The cool autumn sun slanted into the Tang-style study, the whitish sunlight also gave people a cold feeling, the rich smell of coffee and smoke swirled in the room, on the table, throwing books everywhere, and a fat man wearing a captain's helmet but wearing a Confucian robe with red eyes sat behind the desk.

It's really dangerous to make people mature, in just a few days, Song Jing's youth has faded a lot, and it has been replaced by the maturity of the generals, but the price of this maturity is cruel.

In order to delay the rolling iron hooves of the Bedouin army, every day, he had to send dozens or even hundreds of people to risk and even die, especially today, under the frenzied attack of the Bedouins who slaughtered in vain, only a dozen or so soldiers of the eight nearby military forts have escaped covered in blood.

There are only about 2,005 cards in his hand, but he has to play with a big dealer who holds more than 100,000 yuan, and the price paid is amazing.

Sitting in front of the window with a military newspaper, this fat man faintly had a more stable momentum than Xue Ne.

Half a minute after Li Ming and Yao Chong came in, Song Jing sighed and dropped the battle report, and said with a helpless sigh.

"We were abandoned."

"Who's to say it's not." Speaking of this, the corners of Yao Chong's eyes couldn't help but reveal a murderous fierceness, and he slammed his fist on the table with resentment.

"Who said no, Ma Shiyong's bastard escaped with a large number of people from the third brigade of the C regiment and the A regiment, this group of bastards who should go to the Black Capital Prison"

Not everyone is not afraid of death, and they can maintain the responsibility on their shoulders, Ma Shiyong and others are like this, they used to be high-level generals and colonels of the Confucian soldiers, but they led the team loosely on weekdays, and Xue Ne, who was already disappointed in the Confucian soldiers, simply promoted Yao Chong and Song Jing as the first and second in command, which made Ma Shiyong and others, who had lost their rights, jealous.

The last time there was a battle outside the city of Shiraz, Song Jing went back and worked hard, Ma Shiyong and others took some of the former officers and people who were enveloped to retreat and flee to the south, this time, he was not surprised to lead people away, he was already nervous, and he didn't watch it yet, no wonder Yao Chong was so angry.

Listening to his annoyed complaints, Song Jing didn't deliver the goods, but didn't care about handing over the battle report in his hand.

"Those who should stay can't go, those who should leave can't stay, without them, there is a lot less trouble at the critical moment, let him go."

"It's the real headache here"

"You can see it." Annoyed and muttered, under the confused gaze of Li Mingming's big eyes, Yao Chong suddenly opened the military newspaper, but after a while, he screamed angrily.

"What? Was he Li Yexu's head kicked by a donkey? and the king of the river...... White ......"

He opened his mouth and wanted to scold the idiot, but he turned his head to look at Li Ming's big watery eyes, and Yao Chong, who was in a rage, still had to swallow back the word idiot that blurted out, and Yao Chong couldn't help but hum a sentence around this.

"Tiger Father and Dog Son"

Zagros Mountains, the granary of the dangerous mountain fort, where there are enough food for hundreds of thousands of troops to eat for a year, equipment to support several major battles, and more importantly, the southern front and the northern front to defend the back of 100,000 Fujian troops, here is to be lost, Li let Li Yexu's army either starve to death or feed Wang Ba in the Persian Gulf.

Because of this, desperately sending people to harass and send them to death every day, the Confucian soldiers also held on, dragging on for these five days, and the precious five days were enough for 40,000 Hezhong Iron Army to rush back to consolidate the defense of the dangerous mountain fort, but Yao Chong and Song Jing went out to fight for five days, and the main force of the southern front did not move a single soldier, and was still entangled with the Arabs outside Basra.

What's even more infuriating is that Li Yexu's official document actually allowed the Confucian soldiers to stick to Qom City and not give up an inch of land.

It's lightweight.

Listening to Yao Chong scolding Li Rang, Li Ming, who still didn't understand what was going on, smiled into two rounds of crescent moon with good-looking eyes, and nodded in agreement again and again.

"That's right, that's right, Li Rang has always been a nerd like a nerd, grinding like a woman, just like a tiger father and a dog."

Listening to Li Ming scolding Li Rang so happily, Song Jing and Yao Chong couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on the back of their heads, it seems that this is the daughter of the King of Min is ** is not far away, in today's empire, the power of the king of Hezhong County is definitely hot, usually the royal clan is too late, who dares to abuse?

Listening to the aunt complaining a few words in a cold sweat, the heavy reality pulled Yao Chong and Song Jing back, her eyes flickered, and Yao Chong asked hesitantly: "Then, what should we do?"

"Brother Yao, today's battle situation is indeed desperate, if we retreat, we may be able to save our lives, return to Beijing alive, and be a country citizen far away from the war."

"But we retreated, what is the difference between us and the mediocre generals and mediocre people we laughed at in history?"

Staring at Li Yexu's dazzling stubborn order, Song Jing's pupils danced faintly, and after a pause, he continued to say in a distracted manner: "The person who is a confidant dies, Li Yexu can be foolish, but I, Song Jing, can't be disloyal, I decided to shed it and stick to it."

Seeing Song Jing's eyes eagerly look over, Yao Chong's heart beat a few times again.

I really want to nod my head righteously, and make a name for myself with enthusiasm, but in front of me, there always seems to be a black shadow shrouded in it.

The number of cases was less than 1,000, and against 140,000 murderous Arab cavalry, a big dead word kept beating in Yao Chong's mind, making his hands cold and trembling irrepressibly.

"This, isn't it a little, the mantis arm is a car ......"

"If you dare to send my wife back this time, I will fight with you"

Before Yao Chong finished speaking, he could only hear the words clearly, and the crisp voice beside him was already shouting angrily, his hands pinched his waist, and Li Ming glared at Song Jing like a little pepper.

"We are brothers, where you are and where I am"

"Okay, okay, we're brothers, stay, okay." Full of sorrow, Song Jing waved his hand helplessly, this time, Yao Chong lowered his head again.

"Qom City has two gates, east and west, and I'm going to the east city to transfer supplies."

As he spoke, Yao Chong turned straight and walked out of the door, and behind him, Song Jing was still shouting that he would arrive for a while, and he didn't notice Yao Chong's two pinched fists, and his nails had actually been cut into the flesh.

Qom was a fortified city in the Sassanid Empire, once the gateway from Khorasan to Mesopotamia, and the Persian nobility built strong walls to protect their wealth.

However, this sturdy can only be regarded as relatively speaking, but the loess city wall six or seven meters high is impregnable to defend against the poorly equipped sand bandits in the desert, but in the face of the 140,000 Saladin army that absorbed a part of Persia, Min, and Roman engineering, it seems much thinner.

Therefore, the weak Confucian soldiers desperately stockpiled their battle equipment.

"Let's come on and transport more rolling stones and wood, kill those Arabs tomorrow, defend the city, everyone has military merits, and Damin will never hesitate to reward."

"Hold on, everyone is a hero of Damin"

A basket of heavy stones was placed on the horizontal railing, dozens of Confucian soldiers used up their strength, desperately pulling upwards, tired and sweating, on the other hand, hanging up with heavy fire oil, several soldiers at the city gate were also tired like dogs, panting, but listening to the crisp voice, one by one the Fujian army was still full of energy.

Enthusiastic like a burning sun, Li Ming is also a lark spinning around, cheering for the big guys.

However, not everyone is so hard-working, at the gate of the city, leading more than a dozen Confucian soldiers to carry the wood, never done such heavy work, tired and sweaty, a face as long as a horse's face, the rich boy looked like a man listening to Li Ming's encouragement but full of resentment, disdainfully spit to the side.

"Straight lady thief, she is still so lively when she is sent to death."

This person is Ma Shiyong, who took the lead in escaping last night, there are still a group of slaves and maids at home, and the family has a lot of money, and he didn't take all this to heart at all, Ma Shiyong didn't say anything about it, and he also pulled four or five hundred people to escape together.

However, that is, he was clever but was mistaken by cleverness, thinking about bringing more people and not blaming the public, who would have expected that such a large team would be discovered by the Bedouin scout team who had outflanked him, how could he have the courage to restrain the soldiers, more than 400 people were scattered by more than 60 Bedouin cavalry, and after the death of thirty or forty, everyone ran away.

Dizzy, Ma Shiyong actually ran back to Qom City, and was whipped ten times by the bitter and hateful Yao Chong on the spot, and was almost not beheaded on the spot, and now his back is still hot and painful, while carrying things, Ma Shiyong stared at Yao Chong Song Jing who was patrolling the army at the head of the city wall with great resentment, and cursed viciously.

"What's the spirit, tomorrow is not the life of being beheaded by the Arab barbarians, phew, a dead fat man who sloshes his beard and shoots his horse."

"Shut up and get to work"

The officer on patrol whipped over, and Ma Shiyong, who was whipping, had to quickly lower his head and carry the heavy alderwood harder.

Piles of stones, wood piled up beside him, and some steel crossbow arrows were also rich and tight, repaired for several days in a row, and the battlements of the city were all covered with bricks, which looked quite strong, but so many things still couldn't hide Yao Chong's worries.

From here, it is almost clear that the city of Qom is surrounded by a large net of burning black smoke crowded in all directions, and the people are almost suffocated.

couldn't help it, Yao Chong still looked back.

On the street near the city gate, Song Jing was still communicating with the old imams of the local Arab community, and on the other side, Li Ming, who was helping to erect a big stone, was still so carefree, gritting his teeth, Yao Chong turned his head again.

"Fight with them"