Liu Mu stood up: "Fight, this is a good opportunity, originally I could have reminded the Romans and Persians, since you are warlike, fight." In terms of age, I am the youngest here, and there is also a prince-level general here in terms of official position, and I only have one small request, unless it is a matter of life and death, the Tang army will not fight. ”

After saying that, Liu Mu got up and walked out.

After the willow wood went out, a total of twelve generals of the slave regiment led by Lion Wood and Cossack Khmelits entered.

Li Daozong took his seat, and a huge map was opened.

"Two, the simplest way to put it is that you have been training for so long, and you are the main force in this game. If you are defeated, you can only get two percent of the spoils, and if our Tang army does not fight, you will get ninety and a half percent of the spoils, and if the Tang army goes to war, you will only get half of it. ”

Why ninety and a half?

After conveying Li Daozong's order, the interpreter explained: "Half of the tax is deducted, and according to the Tang law, all the income of craftsmen and soldiers who have no land must be taxed. If you join the military security system, you have to pay one or two, and if you are disabled or old, you will be supported by the military. In the event of a death in battle, the amount of the pension is guaranteed to be doubled. ”

Taxes!!!

The twelve slave generals were momentarily stunned.

They don't know the laws of Tang but have heard of the laws of Western Rome and Eastern Rome, and the taxes of the Roman Empire are divided into two kinds, one is called provincial tax, and citizens have to pay taxes, ten percent. Then the provinces had to pay trade duties between them, and at least 25 percent of the customs duties were levied on spices from the East.

There are also small taxes, which are very, very small compared to the first two.

Datang actually collects taxes from slaves, is this not treating them as slaves, or is Datang's law very strange, does it mean that slaves still have property rights?

Khmelitz then spoke: "We need victory. ”

One sentence pulls the hearts of all slave generals back to reality, what is the use of thinking so much, a victory is the most important thing.

"Now, set up your tactics." At the beginning of the founding of the Tang Dynasty, Li Daozong fought in the south and the north, and now he has the information on the troops of the Saracen Kingdom provided by Liu Mu, as well as the possible troop layout that Wenyue Pavilion heard about.

After Li Daozong finished talking about the tactical arrangement, he asked, "What problems do you have?" ”

A slave who was once a general of the Persian kingdom of Sassani stepped forward: "Your Majesty......"

"Stop!"

His Majesty frightened Li Daozong.

The aristocratic ancient Greek Li Daozong still learned a little, they have the title of emperor and king, the emperor is limited to the Roman emperor, the king is the king canonized by the Roman emperor. Even if they had fought with Rome, the kings of the Visigothic kingdoms who had been hostile were nominally canonized by Roman emperors and were called kings.

The honorific titles of the emperor and the king are both called Your Majesty.

But Li Daozong didn't dare to accept this title, according to the law of the Tang Dynasty, only the emperor, the saint, and the queen were qualified to be called His Majesty.

The translator was also sweating, and after explaining, although the general of the Sasang Kingdom still didn't quite understand, he still changed his words: "Your Royal Highness, I saw that there was a group of slave cavalry in the enemy army tied around their necks with red cloth strips, and I thought I could make them surrender. ”

"Sure?"

"Yes, this is my legion, and we became slaves after the fall of Ramhe. I fought for Saracen as a slave in Rome and was accidentally captured. No one would ransom a slave, and the Roman emperor would not have made a slave a general. Therefore, if a person like me does not want to be a gladiator, he can only work as a coolie. ”

After listening to the general's words, Li Daozong discussed with everyone for a quarter of an hour and then Li Daozong said: "Okay, we can try it, do any of your former subordinates know how to read?" ”

"Tyro Shamis, my brother."

"Good." Li Daozong was even more convinced that it was possible to get an army of Persians to surrender.

A new plan began to be formulated in this room, and the masters of Wenyue Pavilion began to move with it.

A few days later, Tanma, the striker of the Saracen Kingdom, was already circling the city.

The commander of the kingdom of Saracen also learned that the city's defenses consisted of only a regular army of 5,000 Romans, and a slave army that might have numbered 10,000 newly equipped.

War is on the verge of breaking out.

In the two cities north of Eilat, the commanders of the Roman legions heard the news and urgently mobilized their soldiers to prepare for the rescue of Eilat, knowing that there were only 5,000 soldiers there, as well as the slave soldiers that the Tang had only recently bought, and the small number of Don soldiers, probably only 2,000.

The defeat is not terrible, if the important personnel of the Tang Empire die in that city, it will not be good for the alliance.

In Saracen's barracks, the commander was also giving a mobilization order, and when he heard that there were only 5,000 soldiers in front of him, he asked all the slave soldiers to follow the baggage camp, and he wanted to use his 50,000 main force to take this important place with only 5,000 defenders in one fell swoop.

He didn't pay attention to the 10,000 slave soldiers at all, and the slave soldiers he had just equipped could not be the opponent of the regular army.

Saracen back camp.

A man wrapped in a white cloak made an eerie appearance in the tent of Tyro Shamis.

"I just saw some adjustments to the formation?"

Tyrosamis replied: "All the slave soldiers are in the rear, there are only five thousand men on the opposite side, and you can make us surrender, or use our corpses to get reinforcements for you." ”

"My answer is, you don't need to fight, you just need to watch. By the way, all the baggage is protected, this is the trophy. That's it, believe it or not, just look at it with your eyes. We don't need the 5,000 Roman soldiers either, only 50,000 light cavalry, they ...... Not enough to kill! ”

Wenyue Pavilion's secret agent ended his conversation with Tyro Amis with three words.

By the time Tyro Amis was about to ask again, the man had already vanished. He hurriedly chased out of the tent, and the soldiers outside also said that they didn't see anyone at all.

After weighing left and right, Tairo Amis chose to believe that after all, it was his own brother who asked him to take all the slave soldiers to join the Tang Army, and he was once the supreme commander of this legion.

Array!

This kind of thing suited the Roman legions, even if the Visigoths or the Frankish kingdoms would be arrayed.

Saracen would not, they rushed down the city like wolves, more than 30,000 cavalry protecting more than 10,000 infantry carrying siege ladders.

Khmelitz lurked in the woods by a river with his men, and watched as many Saracen cavalry rushed past, but none of them looked into the woods.

Looking at the colorful cloak on his body, Khmelitz thought it was a kind of magic from the mysterious East.

Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded, and a huge red fireball exploded in the sky. The soldiers of the Saracen Kingdom who were preparing to attack all stared blankly at the sky.