The athletes outside the city gate rushed in, rushed to the city wall with Mo knives, and killed them in both directions at the same time. Where are the Persian peasants at the head of the city who are the opponents of these athletes, and the heavy sword has no power to resist under the Mo sword, and they fall down one by one like cutting wheat.

In the distance, stone bullets flew on the horses' faces, most of them landed in the clearing, some in the Persian crowd, and two fell in the middle of the Anxi athletes, and several more Anxi athletes fell. The athletes shouted in unison and rushed forward, hacking the Persians on their horses to death one by one, and then destroying the trebuchet directly.

With a few thousand men against less than a thousand Persian farmers, there was no suspense in this battle, and when the Anxi army was no longer afraid of casualties, the outcome of the battle was inevitable.

In a small city within a radius of one mile, hundreds of Persians who were stubbornly defending the city were quickly cleared by Zhao Ji and them. Some of the cowardly ones threw away the trebuchet and went down the city wall, sneaking into the houses and hiding.

An imam stood in the middle of the street, blocking in front of Zhao Ji, shouting loudly. A large number of Persians followed the imam, their faces nervous.

"Die!"

Zhao Ji didn't understand Persian at all, and he didn't bother to pay attention to him, so the imam was cut in two with a wave of the Mo knife.

The leader of the Persians, who organized the defense of Unaho and now wanted to surrender to the Tang people, died with hatred.

The nearby Persians roared angrily and rushed up in chaos. Zhao Ji sneered and rushed forward with the athletes.

The Persians with their bare hands could not leave any traces on the Mingguang armor, and the Mo knife flew out to harvest a human life. The Persians who dared to resist were soon slaughtered, and none of them survived.

More Persians stood on the side of the street with anger and fear in their eyes, and many more hid in their houses.

"Kill!" Zhao Ji sneered and pointed to the Persians on the street.

More than 200 athletes rushed forward like tigers and wolves with Mo knives.

……

By the time Zhao Ji walked out of the city with more than 200 athletes, there was no longer a living person in the city. More than 4,000 Persians, regardless of men, women, old and young, all died under the sword of Zhao Ji's subordinates.

This was the first real slaughter of the city.

Tian Mingyuan stood outside the city with the rest of the athletes, and did not move from beginning to end. Dozens of Anxi athletes' corpses were transported in front of him, and he shook his head slightly, but his mood was completely released at this moment.

The city of Unaho was set ablaze by Anxi Jian'er, and the fire burned for a whole day and a night.

Anxi Jian'er waited outside the city for a day and a night, and the tens of thousands of Persians gathered around him were not here after all.

Zhao Ji captured the city with 300 men, and finally paid the price of more than 30 deaths. This nail on the road to the east was pulled out by the Anxi army.

With the supplies looted from Unaho City, Tian Mingyuan led his army to continue eastward to sweep the ancient cities marked on the map by the Metropolitan Protector. After this lesson, he finally achieved his heart like a stone.

Two days later, the army reached another ancient city. The gates of the ancient city were closed, and thousands of Persians were waiting for the city.

Tian Nayuan ordered the residents of the city to open the door and surrender, but was refused. This time, Tian Mingyuan did not repeat his previous mistakes, but directly swept through the surrounding dozen villages, killed more than half of the people, and drove all the remaining people under the ancient city.

After cutting off the heads of more than a thousand Persians in front of the defenders, the people of the city immediately collapsed. Several imams fell from the top of the city with ropes and came to the army to show their submission and surrender to the Tang people, on the condition that the army would not harm the inhabitants of the city.

Tian Mingyuan naturally agreed, and then the defenders opened the city gate and laid down their weapons.

The Anxi army marched into the city, found a few Dehgans as the leading party, wiped out all the Abbasids in the city, and finally killed all the imams in the city in public.

There were some pious Mawari in the city who naturally wanted to resist, and they showed no mercy to these people, killed them directly, and then wiped them out by leading the way.

In this way, more than 2,000 people were killed in the city, and order was quickly established through bloody means. Tian Mingyuan then appointed a Dehgan as an agent of the Tang army, built a puppet army of 500 men, and left the conquered city.

Make good use of Dehegan, this is what Ma Lu has repeatedly emphasized. The Arabians and Yemenis have occupied this land for a hundred years, and there are not many Persian homelands that have actually converted to Huda Dekhgan.

Many of these Dehgans had no faith at all, they were absolute realists, and among the few people who had faith, there were more people who believed in the god of light than in Hu Da, and these people were the best candidates to maintain their rule.

It turns out that very few people are able to keep their composure under terror. When encountering disobedient cities, the Eastern Crusade army behaved like this, and after seeing a large number of people, few dared to resist.

As for the city that insisted on resisting, Tian Mingyuan no longer had pity for Pao Ze's life, and directly attacked it. These cities are not very large, there is no Central Plains-style moat outside, and the city walls are not high, it is not difficult for the Tang army to storm it, but it is impossible to have zero casualties. This limited casualty was basically brought by the trebuchet on the head of the city, and this time the Eastern Expedition did not bring a crossbow in order to increase the speed of the advance, so it would have lost the advantage of range when facing the trebuchet, otherwise there would not have been these casualties.

In the entire province of Khorasan, the caliphate's army was stationed in Mulu, and now it has been completely destroyed, and these cities have no regular army at all, so naturally they cannot resist the attack of the Tang people.

After these cities were conquered, they were destined for the same fate as the city of Unaho. No one is left in the cities that resist, and the obedient cities can be preserved, which is what the Crusader army is doing today.

This was so effective that the army advanced so fast that sometimes the army was hundreds of miles away from the city, and the city sent men to show its submission. Some cities were not on the march route of the great army, and they also sent a lot of wealth as a sign of obedience.

……

Tian Mingyuan led his army all the way east, carrying out Ma Lu's order to conquer all the cities in the vast area between Mulu and Balhei. The army was nearing the end of Balhei, and a large caravan had arrived beyond the ruins of Unaho.

Before the city of Unaho could be breached, the army had turned the surrounding villages for ten miles into a blank field. The Tang army's destruction of Unaho City was fatal, and now this place has become a dead city, and no one has come at all.

Passing through the ruined streets, the caravan came to the ruins of a mosque in the center of the city. Digging through the hard ground of the mosque reveals a hidden shrine.

The sacred fire in the shrine was not extinguished, and the treasures that filled the ground with it shone brightly.

The leader of the caravan nodded in satisfaction, and ordered all the belongings to be brought out and loaded onto the camel's back.

Heavy loads filled hundreds of camels, the old shrine was re-sealed, and the sacred fire was once again hidden in the darkness.

The corners of the caravan leader's mouth were full of smiles, losing Una Hao City was nothing, as long as the holy fire in the temple was not extinguished, as long as the wealth was still there, the loss this time was not too great.

For Kangju people, wealth is the most important thing.

……

Mulu City, in the evening, Du Yu waited for Duan Xiushi's mansion.

The small courtyard was brightly lit, and Duan Xiushi sat in the courtyard, enjoying the food slowly, looking slightly tired.

"Uncle Pony, Junzi Duan has been poisoned."

Niu Xu squatted on the courtyard wall, looked down and whispered.

Ma Lan didn't speak, looking at the little Sogdian girl who was serving Duan Xiushi to eat in the courtyard, her eyes flickering with coldness.

For more than a year, the generals and colonels of Anxi have a lot of spare money in their hands, and Duan Xiushi is naturally no exception. He did not buy land or collect concubines, but he was a little particular about eating, and when he was in Anxi, he hired a special cook to cook at home. This time, when he arrived in the city of Catch, he fell in love with the craft of a Sogdian cook, so he took it with him and cooked for him.

Duan Xiushi first brought 5,000 Anxi new troops into the river, and the Sogdian cook happened before Ma Lan entered the river, but Ma Lan also knew about this woman. He and Duan Xiushi are gentlemen's friends, and they have never been to Duan Xiushi's residence, nor have they tasted the craftsmanship of this little chef.

What Duan Junzi said that day was in line with his identity, but his mental state was extremely excited, which was the reason why Ma Lu's dissent was aroused.

Niu Xu has been hiding in Duan Xiushi's mansion these days, and has seen the Sogdian chef put something in Duan Xiushi's food many times.

Now this kind of thing is in Ma Lan's hands, how Ma Lan doesn't understand what is here.

This kind of thing is only available in the Kangju royal family. An ordinary Sogdian cook in the city has such a thing in her hand!

What do Kangju people want to do?

"Uncle Pony, how should this matter be handled?" Niu Xu asked in a low voice.

Ma Luan's expression was gloomy, and he leaned into Niu Xu's ear and said word by word: "Tie this little slut in a sack and carry it outside the city to kill it, don't let Duan Junzi know." ”

Niu Xu nodded.

Duan Xiushi was extremely satisfied with the meal, and after eating, he didn't leave the yard and went back to the room to rest. Ma Lan waved his hand, Niu Xu quietly slipped down, took a bag and covered the Sogdian little cook who was cleaning up the table, slapped her unconscious, and carried it away.

Ma Ling jumped off the courtyard wall and walked straight in the direction of the governor's palace, extremely angry in his heart.

Duan Xiushi was not poisoned, but was poisoned, but was hit by the "miracle medicine" unique to the Kangju royal family.

Duhao is not as deferential to Datang as he seems. Ma Lu knew this very well, but he didn't expect Kangju people to stretch out their hands so long.

Duan Xiushi is his confidant, and the people of Kangju dare to calculate like this, which has already made Ma Lu really angry.

Those who are not of my race will have different hearts, this is really a wise saying. It seems that if you want to completely occupy this land, you will have to set off a bloody storm in the future.

If you want to control Duan Junzi, what are Kangju people going to do?

Don't stretch out your hand, and you will be caught.

Ma Lan sneered in his heart, and after splitting the black-clothed food and settling the Eighth Army in the river, he had to settle this account with the Kangju people.

Now I can only pretend not to know for the time being, and now Kangju people don't have the capital to turn their faces with Datang. The power of the Kangju people must be limited and no chance can be given. (To be continued.) )