"Are you really willing to surrender?" Ma Lan stood under the city and looked at Jafar. Sadiq sneered.

Sadiger's face was painful, he knew that this would be the case, he would not organize the people of the ancient city of Rai to oppose the Tang people.

He disliked war and bloodshed the least in his life, and now he saw so many Persians being executed by the Tang people in front of his eyes, which he simply could not bear.

"If you let these innocent people go, and then ensure the safety of the people in the city, I will open the city and surrender! Don't kill anymore, they didn't do anything wrong! "Jafar. Sadiq shouted as he looked at the city.

"What a saint." Ma Lan said in his heart.

Jafar. Sadigh is a descendant of Ali, who is highly respected in Huda's world, but has no power **, and the Khorasans succeeded in their uprising, initially preparing to support him as caliph, but it was the turn of the Abbas brothers after he refused. Ali's descendants were stolen by the Abbas brothers to steal the fruits of the victory of the revolution, in fact, because of Jafar. Sadigh.

He was a truly devout Muslim, a highly respected imam, and naturally he could not see the land of Muslims fall into the hands of infidels, so he made an exception to come to the ancient city of Rai to encourage people to rebel against the rule of the Tang people.

Resistance comes at a price, the price is bloodshed, and now that the siege has not yet begun, just the execution of some Persians, Sadigh can't stand it.

Such a character is really not suitable to be a caliph, so he should be an honest religious scholar.

"Dear Imam, we cannot surrender!" A richly dressed Dehegan said repeatedly, "We have already taken up arms, how can there be any reason to surrender?" If you surrender, the heretics will ruin the entire city! ”

Jafar. Sadiq closed his eyes in pain: "If we don't lay down our arms, do we want to watch our brothers and sisters die under the butcher's knife of the infidels?" ”

Several Dehgan and Jafar. Sadiq argued loudly, and the people at the head of the city looked at the heads of people all over the city, and their expressions were extremely complicated. Ma Lan smiled coldly, waved his big hand slightly, and the Anxi athletes raised their butcher knives again, and the Persians who were kneeling under the city with their hands tied fell down in rows.

"Don't kill again! Don't kill again! Let them go, we're willing to lay down our arms! "Jafar. Sadiq screamed loudly at the head of the city, and his body trembled.

Where would Ma Lu pay attention to him and dare to take up arms to resist, there was no such thing as surrender. First reduce the morale of the defenders to the lowest point, so that the siege can be carried out smoothly.

"Ibrahim! Rush out with your men and kill all these heretics! "Jafar. Sadigh watched the Persians being beheaded by the Tang army in rows, trembling with anger and shouting loudly.

An older Arabyan answered, and disappeared from the top of the city. A moment later, the city gate burst open, and groups of Persians rushed out of the city gate with a shout, and killed in the direction of the Tang army.

"Ibrahim is here too? There are many of Ali's descendants! Ma Luan's eyes flashed suddenly.

These Persians could not be regarded as an army at all, they had nothing but a simple weapon, and they actually rushed towards the Tang army in such a chaotic manner. In the Tang army, dozens of swarthy fire thunderbolts were thrown over, and they fell in the front of the Persian crowd, there was a low muffled sound, black smoke rose and flesh flew sideways, and the Persians suddenly fell into a large area.

The Arabic man, Ibrahim, had just rushed out of the city gates, and when he saw the sight, he immediately turned around and ran back. Dozens of thunderbolts flew out of the Tang army, killing the Persians again.

The new army of Anxi is all tall and big men, and more than a dozen pounds of Mo knives can dance tigers and tigers, and throwing a small fire thunder can naturally be thrown very far, but it is still not comparable to bows and arrows. This kind of gadget is of little use against a real army, and it is okay against infantry, but it is not useful at all against enemy cavalry, because of the throwing distance.

Fighting with the regular army, Ma Lan never valued fire and thunder, but fire and thunder are the best to deal with this rabble, these guys don't even have a piece of leather armor on their bodies, the lethality of fire and thunder fragments has been fully exerted, and the huge sound is a great shock to the enemy.

The Persians had just rushed out of the city to fight the Tang people to the death, when they were blown up by two waves of fire and thunder, and immediately retreated in panic.

The Anxi army did not chase after it, and continued to execute the Persians under the city in an orderly manner, watching the Persians retreat into the city, and then slamming the city gates shut.

Above the city, Jafar. There was not a trace of blood on Sadiq's face, and he stood there speechless.

Thousands of Persians fell in a pool of blood under the city. Sadiq knew it was all because of him. If he hadn't come here with Ibrahim and instigated the Ra'is against the Tang, these people would not have died.

By this time, he had lost the courage to fight. The army in front of them is simply a barbaric devil, and it is not at all something that the good people of the ancient city of Rai can fight against.

"Jafar. Sadigh, if you're going to surrender now, I can give you a chance. If I were to enter the city, there would not be a living person in the city of Rai. ”

After the last row of Persians was executed, Ma Lan immediately descended from the city and looked at Jafar at the head of the city. Sadigh laughed.

Jafar. Sadiq was silent for a long time, and said in a trembling voice: "Heretic, I am willing to surrender and accept any punishment from you, I only ask you to spare the people here, they are all innocent." ”

"Then open the gates and come out." Ma Lan smiled.

"You promise to spare these poor people before I can surrender to you." Jafar. Sadigh said.

Ma Lan smiled, and with a wave of his big hand, more than 60 new eight-bull crossbows fired at the same time, shooting more than 60 fire lasers on the city, and all the trebuchets near the city gate were destroyed, and the people near the trebuchets were killed and wounded, and the city was suddenly in chaos.

"You're not qualified to talk to me about conditions! I can only promise not to kill everyone, open the city gates if you are willing to surrender, and prepare to die if you don't! Ma Lan looked at the pale scholar and laughed loudly.

Jafar. Sadiq stood at the head of the city of Rai, looking at the Persians on both sides, and after a long silence, he nodded desperately.

"Give us a little time, and we'll go out of the city and surrender at once, that's my last bit of demand."

"Good!"

The Anxi army did not encircle the entire city, the large army was on one side of the city, and hundreds of scouts were sent out on the other three sides. At this time, many Rai began to flee the city, fleeing to the nearby mountains in chaos.

Due to Ma Lu's prior orders, the Tang army scouts did not stop these fleeing Persians, but only watched from a distance and did not launch any attack on the Persians.

The scouts kept reporting the information, and Ma Ling stood under the city with a calm expression.

"General, aren't you going to slaughter the city today?" Tian Mingyuan asked.

Ma Lan smiled faintly and did not speak.

I'm really not going to slaughter the city today, and I met Jafar. When Sadigh was ready, he was indeed preparing to slaughter the city, but when he saw Ibrahim, he had already changed his mind.

Jafar. Sadiq is a saint-like fellow, and Ibrahim, who is also a descendant of Ali, is ostensibly uncontroversial, but in fact he is an ambitious fellow. Originally, he died at the hands of al-Mansur, but now that history has changed, Mansur is dead, and Ibrahim is alive and well.

There are many people in Alabians who are called Ibrahim, and if this Ibrahim is the great-great-grandson of Ali, this can be put to good use.

The Persians in the city had almost fled, and Ma Ling ordered the Tang army scouts to approach the city gate and forbid the Persians inside to come out again. At this time, Jafar. Sadiq finally got out of the city, opened the gates, and walked out with the defenders.

"Are these the only ones?" Ma Lan looked at Jafar. Sadigh asked.

Jafar. Sadiq nodded: "More than 20,000 people are the most devout followers of Allah, the real martyrs, only a few of them are Ra'is, and most of them have followed me along the way. They are willing to bear the unknown fate with me, and we are willing to accept your disposition, and I only ask you not to harm the rest of the city. ”

Ma Ling smiled and nodded: "Then lay down your weapons and meet your fate." ”

More than 20,000 Persian Mavari laid down their arms, were bound by the Anxi soldiers with leather ropes, and all knelt on the ground. The only two people standing were Jafar. Sadiq and another Arabyan, the guy whom Sadigh called Ibrahim.

"Ibrahim, are you also a descendant of Haojie Ali?" Ma Lan asked.

This Ibrahim looked very old, and nodded proudly after listening to Ma Lan's words: "There is no hero except Ali, I am Ali's descendant." ”

"Good!" Ma Lan smiled and nodded.

"Let's do it!"

Ma Lan gave an order, and the Anxi athletes quickly took action. These self-proclaimed martyrs also shouted loudly in the face of the bright butcher's knife, but how could they escape when they were firmly bound by leather ropes?

Soon half of Mavari collapsed in a pool of blood, and the Anxi athletes stopped. Jafar. Sadigh's face was unusually pale, and Ibrahim's face was devoid of the slightest arrogance.

"You offended my dignity by killing half of your soldiers as punishment."

Ma Lan looked at Jafar. Sadiq and Ibrahim smiled: "But although I am far away in the East, I have also heard of the deeds of Haojie Ali, and I have great admiration for him. Had it not been for the subterfuge of the Umayyads, the caliph would have been forever the descendants of Haoje Ali. ”

Jafar. Sadiq and Ibrahim looked at each other, not knowing what the heretic meant.

"I know that the descendants of Haoje Ali have been fighting for hundreds of years to regain the position of caliph. You have not succeeded because you have never had a real army in your hands. This time, you have taken the opportunity of opposing me to gather so many devout believers, and let these people be the first army of the sons of Ali! Ma Ling pointed to the half of the martyrs kneeling on the ground and said with a smile.

Jafar. Sadiq shook his head: "I don't need any army, I never intended to be a caliph, I'm just a scholar." If I wanted to be caliph, I wouldn't have been able to turn Abbas and al-Mansur. ”

"Sadiq, I know you are a saint, but what about you, Ibrahim? Don't you want Ali's children to have a real army? ”

"Jafar. Sadigh! If you don't want to be the commander of this army, give it to me! Ibrahim looked at Jafar with burning eyes. Sadigh, said loudly. (To be continued.) )