The sky gradually deepened, dark clouds hung low in the sky, and from time to time there was a faint muffled thunder rolling through the sky.

The last monsoon of the third year of the Great Song Dynasty brought a heavy rain to Quanzhou City.

On the streets of Quanzhou City, the strong wind before the rainstorm whined, ghosts cried wolf, and occasionally there were bursts of thunderous sounds from the south of the city. The battle of Taiyiguan, which began yesterday afternoon, is still ongoing. Eight thousand springs bravely attacked in turns, and tens of thousands of heavenly Daoists risked their lives to defend it, but it was also difficult to solve.

At the same time as the war broke out outside the city, Wang Lixin, the governor of Quanzhou, issued an order for martial law. On the streets of the city, the third class of officials of Jinjiang County patrolled in all directions, and when they saw suspicious people, they had to go up and interrogate them. The gates of Quanzhou City were also closed, and the traffic inside and outside the city was cut off, and trading was temporarily impossible. Now it's raining again, and the big guys are even more reluctant to go out on the streets. The whole city seemed empty and quiet.

Not very far from the Quanzhou Mansion, there is a desolate mansion. It was an industry that originally belonged to the Pu family. After the Battle of Dinghai, the Pu family was unlucky, and this house was also raided by Wang Jian, who was later stationed in Quanzhou. Then the house was empty, and rumors of a haunting were spread, and no one would pay to take it over. So it was quietly abandoned here, as if telling the passers-by about the past glory of the Pujia family in Quanzhou and the decline of today.

And on this afternoon when the rain is coming, there is a faint sound in this house. It seems that the legendary ghost is going to come out and make a fuss when this person is panicking.

But who would have thought that the house was brightly lit at this time. But all the doors and windows were covered with black cloth. There is no light at all. The room was full of people, all sitting cross-legged. Everyone looked solemn and wore chain mail weighing 30 pounds. Hardly anyone was talking, just there was silence.

There was no wind in the house, and it was hot before the rainstorm. There are also hundreds of strong men who emit a strong body odor and sweat smell, making the air here extremely turbid. Almost everyone was panting hard with their mouths open. I don't know if it's because the air is bad, or if they're nervous and excited—they're all Mamluks, and they've all been told that it's going to be a holy battle! They were all jihad warriors, even if they were killed in battle. The soul can also ascend to heaven...... It's that place where virgins, milk and fruit are in excess!

Hundreds of people, all waiting quietly.

Footsteps in the passage behind the hall suddenly sounded, and dozens of Mamluks fought at once. These men were apparently the leaders of the Mamluks, and the chain mail they wore was high-end at first glance, and some of them had another set of scale armor by their side, and they all had beautifully crafted Uzi steel scimitars hanging from their belts, and they also carried long bows and quivers on their backs, so they looked like they were armed to the teeth!

The people who came out of the house were none other than Asharaf and Pu Shiwen. Asharaf had already put on two layers of armor - an outer layer of scale armor and an inner layer of chain mail. The two sets of armor weighing seventy or eighty pounds were draped over him as if they had no weight, and his steps were brisk, and his movements were not affected in the slightest.

Pu Shiwen is much worse by his side, just a Qingtang Monkey Armor on his body. I was already tired and panting, and my legs were trembling slightly—I was panting before I even fought, what should I do when I met Chen Dexing's archers and guards later!

Asharaf glanced at the room with a serious expression. Suddenly, he raised his arms and shouted: "All things are not the Lord, but the true God!" ”

"Nothing is lord. Only the true God! ”

The people in the room cried out, and some of them burst into tears.

Since the fall of Baghdad. Kafeil's iron hooves trampled on the holiest land of the Celestial Sect, and Buddhist and Nestorian temples began to replace Shinshin Temple. For the first time in history, the territory of the Heavenly Fang Sect has shrunk dramatically! The world of the Heavenly Sect, in front of the savage Kafir, trembled and retreated step by step.

And today, they, the Mamluks, who have left their homeland, are going to help the Celestials in the East to wage a sacred war in the city where the Kafir are gathered!

This is the counterattack of the Heavenly Sect world! If victorious, the Celestial Sect will gain a city in the East as huge and prosperous as Baghdad! What a glorious victory it would be!

Asharaf spoke in a deep voice, low and short, shaking everyone's eardrums, "Five years! It has been five years since we lost Baghdad, the center of the world! Five years ago, the Kafir took over our city, destroyed our country, killed our loved ones, and left us uprooted in the decaying and depraved city of Kafir in the East. But we are Mamluk warriors, defenders of the caliphate, and no matter where we are and what difficulties we face, we should not forget our hatred and responsibility! ”

He slammed his hand, "The Holy War begins now!" Now is the time to establish the rule of the true God in Quanzhou, the land of unbelievers, just as the Prophet's companions and the Celestial Rulers who came after them did! ”

Hundreds of people in the hall shouted, "God is great! God Wars are great! ”

The lightning flashed violently, and through the black cloth that blocked the window, everyone in the entire hall turned pale with a miserable face. Asharaf gritted his teeth and gave the final order: "Jihad warriors, go out, for the sake of the Heavenly Sect!" ”

At this time, the thunder roared and exploded, as if it was beating the drums of war for this sacred battle!

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The torrential rain on the streets of Quanzhou was connected. Although the city of the Song Dynasty had a drainage system, the sudden rainfall exceeded the carrying capacity of the drainage channel. In many places, there is already a phenomenon of water accumulation. Lightning and thunder continued to explode over the city, and large clouds of dark clouds were pressed over the city in layers.

In such weather, there is almost no way to fight, and the battle in front of Taiyi can only stop abruptly. The officers and soldiers of the 8,000 Quan Yong and the 3,000 left-wing naval army were scattered around the Taiyi Temple and occupied many houses, one was to avoid the rain, but to use these houses as a base to continue to surround the Taiyi Palace. The Han servants and sailors sent by Quanzhou Fanshang to help in the war withdrew from the battlefield

- In the past day's fighting, they really didn't play a role, and only made a fuss and babbled. Zhao and Yu simply sent them home.

And many of them live in the city, and most of them are not thugs and killers, not even sailors, but just guys who work for the various trades and handicrafts run by the merchants, and they were actually coaxed into the battlefield! I also spent the night on the battlefield, think about how worried my family should be! Now that I finally got Zhao Tuanlian's "pardon" and can go home, who is willing to stay for a while? Thousands of people rushed to Tumen in the south of Quanzhou City. But when they arrived outside the Tumen Gate, everyone found that the city gate was still tightly closed. Someone was about to shout loudly, but suddenly there was a sound that seemed to be a shout and metal colliding. Listen, and there's nothing left.

When everyone was about to call the door, there was a sudden crackling sound, and a figure fell from the tall city gate tower and smashed to the ground. Immediately after, there was a series of shouts and screams! And the language of the shout seems to be a word, and some people who work for the people can understand it.

The cry means: God is great! God Wars are great!

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"God is great! God Wars are great! ”

This voice also sounded around the Quanzhou Mansion.

Wang Lixin, deputy envoy of coastal control and governor of Fuzhou Prefecture, was reading the latest newspaper he had received. The main content of the newspaper is also related to the war. First of all, the Chizhou side was victorious, Jiang Wanli's Gan Yong, Li Tingzhi's Chu Yong advanced east and west, and it took less than ten days to recover the entire territory of Chizhou, and the traitor Song Yingxiong led his troops to flee Jiangbei, passed through Xia Gui's defense area, and went to the Xuyi army that had just fallen into the hands of the Eastern Tang Dynasty.

The second news is about Huaidong, Jia Rudao ordered Ma Guangzu, Shi Yanzhi, Zhao Youzhi and others to lead the 48th battalion of Zheyong to cross the river and enter Yangzhou, Zhenzhou, Taizhou, Chuzhou, Hezhou, Tongzhou and other five prefectures, in order to resist the Tang army in the south—in fact, using the anti-Tang as an excuse to restore the imperial court's rule over Yangzhou, Zhenzhou and other places in one fell swoop. Li He, the observer of Yangzhou, and Cheng Dayuan, the observer of Zhenzhou, were both weak and did not dare to resist Zheyong, who numbered as many as 50,000, so they had to abandon the city and retreat to the territory of Xia Gui in Huaixi Jiedu, Luzhou and Wuwei Army.

Now, the five states of Huaidong have been firmly controlled by the Great Song Dynasty!

Just when Wang Lixin was pleased with the "revival" of the imperial court, "The true God is great! God Wars are great! Suddenly, the shouts rang out outside the front, side and back doors of the palace. The entire government seems to be surrounded by groups! The soldiers guarding the palace screamed in horror like wolves, and the sound of weapons intersecting rang out at the same time. The sound of wind, rain, and thunder seemed to disappear at this time, and in Wang Lixin's ears, only the sound of fighting and screaming was left.

There are people in Quanzhou City who are in turmoil!

Wang Lixin squeezed his fist violently and shouted: "Someone! Come! What the hell is going on! ”

A scribe from the Quanzhou Mansion rushed in, and when he saw Wang Lixin, he shouted loudly: "Dafu! Dafu! It's a rebellion! It's a fan...... It's the fans who believe in the Heavenly Sect who have rebelled! ”

"Fanren? Why should they be opposed? Wang Lixin blurted out. Am I not kind to these who come from afar? ”

The scribe shook his head and said with a wry smile: "What's the use of preferential treatment?" After all, these people are not in the same group as us, not my race, and their hearts will be different! (To be continued......)