On the same night, in the same time and space, the gaze turned to the distant Persian Gulf, and there was also a bright moon hanging in the middle of the sky.

The moonlight was like water, cold and bright, smeared down like a watermark, illuminating this dark and silent land.

There was a night wind howling, blowing the big flag hunting, and the night wind howled and raised sand and dust, and smashed on the tent with a crackling and screeching sound.

It was a huge barracks, and at night there were countless sheepskin tents towering over the desert, and every short distance in the camp there was a brazier stained with charcoal fire, and the fire shone brightly on the desolation and heaviness of Central Asia.

Although the brazier was blazing, the night was still dark, and there was the rustle of leather boots on the ground from time to time in the camp of Nuoda, and a group of soldiers armed with scimitars patrolled back and forth in the camp.

In the very center of the camp, there is a tent that looks like a normal tent, with no ornate decoration inside and out, the only difference being that it is larger than an ordinary tent.

At this time, the tent was brightly lit, twelve large butter candles were burning, and the light of the fire dispelled all the darkness in the tent, and hundreds of people sat on the ground in the tent, and all eyes were focused on the first middle-aged man.

The man's face was characteristic of the Arabs, thin, with a high nose, a slightly curved beard, and a gaze like that of an eagle's falcon, and he was also sitting cross-legged on the sand, when he suddenly drew his sword and struck hard at his shield, and the crisp sound of the knife was shocking.

He slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes shot a fierce look, and said loudly: "In the battle of Qadisia, the empire invested two million troops, and the army of the Sassanid Empire has been defeated by us, but the Persian Empire is still dead and not stiff, generals, we still need to work hard to continue to conquer this land." ”

The camp listened silently, and several scribes took 'Kalem' and kept writing a record that Kalem was referring to a kind of rubber resin, which was used by the Arabs to write and write notes a long time ago, although the pen is no longer made of branches, but the name of the pen still uses the earliest name.

The name Kalem has a strong Arabic style, but unfortunately although the name is good, the actual speed of writing is unsatisfactory, and Harry speaks so fast that several scribes can't keep up with his speed, so everyone can only divide the labor and cooperate, and everyone is responsible for recording one of his words.

Even so, the speed was still not enough, and several scribes continued to write hard, and anxious sweat appeared on their foreheads.

Harry the Great was obviously a little dissatisfied, and suddenly his tone changed tone, his eagle-like eyes were still bright, but he sighed softly: "It is said that in the far east, there is an extremely ancient and magical country, which produces white paper, has a brush as soft as wool, and their literati can write beautiful poems, and can record the words of the emperor in a concise and concise manner......"

This tone of dissatisfaction could be heard by anyone, and several scribes could not help but shudder, and suddenly someone in the tent stood up, drew his sword and shouted: "Conquer them, rob them of paper and brushes, the words of the emperor need the best tools to record, and the teachings of the saints need the best tools to copy, send troops, and conquer them." ”

This person spoke alone, and in the blink of an eye, dozens of generals quickly stood up in the tough battle, and everyone pulled out their scimitars and roared continuously.

Harry the Great's eyes were satisfied, but he did not continue the topic, but his tone changed again, and returned to the direction in which he originally talked about the Persian war, and said with a blazing gaze: "Generals, conquest is a permanent topic, the teachings of the Sages are leading us forward, the first battle of Qadisia, we destroyed the main army of the Sassanid Empire, but the Persian Empire is still able to mobilize millions of soldiers to fight......"

He paused slightly when he said this, his eyes slowly scanned the people in the camp, and he said loudly: "After discussion with all the elders, I decided to continue to push the army forward in ten days, first defeat Persian Huzestan, and then pacify Isfahan in a war, the Persian Empire has been weakened, and this land will belong to the Arab Empire in the future, generals, pick up your scimitars, raise your shields, advance, charge, conquer this fertile land, and let the glory of the Holy One spread throughout the entire Persian Gulf!" ”

Boom, everyone in the tent stood up, their eyes shot out of flames, and their bodies burst out with strong fighting intent. This was the most powerful era in Arabia, and everyone had a desire to conquer in their bones.

Harry the Great was very satisfied, and spoke again: "When we digest this rich land, the strength of the empire will inevitably rise to a higher level, and then the army can choose to go on an expedition to the east and conquer the legendary magical country." ”

This time he pointed something else, his tone was clearly mixed with temptation, and he said leisurely: "There are merchants in the empire who have come from the east and brought back countless exquisite porcelain and silk, the porcelain is as white as a woman's skin, and the silk is as smooth as a woman's skin, these are all things produced in that magical country, we in Arabia need these exquisite treasures, but the merchants are not willing to spend money to buy them, so we need to conquer their country, enslave their people, and let them produce treasures for us with magical technology, Let all Arabs enjoy the most exquisite life in the world......"

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All the emperors in the world are the same, good at making cakes for their courtiers, the Arab Empire and Persia have not yet been decided, and there is even a Byzantine Empire in the western region not far away, but Harry the Great has set his sights on the East, this is the pattern and desire of the eloquent emperor.

In one of his war solo shows, a few busy scribes were sweating profusely and writing hard, but the generals wielding scimitars were like rainbows, and their mouths kept roaring to conquer distant places and conquer everything.

The night was foggy, the cold wind was howling, the huge butter candles in the tent were crackling and burning, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of smoke.

Harry the Great stood there silently, his falcon-like gaze constantly scanning the roaring generals, and when everyone's fighting spirit swelled to the highest, he suddenly looked up to the sky and smiled, turned and ran behind the tent.

The generals were still roaring, but their voices were getting smaller and weaker, and at this moment countless maids rushed in with steaming pans, and the large pieces of roast mutton in the pans were full of fat and fragrant.

Tonight was a great dinner, a great gathering of Harry the Great to reward the heroes, and soon the sound of revelry sounded in the tent of Nuoda, and some musicians played the melodious oud.

Harry the Great left the tent and soon returned to the tent in which he had been sleeping, which was not as simple as the one which had been in front of him, and was dotted with fine gold and silver utensils, and white jade and precious stones were scattered on the ground.

The emperor does not forget to enjoy himself even on the march, although the Arabs have rough habits, but Harry the Great is a person who likes to enjoy.

He slowly walked to the middle of the tent and sat down, and slowly tasted the cup of sweet wine, and from time to time his falcon-like eyes glanced at the Persian dancer, and his mouth made a man's characteristic tsk.

This is his own tent, resting on the side of the Tang Dynasty similar to the emperor's palace, the strange thing is that there are outsiders in the tent, there are seven or eight old men who have stayed here long before the return of Harry the Great.

It turned out that this was his real staff, and those in the front camp were just generals who fought in battle.

Harry the Great drank all the wine in his hand, and suddenly his eyes swept coldly at the seven or eight old men, and the smile on his face disappeared at some point, and he said in a deep voice: "Is there any news?" ”

This question was headless and brainless, but several old men seemed to know what he was asking, but when he heard an old man cough, he said softly: "Back to my emperor, the matter has been investigated and understood, when the empire launched a war mobilization order against the Sassanid Empire, Prince Khalim did respond to your call!" ”

Harry the Great stared, looked at the old man and asked, "Since you responded to my call, why didn't you see the army coming?" I almost lost the battle against Cadisia this time, could it be that he deliberately wanted to drag me to death? ”

The old man hurriedly shook his head, coughed twice in embarrassment, his face showed a hint of strangeness, and explained in a low voice: "Don't misunderstand, the emperor does not need to doubt Prince Harim's loyalty to you, according to the information we have investigated, he immediately took the 200,000 troops under his command on the road after receiving the call, and his initial marching route was definitely to assemble towards the holy capital. It's a pity, it's a pity......"

"What a pity?" Harry the Great snorted coldly, his eyes already showing impatience.

"It's a pity that he encountered a black sandstorm on the road that has not been seen in a hundred years, and Prince Harim's army lost its way in the sandstorm, and they went further and further all the way, and even went to the far east......"

Bang!

The table suddenly made a muffled sound, shaking the beautiful jade plate placed on it, which was caused by Harry the Great's fist slamming on the table, and he shouted angrily: "This fool can lead troops to fight in the wrong direction, it is simply the greatest mockery of my noble bloodline, if it weren't for the strength of her mother's family, I would definitely send him to the desert to eat sand." ”

A few old men were silent, no one was willing to speak on this kind of thing, no one knew whether the emperor's words were true or false, and if they rashly followed, it might be a dead disaster.

Sure enough, he only heard Harry the Great roar a few times, and in a blink of an eye, his anger had dissipated, he flicked the desktop in front of him lightly with his fingers, and suddenly asked with curiosity: "You just said that he went to the East, so is there any news from this idiot?" What did he do in the East, and why did he not turn back for a whole year? ”

Several old men glanced at each other, and the first person kowtowed in place, and said in an excited tone: "Emperor, a thousand opportunities, Prince Harim has definitely made a great contribution this time by mistake, he has discovered the weapon of the gods in the far east......"

"Oh? A weapon of the gods? Harry the Great's eyes narrowed, seemingly slightly interested, but in fact they were shining.

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…… The first update arrives, 3100 words