Fang Yiai's mood is very unhappy

He can really be regarded as a thousand miles away, rushed from Damascus to the Buddha in batches, stayed in the Buddha house for less than three days, and then embarked on the road to the European battlefield, with a heart full of enthusiasm to the battlefield, Fang Yiai even had the consciousness of dying in the city of Constantinople, but just got off the ship in a hurry, and got this task of going north to guard.

The Thracian Military Region has almost been emptied, and many of the Roman soldiers under his command used to be the legionary infantry of the Thracian Military District, and there is no better understanding of how empty the Eastern Roman Empire has been, and the remaining Roman defenders in the north are probably less than 20,000, and most of them are old and weak, and the Bolgar tribe still has 20,000 or 30,000 cavalry, but it is more than enough to defend with 50,000 Arab cavalry!

What's more, they didn't dare to go south to fight for so many days, and they led the elite army to arrive, I'm afraid that the Bulgars didn't have the courage to go south to aid Constantinople, I was afraid that they would come, and these cowards who had been beaten by Da Min didn't dare to take a step south.

Just arrived outside the city of Constantinople, Fang Yiai also knew the battle situation, just today, the hard-fought Fujian army won a decisive victory, and it won't be long before Constantinople will not be able to support it, and no one wants to plant trees and pick fruits by others, but he Li Ji is too ruthless! Even if you don't plan to keep the meat to yourself, the soup will finally score points! After all, more than 50,000 people have traveled thousands of miles to support, and there is no merit and hard work.

It's better to stay in the north and stare dryly, I'm afraid the northwest wind won't be able to drink.

In fact, Fang Yiai's personal honor and disgrace are really much lighter now, after all, he is now also the second official residence, and he also has the title of Marquis of Liang, which is much more beautiful than in the Tang Dynasty, and even more beautiful than his eldest brother, the eldest brother Fang Yizhi, who should inherit his father Fang Xuanling's title, is much more beautiful, but he fell in love with such a brutal and willful, never satisfied lady Princess Gaoyang.

This trip as the commander of the first army is Gao Yang in front of Li Jie hard grinding, before coming Gao Yang also gritted his teeth and told himself that he must grab the first merit, when she is active, this Duke Liang's title is three fingers to pinch the snail, nine out of ten stable, lucky to get it can also mix a two-character county king.

But now!

When I thought of returning in vain, the ugly face of my wife after I went back, Fang Yiai was extremely irritable.

The camp of the Northern Army is not far from Constantinople, although Li Ji's order is that the Arab cavalry advance northward and advance all the way to the banks of the Danube, but this group of Arab tribes who have just been frightened are too bad to support the wall, and now they have only advanced more than forty miles, and they are still far from the Danube, but they have scourged the towns near Constantinople.

Starting from the evening, as soon as the sun set, Fang's beloved army caught up with this northern battalion, but what he saw in front of him was also a mess, saying that it was a large camp, it was better to say that hundreds of tribes were built indiscriminately to meet the enemy, horses and camels gnawed the nearby mountains like the non-mainstream brains of later generations, and the air was filled with the smell of horse manure and wine, and the smell of stench.

It is obvious that the Arabs can be seen bringing back the women they have looted from the neighborhood to the army, and it is actually daylight.

Li Ji sent a guerrilla general to be responsible for commanding the Arab tribes, but this group of Arabs was too free and loose, the partial general only had about a thousand people in his hands, and he couldn't restrain the many Arab tribes in their own groups.

However, seeing that the clothes were not neat, and even some Arabs openly stood in the queue with women in their arms, and the weapons were thrown all over the place, Fang Yiai's already unhappy mood was even more blocked, and even General Jiao came over to respectfully ask him to give a lecture to the whole army, and directly ordered the Roman legions under his command to camp on their own, and left on their own.

The main generals were so careless, and the legions under his command were even more casual, and at the back of the Arab camp, a clean and flat place was picked, and ten Roman legions were also slowly building camps.

Sappers went to the nearby woods to cut wood, groups of soldiers were also powerless digging trenches, and even Arabs came nearby to provoke, a legion commander with hundreds of Roman legions under his command went to find a field, and the friendly forces of the two sides that had just converged fought in the center of the camp, causing chaos in the whole camp.

However, as the night gets darker and darker, the Arabs began to lazily go back to their respective camps, and recently grabbed a lot of good things on the land of the Romans, and there was no original strict Is~Lan law constraints, and many of the original generals and nobles also died a lot, all kinds of good things in the world of flowers are still waiting for them to enjoy, where do they still have the heart to talk to the Romans?

As for the Roman legions, after two days of sea travel, they marched more than 40 miles after getting off the boat, tired and hungry, and watched this group of Arabs swaggering and plundering the wealth of their land, and in a state of anger, the camp was also hastily repaired and half of it was abandoned, and the trenches were dug shallowly, and the deer village was even more twisted, so they set up tents on their own, prepared dinner, and rested.

Anyway, this place is still seven or eight days away from the north, not to mention that Constantine IV's army is only 50,000 old and weak, and the safety is tight!

About seven o'clock in the evening, the two large camps fell silent, except for the occasional drunken chatter of the Arab cavalry and the dreams of the Roman legions.

Maybe I missed my hometown too much, but in the Roman Seventh Legion, which was quite neat, there were a few legionnaires who deserted.

With the military salary and reward from Damin, a few people bypassed the eyes of the patrol soldiers, climbed out easily from the east side of the camp that had not been repaired, and then defected northward along the mountain where the wood had just been chopped.

It seemed to be the boss of the deserters, and there was a sloppy guy in his forties with a long beard all over his face, and he was extremely excited and spat at the military camp that was still full of sparks in the distance, and scolded viciously.

"Stupid forked Min dog!"

"Hehe, you're right!"

All around were dense black Eastern European woods, and a cold word came from behind, and the horrified deserter's head was immediately reeled, but as soon as he turned around, a cold sharp weapon had already pierced into his sloppy armor chest.

The remaining deserters just wanted to draw their weapons, and in the dark bushes, more than a dozen sharp arrows that seemed to be shot by demons pierced from all directions, and in the blink of an eye, they were all over their bodies.

A large stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and he lay on the ground weakly, and the eyes of the deserter's head widened as he watched the rudimentary scimitar slash at his neck............

A telescope from the Great Min poked out of the gap in the woods, looked at the huge Fujian army camp in the distance, looked at it for a while, the leader of the Bolgars, Paul, spat angrily, and scolded angrily: "What bad luck! Just in time for today, the Fujian people have another generation of reinforcements! ”

Turning his head to discuss, a strong smell of blood and stench came to his face, even the murderous Paul was nauseated in his chest at this glance, and he wanted to vomit, the corpse of the Roman deserter just now had been decomposed at this time, like some kind of cult ritual, the stomach and intestines were divided into a bunch, the heart and liver were put into a pile, the flesh and blood torso were also separated, and the pork-like meat pile was arranged into a strange totem.

This picture is like Satan's work, weird, evil, terrifying, chilling to the people who look at it, and making Simon, who has already converted to Christ, very uncomfortable.

There were a few human heads hanging from his waist, but the demon who had just been blacked down lowered his bald head full of strange tattoos, and his blood-stained hands were extremely greedy to fiddle with the gold and silver coins found on the bodies of a few deserters, and the copper plate also had some handicrafts, placing those shiny treasures in front of him, rubbing them repeatedly, so that the gold and silver were coated with a layer of blood.

Seeing that there is no trace of humanity in his wolf-like greedy and vicious eyes, Simon's own back is also a little cold, and now he doesn't know whether it is right or wrong to cooperate with this person.

But now, the arrow has to be sent, Simon can only stubbornly go to the black, and his body stiffly asks: "King Kahaba Khan, the Min army has increased its troops in the Bakumu area again, it looks like there are no less than 50,000 people, we, how should we fight?"

The gaze that had not been humane on him made Simon's heart beat wildly, and then it was harsh and hoarse and stiff, and the Hun language, like a beast that had just learned human language, rang in his ears unpleasantly.

"Those Min people are as rich as these animals?"

The word animal is by no means a scolding, but a heartfelt, bland inquiry, as if asking about a pig raised in the pen, but this bland is even more chilling, forcing Simon's brain to sweat a little more, and he replied with some snort.

"Almost!"

But as if this could not arouse the interest of this demon, Simon hurriedly added a few words: "The real Min army is still in the southeast, and they are richer than these surrendered Arabs and Romans!"

Ignoring Simon any more, the demon named Kahaba put away the knife he had just disintegrated, and with five human heads on his waist, he walked forward arrogantly and ferociously, and followed him, and the dark forest seemed to be as if countless demons of the same darkness appeared, and followed him down the mountain.

In the Arab military camp, a dozen or so low-level tribes who were sent out to patrol by aristocratic officers were bored and scolding, swaying on the edge of the barracks, but in the night, something suddenly shook, after all, it was a warrior tempered in a harsh environment, and the sound caused the man to lie on the wooden deer village on the edge of the camp in astonishment, and look into the night.

But before the Arab could see clearly, in the dark night, a touch of white suddenly appeared in his eyes, and the white of the forest was clearly an arrow made of bone, and it went straight to his eyes!

Puff............