents, was originally a Xinghu woman, and Zhao Yang and others also pretended to be Persians, and walked on the road without attracting the attention of others.

This news is the news that the general has been waiting for, and it must be transmitted to the city as soon as possible.

Abbas's funeral was carried out in a hurry, and in the mosque of the city of Kufa, Djerfar declared himself caliph and called himself al-Mansur, with the unanimous support of the prime minister and ministers.

Kufa City is in the west of the Persian homeland, but the Khorasan Province is the easternmost province, and by the time the Persians in Mulu City learned the news, it was already June of the thirteenth year of Tianbao.

The current owner of Mulu City is named Hajid. After his death, Posilin was appointed governor of the Eastern Province. For more than two years, he had been busy suppressing rebellions everywhere and enforcing the caliph's strict order forbidding the Persians to cross the Wuhu waters to attack the Sogdians and Tang on the other side. Now that he heard the news of the death of the caliph, Hajd immediately ordered his 20,000 elite soldiers to leave Mulu City, and sent orders to the Persian tribes everywhere, ordering them to join the army with weapons and rush to Wuhushui together, so as to teach the Sogdians and the arrogant Tang people a good lesson.

Hajd was a warlike man, and for more than two years he had been extremely aggrieved in carrying out the orders of the caliph, and the Persians east of the Wuhu River were of the same race as him, and most of them were killed by the Sogdians in the river, and a few escaped by chance, but the caliph was not prepared to attack him, which put him under great pressure. And the frequent rebellions throughout Khorasan also seemed to him to have something to do with it.

As long as he defeated the Tang people, he would be able to wash away the shame of these two years and unite the Khorasan people around him. What Ziad was able to do in Talas at the beginning, he may not be able to do.

He also participated in the Battle of Talas, when Ziad had no more than 10,000 elite soldiers, but now he has 20,000 regular troops in his hands, and with the cooperation of angry tribal soldiers, the situation is much better than when Ziad defeated the Tang.

No matter how powerful the Tang people are, they can't withstand the large number of people, which has been proven in Talas Chuan. Now that the Tang people have actually arrived in the city of Catch, which is farther away from their homeland than Talas, Hajid has enough confidence in defeating the Tang people.

He was not devout to Allah, but he prayed in his heart that Allah would bless the Persians to victory in this battle.

All the way in the direction of the city, along the way, there are tribes leading troops to join. The Tang rangers continued to harass the banks of the Wuhu River, and there were no Persians left in the oasis. Everyone was extremely angry at the arrogance of the Tang people, and now that they have been summoned by the Governor, they are all extremely excited.

……

Drink City.

Ma Lan slowly galloped out with 10,000 new Anxi troops, followed by more than 10,000 Turkic miscellaneous soldiers.

Hajid continued to entrap the Persian tribes all the way, so the speed of the march was extremely slow, although Ma Lu had already known the news, so he waited until this time to send troops.

Originally, he was waiting for the envoy of Abdullah, the governor of Syria and the emperor's uncle, but he didn't expect Hajd to send it to the door himself. If you dare to come, don't think about going back.

The more Persian tribes who came, the better, just to catch them all, and save the troops to find them after the Wuhu water.

The time of Abbas's death is the same as recorded in history, which means that his influence on history has not yet affected the distant city of Kufa.

Anxi's secret agents had already spread to Kufa City, and Mi Xue and Zhao Yang personally galloped all the way back from Kufa City to deliver the news, and when the news of the caliph's death had not yet reached Mulu, he had actually known about it a long time ago.

"General, how are we going to fight this time?" A Turkic general rode up from behind, carrying a heavy mace in his hand, and looked at Ma Lu respectfully.

This guy is none other than Qi Biye, and he can be regarded as Ma Lan's old subordinate. After following Ma Lu back to Anxi, Qi Biye returned to Yingsa River near Yanqi with the warriors of the same clan, but soon after he couldn't bear the loneliness, and brought a group of clansmen across the green ridge to the river, helping to sweep away the Persians, which was the first batch of mercenaries under Duai.

Because of his relationship with Ma Lu, he had great respect for him, and he hired more and more Turkic soldiers, and he had always served as the leader, and now nearly 30,000 Turkic warriors from the Fergana Basin and the Thousand Springs steppe are all following his orders.

"If you destroy the enemy, you only need to plunder, and the distribution of the spoils is still the old rule." Ma Lan smiled faintly.

"General Xie!" Qi Biye said with a smile, "The Persian thief is the richest, and I am afraid that the harvest will not be small this time." ”

"How the harvest is, you will know if you break Mulu City." Ma Lan said lightly.

"The general wants to take Mulu directly?" Qi Bino wondered.

"He dares to come and attack my fishing city, how can I not take his wooden deer! Let your men polish their knives and plunder the city for three days! Ma Lu said coldly. (To be continued.) )