The beautiful prospect makes Aleppo's meat grinder even bloodier, with every street, every house, and even every pile of rubble being the target of contention.

Thousands of them, holding the snow swords in their hands, bravely tore and killed in these places. One side has faith, and the other side has faith. One believes in one's own religion, and the other believes in practical benefits.

There is no doubt that money can burn people's courage. Burning the opponent's trebuchet in the midst of hosts is a purely suicidal mission. Stimulated by a pile of gold coins, a group of strong men can "whoop" and "whoop" to be the death squad.

These guys don't care about their lives, they just burn a trebuchet. You can get gold that you can't earn in this life, and life is not worth mentioning in front of gold.

Yun Hao saw the most terrifying charge, after a clan elder was bargaining with Yun Hao. They rushed forward with their own people, and they charged in a special way. On a full moon night, the silver moonlight sprinkled the earth.

Suddenly a hundred and ten men with large shields appeared on the horizon, and they walked towards the enemy's position in a barbaric manner. Walk to those trebuchets that look like gold!

The shield blocked countless arrows, and few were hit. Thousands of people followed behind the big shield, and the small round shield followed suit.

This kind of thing has happened countless times, and the Great Food Army has long been used to it. At the beginning, there were soldiers with big swords and spears in their hands, and there were only 1,800 people, which was not a big deal.

The shield array of the Great Shield soon approached a distance of about a hundred paces, and the enemy's crossbows had stopped firing. The next thing is to make those hoplites who are more suitable for hand-to-hand combat more suitable.

But the unforgettable scene in this life appeared in front of the eyes of the Great Eclipse soldiers, and the shield array opened in an instant. Hundreds of unarmoured, bloated cotton clothes rushed out of it.

Just when the Great Food Soldier didn't understand what was going on, hundreds of people suddenly turned into hundreds of burning people. Covered in flames, tearing apart the howling man with fangs and claws, brandished the steel knife in his hand and rushed towards the army of the great cannibals.

The soldiers who came out to meet the Great Food almost went crazy, they had never seen such a battle in their lives. The terrible howl was so terrible that the wolves that ate the corpses in the vicinity were running around.

The soldiers of the Great Eclipse stood for a moment like fools, and then rushed back in a swarm. Although they are warriors, they are still normal people, and normal people cannot see like crazy people.

The crossbowmen were also stupid, they even forgot about the room. Amane watched as the burning men rushed towards her, the hot air quickly approaching. The mad man who had been tormented by the pain swung the sharp blade in his hand and slashed desperately.

Under the stimulation of pain, each knife was exhausted with all its might. None of the Great Eclipse soldiers who confronted them were a perfect match!

The flames contorted their faces, and the pain made their eyes red. The tips of the swords in the fire were glowing with blood and fire, and even some of the swords were burning.

The soldiers of the Great Eclipse were all stupefied, and many did not know to dodge until the blade slashed above their heads. More people are desperately hind legs, and the farther away from these burning maniacs, the better!

The most pitiful of them were the heavily armored samurai, who were wearing heavy armor. No matter how strong your body is, you can't run away if you want to.

Those who feel like they are about to die, grab a heavily armored samurai and don't let go. The claws that had been burned black hugged their bodies fiercely, their faces that had been distorted in the flames, and the white teeth that were open and scorched and gnawed down on their mouths.

Let those heavily armored warriors slash with their swords and stab with their swords. These people just don't let go, and the heavy armor is baked red. The burned man was stuck like a plaster, and large drops of human oil went through the cracks in the armor. And then there was the miserable wail!

Tens of thousands of Great Eclipse soldiers were defeated in an instant, and no one dared to fight such a madman. These people are not people, they are devils. A devil who doesn't take other people's lives seriously, and doesn't take his own lives seriously.

The soldiers receded like a tide, and the trebuchets showed out like a reef at low tide.

The living man rushed forward, desperately threw the canister of oil in his hand into the trebuchet, turned around and ran.

I don't know how much oil was poured on it, but the guy with the torch just dipped it in it. The blue flames burst up, and the fire quickly engulfed the trebuchet. The rest fled back to Aleppo, where hundreds of trebuchets outside Aleppo were wrapped in smoke and billowing flames.

I don't know how many trebuchets the big cannibals have, anyway, they shouldn't have trebuchets to bombard Aleppo for a while.

Yun Hao didn't witness this process with his own eyes, but when he listened to Sheng Yanshi's report, he was still shocked. I have heard that during the Warring States period, King Wu attacked the Yue Kingdom. Goujian, the king of Yue, asked the death row prisoners to commit suicide in front of the Wu army, in order to achieve the purpose of disturbing the morale of the Wu army.

The Arabs of this age should not know the Warring States, nor will they know the story of Lu and Goujian. However, they still used a fearless spirit to let Yun Hao experience the great power of money.

The power of war lies not in the room full of gold, but in the death of the warriors.

To some extent, Yun Hao did it.

Yun Hao's power alone is small, but the power of money is powerful. In the face of human greed, in front of the survival and future of the tribe. Human life is worthless, whether it is one's own or someone else's.

These people are greedy, philistine, and can sell their lives for money. These people are brave, responsible, and can give up their lives for the sake of the future of the tribe.

They are filthy, and they are great. They treat money as life, and they can also treat money as dung.

This is a group of people full of contradictions, and Yun Hao can't see through them. For the greatness of the happiness of their offspring, and the greed for money exist in harmony with them. There doesn't seem to be any conflict, and there doesn't seem to be any contradiction.

Yun Hao didn't speak, and neither did others. At the breakfast table, the atmosphere was frozen and tense. The tribal elder who was kneeling on the ground looked at Yun Hao motionlessly. He only hoped that his sacrifice yesterday could be exchanged for the strength and rise of the tribe.

"The lives of warriors should not burn like this, but their actions are respectable. I will give you enough gold as agreed. and a piece of land at the mouth of the Nile, and the right to not pay taxes for ten years for you and your tribe.

This is me! The commander of the Western Expeditionary Army of the Tang Dynasty, the reward given to you by Yunhao, the Duke of Chu. Dear Elders, go down! You deserve my respect, just like the warriors you sacrificed. Yun Hao stood up, clasped his hands into fists, and bowed deeply to the elder who was almost paralyzed from crying.

"Thank you Chu Gong!" The words translated by the tongue man made the elder very excited. Eased his emotions a little, then kowtowed heavily to Yun Hao, and then left!

Gold doesn't matter, gold is useless without people. The elders valued the land, the land at the mouth of the Nile. The land there is more fertile than anywhere else, and with fertile land you can grow more food. It will be possible to feed a larger population without paying taxes for ten years. His own tribe will definitely become the richest tribe near and far, the blood of the warriors has not been shed in vain, and the Tang people are still reliable.

When he walked out of Yun Hao's military tent, the elder thought so.

Yun Hao sighed helplessly, national hatred can really annihilate everything. It is a force of collective hatred that does not disappear into this world until after a genocide.

After the first afternoon, Li Hongzhang said to Ito Hirobumi. Do you really want me to sign this Treaty of Shimonoseki? Once I have signed it, you and my descendants will become undying enemies for generations to come. Even if the corpses of the two ethnic groups are piled up into a mountain, and the blood flows into a river, it still cannot be resolved. Japan can beat China once, or several times.

But Japan can't always beat China, are you sure you don't leave a way back for your children and grandchildren?

Ito Hirobumi was silent, and the short-sightedness of strategy allowed him to see only a moment of strength. And forget that this country has been on top of the world for the past 5,000 years.

But just a hundred years later, China is on the rise again. The national strength once again surpassed Japan, and at this time, China was full of hatred for Japan in its bones. This kind of hatred pervades the hearts of every conscientious Chinese, and once this kind of national hatred breaks out, it will be a catastrophe for Japan.

Therefore, Japan can only survive under the wing of the United States, hoping that it will not be burned by the flames of this national hatred.

Look at the charred trebuchet and the corpses curled up on the trebuchet like black charcoal. Li Deyu and Yousufu can only smile bitterly!

Yun Hao has used humanity to the extreme, and Arabs need to use their lives to pave the way for the happiness of future generations. And the object of the Arabs' desperate efforts is undoubtedly their own big cannibals. The hatred between the Persians and the Arabs dates back thousands of years.

No one will say who is right and who is wrong, and no one will do justice. At this point, it doesn't matter where the national contradictions start. Because once national hatred is settled, it will never be resolved. There will be no day of cessation until one party completely disappears into this world.

Yun Hao took advantage of the hatred in his heart, supplemented by the temptation of money. It can make the Arabs go forward regardless of life and death! And in this kind of national war, it must be the Tang people who have the last laugh.

What a sinister means, such a deep calculation.

Li Deyu shook his head, "Aleppo has already swallowed up too much of our strength, if we can't cross Aleppo again." Our morale will take a huge hit, and once it collapses, the internal problems will be even more acute. By that time, we will have to return to Constantinople.

Because of Zhang Liang's matter, Yun Hao may let the caliph go. But he will never let you go!

What do you think he built that canal for? He just wanted the fleet of the Tang Dynasty to sail directly to the city of Constantinople, and if he wanted to attack the city, he would need a steady stream of supplies. It is simply impossible to transport these things by land, he can only do so by water.

In other words, we can only defeat Yun Hao here. If you return to Constantinople, it will be a dead end. Yun Hao will chase us to the ends of the earth like maggots on tarsal bones. Until the heads of you and me were presented by him to the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. ”

"I know the consequences, but now we really can't get around Aleppo. Only by taking Aleppo and Antioch can our army continue south. Attack Damascus and the holy city of Jerusalem! If we can't take Aleppo, how can we attack Antioch. Yusuf looked helplessly at Aleppo, which had become a ruin.

It was once his fiefdom, and the walls of Aleppo were built under his auspices. But now, it has become the biggest obstacle to his progress.

"Let the caliph come, we have done our best. Seeing those corpses, the caliph must have been unable to say anything more. ”

"Alright! Let the caliph joke go, we can't afford to lose all the warriors here. Yusuf hung his head helplessly, he knew what kind of mockery he was going to receive. But he couldn't help it, his own power was already weak. It must not be like the caliphate, who profligate without restraint.

"Yusuf admits his defeat?" The caliph was shocked that he had misheard that Aleppo was originally Yusuf's fiefdom. Let him attack thinking that he could quickly open the portal to Antioch, but he didn't expect to attack for more than half a month. The news I got was that Yusuf admitted his defeat, you must know that the main force of the Tang army did not participate in the war at all, at most it was just a few airships to harass it.

"Could it be that Yusuf wants to borrow the hands of the Tang people to weaken our strength?" Mustafa's mind is full of conspiracy theories.

"Yusuf did hit his head in Aleppo and bled out, and the Arabs went crazy. A few nights ago, they even lit themselves to Yusuf's military formation. Yusuf's trebuchet was burned, and he had no choice but to withdraw from the battlefield. "Muhammad, as an intermediary, knows more about Yusuf.

"It seems that Yusuf is just a defensive guy. Saarin is that idiot, he must be attacking the city badly. This is why Constantinople was not taken! At the thought of Saalim, the caliph was angry. If it weren't for him, he would have now taken Constantinople himself.

Yusuf, who was an eyesore, had long been tied to the stake and burned alive. How can you still command the battle like now? I haven't fucking beaten the Tang people!

The ministers didn't speak, and Saalin didn't have any skills. He was secretly killed by Yusuf a long time ago, and now he is still alive because of the queen's care. It is said that the queen used to have a leg with the handsome Saalin, and the grapevine said that the queen also had an abortion for Saalin.

Under the encouragement of an eighth-rate gynecologist, the queen could never have children again.

This is the gossip that has been heard in the streets of Baghdad, and I don't know who spread it. But these four words are deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

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(Tianjin)