Ctesiphon, Sassanid Palace.:.

Under the prototype dome building, the gray and yellow walls are full of precious 'Bo' tapestries, the 'exquisite' marble statues from Greece and Rome are placed in the cloister, the furniture in the palace is all made of precious snow-capped wood, and the gold and silver wine utensils on the table are almost dazzling to the human eye, but the reflection on it is a pair of bloodshot eyes.

Sitting on the golden throne of the royal court wrapped in gold and cold, Mu'awiyya's wolf-like face, stubbornly against the gold bottles stacked in front of him, the atmosphere was frozen and almost suffocated, kneeling on the ground and trembling like a newborn mouse, for a long time, the unlucky Arab general trembled and squeezed out these difficult words.

"Ha, caliph, Ankara is lost, and now, now the Byzantine army has broken through Ancatolia and is marching towards Antioch at any time, and may rush to the rear of our army......"

"Got it, you go down."

The unlucky Arab general raised his head in disbelief, he didn't expect that he would be let go like this, and he didn't dare to put one more fart, and the Arab general crawled out of the 'door' with a rolling belt, leaving behind a dead silence all over the palace.

"Ah!!h

Suddenly, like a wild wolf roaring, Mu'awiya jumped up, and the table that had just been filled with gold and silver utensils flew out directly, and the gold and silver wine utensils carved by the craftsman's 'fine' heart were pressed into cakes, and Mu'awiyah, who was especially incomprehensible, jumped on it and trampled violently, and kept cursing in his mouth: "The Tang people who should be cursed, the Tang people who should go to hell, this caliph must destroy your people, not one is left, kill all, kill, kill, kill!"

The roar of hiss echoed in the palace, and Muawiyah couldn't help but be angry, and hit Constantinople twice, almost destroying this old empire, he could gain the peak of prestige in the Islamic world, and no one dared to pass the caliphate to his son, so that the Arab empire could be passed on from generation to generation in the hands of the Umayyad family, but when he was at the peak of his career, he killed a Tang man of the Fujian Kingdom.

The 100,000-strong army was almost completely wiped out, and a large number of Gulai nobles who had followed Muawiya for many years were 'elite', and the political backbone who supported him was also thrown there, Muawiya didn't even have a chance to redeem them, so he had to hurriedly return to China to participate in the war, from the peak of his career to the clouds, and the career that he had worked hard for half a life came to naught.

Now that he was almost sixty years old, he didn't know if he would have a chance to return to Constantinople in the future, and with this regret, Mu'awiyah was beating in the palace like a madman, but at this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps suddenly came from the palace cloister, and a melodious voice floated from afar.

"The Tang people should indeed curse and go to hell, but their army is coming, the spies are coming, the army of the Min Kingdom has arrived on the banks of the Tigris River, and it is estimated that it will enter the Paris steppe tomorrow, caliph, this may not be an opportunity for you!"

At this time, the only one who dared to talk to Muawiya like this was Amur, the governor of Egypt, who had grown up with him since he was a child and had always been Muawiyah's right hand in politics, holding a war report, Amur had a smile on the corner of his mouth, and came quickly, listening to his words, Mu'awiyah, who was panting, suddenly calmed down, 'touched' the sweat rolling on his head twice, and turned around and walked to the window.

Ctesiphon's palace is the highest point in the city, and from here, countless campfires sway around the walls, and there is no end in sight.

"Caliph, seize this opportunity, integrate all the forces of the Arabs in your hands, and defeat the army of Min in front of you, the Prophet Muhammad once said, knowledge is also worth pursuing in China, and if you hit China, your prestige will surpass that of previous caliphs!"

Looking at the swaying bonfire, and listening to the narration of Amur Shanshan behind him, a smile could not help but rise from Muawiyah's 'gloomy' cheeks......

The next morning, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves shook the city, and the two military camps on the left and right of the 'gate' west of Ctesiphon, riding camels and horses, the Arab army marched out of the camp in countless columns like yellow sand, and the faces of the tough nomads from the desert were full of enthusiasm and yearning for the coming great war.

Half of Mesopotamia was lost without a single shot, and the Arabs, who had become accustomed to grazing on this 'fertile' steppe, were full of murderous intent.

However, compared to the excitement of the Arabs at the bottom, the chiefs and elders of the various tribes were not in such a good mood.

"Meet the Caliph!"

Seeing Mu'awiyah's horse team come out of the open city of Ctesibon, twenty-eight Bedouin chiefs, the governor of 'Bo's', and sixteen imam elders reluctantly stepped forward to salute, some knelt on the ground, some just bent down, and the idleness was uneven, but Mu'awiya jumped off the horse with a smile on his face and helped them up one by one, and even exchanged a few pleasantries.

This is the opportunity that Amur is talking about, although the Arab Empire has expanded its territory incomparably huge, it is not as centralized as its low-handed 'Bo's, Byzantine or Fujian states, and the tribal chiefs or the surrendered 'Bo' governors still have considerable power and troops in their hands, especially Mu'awiyah is not yet the caliphate elected by the various factions, but defeated Ali by force, and the real Mu'awiyah is only a hundred thousand troops in Syria and Egypt, and the rest are only nominally under the command of Mu'awiyah.

Even many people were still hostile before, such as the Shiite Grand Imam Jabr who was nested in the crowd, and Nizar once raised 100,000 dinars from Hou Jie during Mu'awiyah's western expedition, and bribed several nearby warlords to send a Shiite coup, but unfortunately it was finally suppressed by Mu'awiyah's army.

But now, because of the invasion of Fujian, these people have to retreat and gather together, and for the first time they are all under the command of Muawiyah, which is equivalent to the strength of half of Arabia, if all these people are swallowed and digested, Muawiyah's strength is equivalent to more than three times skyrocketing, so Muawiya laughed again last night.

Although many people were not angry, but unfortunately the foreign enemy was present, they still had to admit Mu'awiyah's leadership, and after greeting many chieftains and governors, imams, Mu'awiyah rode to the front of the whole army.

At this time, hundreds of thousands of Arab troops had already left the camp, lined up outside the eastern city of Ctesiphon, standing on a high place and looking, riding spears like a forest, horses dense like sand, countless Arab warriors looked at themselves eagerly, Muawiyah once again boiled with blood, pulled out his scimitar and raised it high, roaring furiously.

"Follow in the footsteps of the caliphate and drive the heathen out of the kingdom of God!"

"Allah bless, invincible !! in the world" With Mu'awiyah's roar, countless Arab armies also boiled!

Facing the scorching sun of the Middle East, under the green banner of the Islamic Star, Moon and Sunday, one Muslim army after another trampled out of the yellow sand, and the galloping huge army trampled everything along the way into pieces like a moving sandstorm.

Leading this army to the east, all in the position of commander, Muawiyah's heart is not on the upcoming war, while constantly fighting with Amur, while Muawiyah is constantly changing his scheming, how to swallow these Bedouin tribes, 'Bo' cavalry.

As for the war with the Min State? Now there are 50,000 'Bo' ironclad heavy cavalry, 50,000 'elite' Syrian cavalry belonging to him, more than 200,000 desert Bedouin cavalry, and even 10,000 elephant troops that once gave the Muslim army a headache.

In particular, the main force of the Fujian State is still dominated by infantry, and it is only a matter of taking advantage of the weakness to fight here, and under the fanaticism of the Islamic army, it will not take a day or two for the Fujian State to collapse.

Thinking of how to slaughter the Tang people, Mu'aviy's wolf-like face became hideous again......

This time, the decisive battle was not under the city of Tessifun, the Arabs are nomadic people, and defending the city is not its national 'nature', the Paris steppe is located on the shore of the Tigris River, and the great plain hit by the river is flat and endless, which is suitable for cavalry to charge and gallop.

The Paris grassland is about twenty miles away from Ctesiphon, galloping for a morning, at noon, a huge Muslim army arrived here, the 330,000 army was divided into three circles, stuck in the north of the Paris grassland, the west and the south, almost about the same time, the same huge Fujian Tang army, also entered the northeast corner of the Paris grassland.

Here, it is destined to become a battlefield where East Asia and Central Asia, the two strongest civilizations, collide!

The scout cavalry has already passed on the information, the army of Fujian at this time also launched a formation, from the marching long snake formation into an unprecedented huge arrow, the tip of the arrow, is the Guanning iron cavalry, more than 20,000 Turks, Guanzhong and Liaodong after the selection of the cavalry 'elite' sharp like a sharp blade, leading in front of the whole army, behind is the most 'elite' Fujian King Tielin, the two wings are divided, a number of military governments show a decreasing trend in turn to the north and south, the whole army is black' The color of the banner is displayed, and the Xuanjia Sensen, 180,000 steps are riding neatly, just like a person.

If the Arab army is a sandstorm that blows the sky, surging and surging, then the army of Fujian is like a hard black iron, no matter how wind and rain you blow, I will not fall!

Although the gods have been 'communicating' for a long time, it is the first time to contact the army of the Min State, seeing this behemoth pressing towards him, even Muawiya can't help but breathe a little shorter, his pupils dilated a little, and after a while, he pretended to disdain and hummed to the Arab elders on the left and right: "This Min country is just the same as Byzantium, the formation is neat, and it is just that the army of Allah can completely destroy them!"

As he was talking, about three miles away from the three Arab circles, suddenly there was a horn, and the army of Fujian also stopped, and then the heavy tower shield was suddenly placed on the ground, the sword and shield soldiers 'drawn' the knife in their hands, the rifle hand moved forward, and the huge army roared out neatly.

"Kill!"

The Arab cavalry on the edge of the edge was stunned and retreated more than ten steps with a shocked face, and just now it was full of provocations, and the noisy Arab army became silent.