After all, they were unorganized refugees and bandits, trampled by the hooves of more than 100 'elite' Arab iron horsemen, who were ready to go, and these people scattered and fled like a swarm of bees, fleeing so panickedly, that they wished to grow two more 'legs'. [txt full works download]-(Read the latest chapters)

In less than a stick of incense, I don't know how long the 'Jing' heart was preparing for the offensive collapsed like this, if it weren't for the corpses of the hacked bandits on the ground and the pus and blood, and the broken shoes that ran away, thousands of bandits would have seemed to have not appeared.

Seeing that there was a small and half of them missing, there were only more than fifty carts left, and it was still a supply with weapons and armor, and the hideous and fierce tribal officer of Maslemai almost didn't cry.

Holding back the arrow wound, Meslemai limped to the front of the army with a smile that was uglier than crying, and thanked the rescuers who suddenly arrived.

"Thank you Emir for your help, more than 100,000 brothers of the Holy ~ War Army and General Faleda will be grateful for your kindness."

Listening to Maslemai's emotion, Hussein's handsome Arab face was extremely 'gloomy', and he even ignored him very rudely, and was preoccupied with the figure under his command on the battlefield.

About forty black-clothed warriors were killed on the spot, ten or so ran away, and the remaining six or seven were all dragged in front of them, kowtowing like pounding garlic one by one, holding a 'fine' small hand crossbow, Hussein not only did not grasp the pride of the enemy, but was as angry as an erupting volcano.

The word Assasin was only three months ago when he first came into contact with it, but the first contact left an indelible impression on him.

It was still near the city of Faro, an extension of the Hejaz, leading the 'elite' army of Mecca and foreign reinforcements from Egypt, Hussein blocked part of the rebels of the Hawariji faction on the deserted beach, and the offensive in all directions was like a 'tide'.

Angry and almost insane, Hussein was furious and tried to trouble the Egyptian commander, only to find the cold body of the Egyptian general and an assassin who had been stabbed more than twenty times, lost one eye, and half of his body was rotten.

Approaching this bold assassin, Hussein wanted to 'force' him to ask for some military information before he died, but he didn't, and an incredible scene appeared.

The assassin who had all his internal organs flowed out shouted that Assasin jumped up again, and the sharp dagger stabbed straight into his 'chest', if it weren't for the timely reaction of the 'Bo's veteran next to him, he might have been called to heaven by the Lord's summons. 80 eBook/

Even if more than a dozen spears were stabbed in turn, that Assasin was pierced into a hedgehog, and his horrific murder and mocking eyes of death still make Hussein's heart palpitate in retrospect, and since that day, Hussein has always gathered more than 100 dead soldiers around him to protect him day and night, and he can't sleep well.

Around the strengthening of defense, repeatedly important generals, lords, Imam Sheikh 'Maur' assassination time is still one after another, each time a few teenagers dressed in black, shouting Allah is not afraid of death to rush to the assassination, even at the cost of death to complete the killing, people are unpreventable.

The only information about these outlaws came from the north.

If it weren't for the 'force' of no choice, Hussein would not have left the battlefield and rushed back to Damascus in a rage to track down the true source of these Assasins.

It is now certain that these people have never been in contact with a new esoteric sect that is even more extreme than the Hawarijites.

Every time the assassination is unsuccessful, he will die, will it be the nest of these kowtow insects in front of him?

More than a dozen corpses, including the black-clothed warrior mask with green 'color' eyes that had been beheaded by Hussein's own hands, were all revealed, and all that 'revealed' were the faces of Arab bandits covered with scars and scars, which did not look like fanatical believers who believed so much as to give their lives in any way.

With the last glimmer of hope, Hussein reluctantly put on a kind appearance, and with an ugly smile, he persuaded the seven kowtow worms to surrender: "Name your elder Imam, with whom this emir wants to talk."

"Your lord, spare your life! We, we don't know any Imam at all! ”

"Yes, we were all faithful believers in Allah, but there was no way to go out to grab some food, noble lord, spare us."

The seven people scrambled to kowtow and rush to answer, for fear that if they were slow for a second, their heads would be lost, but they didn't want to answer the angry Hussein's face was even more ugly.

"And how did you get your clothes and equipment, refugees? Hmph, how can you afford this? ”

A reminder from the old 'Bo's guard' beside him made Hussein react, but the answers of several bandits almost made him angry again.

"Back to my lord, someone stole our things two days ago, and when I chased them, I found that those people left these things, and they looked easy to use, so we equipped them." Crying and mourning, one by one the fierce and vicious bandits said innocently, a strong feeling of being deceived in Hussein's heart flooded, recalling Hou Jie's cunning smile when he parted, the middle-aged handsome man's face was twisted angrily, Hussein simply slammed the horsewhip on the ground.

Let this despicable Tang man play tricks!

"Master, what about these people?" The old 'Bo's veteran reminded him carefully, and without thinking about it, Hussein waved his hand angrily.

"Chop!"

"Spare your life! Ah~"

Click~

In the sound of screams and blades, the seven scapegoats who had finally survived also lost their heads one after another, and in his annoyance, Hussein didn't have the heart to 'make friends' with the stunned Maslemai, so he simply turned around and stepped on his horse.

Stupidly left to dry for a long time, and when he saw that Hussein was leaving, Maxlemai was really anxious, and anxiously yelled behind his back: "My lord, help people to the end, our team still needs your help!"

"Officer, that's your own business, let's go, drive!"

Coldly leaving a sentence, he stepped on the horse and 'whipped' it on the horse's back, and ran away without looking back.

In the blink of an eye, more than 100 Mecca 'fine' riders disappeared completely, looking back at the mess in amazement, and Meslemai cried again.

Running back along the winding valley road, Hussein's heart became a little more impetuous, originally thinking that it was Hou Jie's ghost, and originally grabbed the handle of this biggest political enemy with a 'door' mind, but he didn't expect that the bamboo basket would be empty, and Hou Jie's goal was basically achieved, to use hunger to coerce the army of the Western Expedition.

The thought of going back and seeing Hou Jie's obscene and smug villain face, Hu Saiyin was extremely irritable.

But at this time, the same cold light was 'revealed' on the path he had to pass.

"Emir be careful!"

In the frightened roar, the old soldier of 'Bo's beside him actually used the spear shaft to 'pump' Hussein's back fiercely, and Hussein, who was unable to reach it, directly rolled over on his side and fell into the dust splashed by the horse's hooves, and before he could stand up and get angry, the old soldier had already dragged his shoulders and got on his horse, and galloped away to the east in despair.

The next moment, whizzing crossbow arrows came from all directions, and fell on the heads of the horse team endlessly, and Hussein couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart when he saw the arrow in the head of the guard beside him fall into the dust.

If it weren't for the 'Bo's veteran, he would have fallen to the ground with a headshot now, it turned out that Hou Jie had deliberately arranged this game, and the target was not the grain and grass of the Western Expeditionary Army at all, but his Hussein's head!

Thinking of this, Hussein was even more devastated, straightened himself and sat on the horse, urging and shouting.

"Run!"

Needless to say, these guards all know that they don't know how many people Assasin ambushed, and countless crossbow arrows were 'shooting' from both sides, fierce and dense, and one after another screams and falling horses were constantly staged in Hussein's personal guards.

In the panic of the escape, Hussein's pro-army, who ran less and less, did not notice that he had deviated from the original path, and was 'forced' by the crossbow arrows to run towards a narrower and narrower mountain road.

A river valley that has dried up for an unknown amount of time, the sharp water cuts out a valley road cliff from the mountain, and the abrupt and towering cliff wall also blocks the slope of the assassin's attack, and here, it seems that the assassin has also chased to a blind spot, and vaguely sees that there are black shadows at both ends of the mountain to separate and bypass, like a frightened bird's Mecca 'fine' ride directly into the valley.

The horse ran definitely not detouring and walking faster, seeing that the short line of sky was about to come to an end, Hussein, who was finally relieved, suddenly heard the whistling wind in his ears, raised his head, Hussein's brown 'colored' pupils instantly widened to the extreme.

The boulder weighing several tons fell and smashed into the 'door' of his head in a daze.

Puff~

In the sound of pounding the 'meat' sauce, the Arab war horse was directly smashed, the blood 'flesh' and bones flew everywhere, and Hussein, who stepped on the horse and jumped out, sat on the ground with a heavy butt.

But the pain was far away from him, and looking at the bloody horse's buttocks, Hussein's mind went blank.

"Emir, go!"

It wasn't until the screams of the guards that Hussein's soul was finally called back, and he was helped up by a jumping off the horse guard, Hussein turned his head in shock, and behind the panicked guards, at the exit of the sky, more than 20 black shadows dragged long.

The figure of the Assasin Sect Assassin Black 'Color' that he had been searching for finally appeared in front of him, but unlike the Assasin Assassin who was expected to disarm and kneel in front of him and tremble, more than 20 black-clothed 'elite' warriors, all holding crossbows in their hands, were bloodthirsty and fanatical towards themselves and others.

Pulling out the knife suddenly, he swung it at the Hussein guards who were catching turtles in the urn, and Li Que, who was still dressed in Arab 'women' and 'women' black clothes and 'masked' faces, roared sharply.

"Kill them!"

More than a dozen crossbows rang out at the same time, and the sharp bolts tore through the air and rushed out with a roar......

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