The Roman military scientist Tacitus once famously said that the larger the army, the easier it is to be confused.

On the fourth day, the Bedouins spent their time in chaos, everywhere, the Min people set up ambushes, or threw a bunch of thistles to tie the horse's feet, or hid in the grass to shoot cold arrows, and what was more threatening was that in the morning the Min people also put their precious repeating guns in the grass to shoot at the Arab army, killing more than ten people on the spot.

The casualties on this day were really not big, in addition to the more than ten people killed by the continuous shooting, there were also a few unlucky ghosts who were killed by the crossbow arrows at close range, and the rest were Fujian people who put a cold arrow far away, turned around and ran, more than 100 attacks, and only shot and injured more than 100 people.

But the Bedouins are also people, not machines, and they are afraid to wait for the cold arrow to fall on their heads, and that kind of torment is not something that ordinary people can bear, and there are horse traps on the ground, and thistles terrestris, no one knows which place there is, and they often lead their horses around a zigzag, and all day long, the Arabs only walk more than 20 miles.

In the evening, he could faintly see the place where he was camped yesterday, and then looked at his own nephew who was killed in front of him, as well as the sparse Fujian people who were blown up by the last box of gunpowder, and the fury on Saladin's face could even be clearly felt by Berkel, who was more than ten meters away, and subconsciously, he put his hand on his faintly aching face.

On the vast grassland, the terrifying and fearful roar of Saladin's wild wolf echoed.

"Min people! This Caliph will kill you all! ”

Saladin is a tyrant who really does what he says.

On the fifth day, no longer pursuing the speed of the march, the Bedouin army dispersed like wolves in the tribes, spreading terror and slaughter to the west bank of the Shatt al-Arab.

"Help! Run! ”

Crying and shouting, in the villages, the mainland Tang people who were either exiled or took the initiative to relocate cried and fled in terror, and the land that was cultivated with great difficulty and the family business they bought were ruthlessly abandoned, and they did not even bring a little rice and grain, and fled in despair.

However, at the entrance of the village, they were greeted by the whole hideous and wild smile of the Bedouin cavalry and the even more cold and cruel scimitar.

While the Tang people were slaughtered, the local Arab settlement clans were also trembling, watching their houses set on fire, and the elderly tribal elder imam trembled and prostrated at Saladin's feet, trembling and pleading.

"O great caliph! We are also believers in the Lord, blood relatives of the Arabs, why should we bring slaughter on blood relatives? ”

Listening to this shuddering wail, Saladin looked at the wolf's fierce face, but he didn't even have the slightest sympathy, kicked it coldly, and then stabbed it with a scimitar, spraying hot blood on his face, and he licked the corners of his mouth and scolded fiercely.

"Those who are lackeys for the Fujian people should be damned!"

In the blink of an eye, a small village was reduced to ashes.

Satisfied with the ****, leading the disheveled caliphate forbidden army, Saladin just left the village satisfied, and met an Arab knight who galloped anxiously in front of him.

Or Berkel.

Berkr, who had been beaten twice in public by Saladin in a row and had become the laughing stock of the chieftains, was so reluctant to come to see Saladin, but today, he had no choice, looking at the caliph banner that imitated the Fujian people, Bakr dismounted in embarrassment, prostrate in front of Saladin, and roared with all his might.

"Caliph, the Ishke clan is my blood relatives of Berk, why did you slaughter them too?"

"They have informed me of the information, and they have sacrificed their holy war in the cities of the Min people, they are loyal subjects of Great Arabia!"

Listening to Berkel's wailing voice, before Saladin could speak, Esmain, the leader of the Caliph's forbidden army on the side, was already roaring impatiently: "There are so many villages, who knows whose blood relatives that family is, anyway, they are all ruled by infidels, and if you kill them, you should help them get rid of them."

Hearing these nonchalant words, Bakr was full of astonishment, and after a moment of stunnedness, he turned to Saladin and asked sadly: "Caliph, what do you say?"

"Send these believers to the Lord, and He will choose who will go to Heaven and who will go to Hellfire."

Saladin's faint words, which also meant that he was not to blame for the past, heard that Berkel's ears were like being struck by lightning, and he was stunned for a moment, and he could no longer care about pleasing Saladin, so Berkel turned his head and turned on his horse, and actually rode away without looking back.

"This reckless man dares to be unreasonable! He should have been killed! ”

Esmaine immediately roared indignantly in Saladin's ear, but Saladin waved his hand casually without caring when he saw him go.

"Let him go, anyway, if I seize the material of the Min people and destroy the army of the Min people in Basra, the whole of West Mesopotamia will be mine, and then a little Berkel, like a little grasshopper in autumn, will not be able to make any waves, and if you want to eat him, you can eat him at any time!"

Still full of confidence in the future of the battle, Saladin said unconcernedly.

After a small episode of Berkel, which did not affect the mood of the Bedouin army to loot and kill, Saladin smiled happily, and went straight to the next village.

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Qom City, now as if facing the end of the world, the streets, full of people fleeing with their wives and children, at this time, the rule of the lower level of the Min has collapsed, the Min army can not carry out the mission of exile, can only let them escape.

Not to mention these people, the army is in chaos, and the courage can still be mustered on the battlefield where the strength is evenly matched, but now the disparity in power is so great that no one may remember it when they die, and the huge western border, all sides, forts, towns, and guards do not know how many of the original border guards have fled back, and there is no shortage of black standard military uniforms in the streets and alleys.

"Don't panic, don't squeeze, Da Min will protect everyone! You're all safe! ”

At the gate of the city, hanging an arm, Li Ming led more than a dozen sergeants to desperately maintain law and order, but there were too many people crowded outside, and the true evil of human nature was still exposed, some went on to rob others of other people's wealth, and some were even more reckless in rubbing oil on women.

No one listened to Li Ming at all.

Seeing that the chaos could not be curbed at all, the crowded water at the east city gate could not be drained, and no one could get out, and some people even spoke foul language to himself, Li Ming was already so anxious that he was covered with sweat, and a few wisps of bangs stuck to his white forehead along the sweat.

This kung fu, just as Yao Chong, who was gloomy, walked from the city wall to the city gate, in the end, it was a woman, and Li Ming ran over anxiously for the first time, pulling Yao Chong and shouting in a panic.

"What should I do? I can't control the situation at all! ”

Tilting his head to look at the chaotic situation, Yao Chong's little white face was surprisingly calm, and he asked Li Ming with an expressionless face: "Little brother, have you brought your fire gun?"

"Brought it." Confused, Li Ming inexplicably kept an inch away, and Li Jie personally took out the talisman she gave her and handed it over.

didn't even think about it, the Han soldiers who carried the fire hammer and shone the most jubilant crowd in the crowd, and insulted the Confucian soldiers with foul language, directly hugged the fire in the head.

The flint burst into flames, and thumb-thick lead whistled out with a sharp and piercing sound, and half of the man's head, which looked muscular, flew straight out.

Thick blood and white brain flowers splashed the people around them, and thousands of people were silent for a few seconds, and the crowd suddenly dispersed like autumn wind rolling leaves in the woman's scream.

"Everyone obeys the order, and those who dare to crowd will be killed! All the government soldiers reported to the city gate guards, and those who dared to evade military service were beheaded! Whether you fight with the Arabs or deal with military justice and disgrace, you can do it yourself. ”

As he spoke, in Li Ming's stunned eyes, Yao Chong returned the firearm and turned around and walked towards the center of the city.

Seeing the blood, the Confucian soldiers also aroused the fierceness of the points, and without saying a word, they directly picked up the steel crossbow, and the crowd that was difficult to control just now finally became silent, whether it was a streamer or a local Arab, they were silent and lowered their heads as quickly as possible through the city gate, and fled to the interior.

"Hey, wait for me!"

After being dumbfounded for a moment, Li Ming quickly caught up, patted him on the shoulder with surprise and exclaimed excitedly: "When did you kid be so decisive?"

"I will never be able to compare to Brother Song."

Shaking his head with emotion, Yao Chong looked at Li Ming quite seriously and said, "If I don't be ruthless, won't I never be able to compare to him?"

"Hehe, you, you have to compare to that fat man." was full of smiles, and he didn't hear the pain in Yao Chong's words at all, and Li Ming also slapped him on the back of the head with a smile.

Rubbing the back of his head and turning his head, Yao Chong showed a deep wry smile.

When retreating, Li Ming insisted that he would definitely slip away, but followed Song Jing but was willing to take risks to prove whether he had evacuated, and when he couldn't see himself, Li Ming probably felt a little lost in his heart.

Listening to Song Jing's apology at this moment, Yao Chong hated himself so deeply for the first time, even if he didn't compete with Lord Li, he used to be proud of being a person, and he thought that he was not inferior to anyone, but now, he no longer had a psychological defense line to preserve this pride.

The town guard mansion in the city used to belong to Xue Ne, but now Song Jing has completely replaced his shadow.

The soldiers of the Confucian soldiers who hurriedly came and went in front of the town guard mansion, looking at the majestic town guard house, seemed to have confidence in their hearts, when the catastrophe came, this became the determination of Qom City to resist, and it seemed that no amount of Bedouin cavalry could overwhelm the backbone here.

But no one knew that Song Jing, who was regarded as the backbone of determination, was also helpless at this time looking at the battle report.

The door was gently pushed open, and Yao Chong and Li Ming walked in one after another, which made Song Jing take his attention back from the battle report, and saw that the two of them were slowly helpless in their first sentence.

"We were abandoned."