As Xue Ne expected, in the second half of the night, about a thousand Omani Arab tribesmen harassed the city of Qom, sharp swords and bows, and hideous faces under the light of torches like ghosts, noisily firing bows and arrows at the low city walls, screaming like demons, and the noisy people could not sleep well.

However, it was really like the devil, as soon as the day dawned, a group of Omani tribes who had gained and lost retreated in disgrace.

Indeed, the warriors in the desert do not lack the courage to fight to the death, but the courage of the flesh and blood can not eliminate the huge city wall in front of them in any case, and shouted outside the city in the middle of the night, in addition to inserting a few more arrow feathers into the head of the city of Qom, not even a single Min hair has been touched, at ten o'clock in the morning, the roar of the Oman tribe that pursued and led the general many people heard it in Xicheng, and finally after the roar, the angry chief still had to lead his warriors to retreat to the western desert and withdraw from the border of the Great Min.

Early the next morning, the closed east gate of Qom City suddenly opened, and on the asphalt road built by merchants in recent years, a tightly covered four-wheeled carriage galloped out, surrounded by more than 100 elite knights wearing inlaid iron armor, following fiercely on both sides of the car, with horses' hooves rumbling, and rushing out of the city gate with murderous awe.

"Chu River, Qom City will be handed over to you!"

The eager war horse held the reins in his mouth, and circled restlessly on the ground, suppressing the eager war horse, and his body was heavily armored, Xue Ne turned around and solemnly commanded.

is also equipped with armor, wrapping his chubby body in it looks a little stronger, full of confidence, Song Jing bent down very calmly and replied: "General rest assured, people are in the city, and people are in the city!"

Song Jing replied with confidence, but looked at Li Ming, who was hiding half of his body behind him with a smiling face, Xue Ne always felt that his heart was not steady, and the military information he mastered was too important, and with a sigh, Xue Ne let go of his war horse and chased after the cavalry team that had galloped out in front of him.

As Xue Ne left, the open gate of Qom City also closed again, and with a loud bang, the gate gate about the thickness of an adult's thigh fell suddenly, and before the guards of the gate retreated to both sides, Li Ming was already excited to throw his hat high into the sky.

"Yay! Freedom, finally get rid of that bitter gourd! ”

Looking at the excited appearance of their teammates, Yao Chong and Song Jing sighed and covered their foreheads together.

The defense of the Great Min in the west of the Zagros Mountains is actually very imperfect, there is not too much terrain to rely on, and the large army of the Min army has to rely on stationing near the mountain range, and the small cities like Qom City on the periphery are scattered with five cities and eleven fortresses scattered in the outposts, once the Omani Bedouin tribes in the western desert attack, these satellite cities play an early warning role, and the large army of the Min army near the mountain range is pouring out to support the trapped fortress when it gets the news.

However, this defense mechanism often had a lag, and sometimes by the time the Fujian reinforcements arrived, the Bedouin cavalry had already completely plundered the countryside.

The military strength originally stationed in the west of the Zagros Mountains was also very limited, but a few military offices plus more than 1,000 local mercenary cavalry, this time in the face of Saladin personally led 30,000 iron cavalry invasion, the resistance was very limited, and directly defeated the Shanxi Min army, Saladin swept through the Zagros Mountains with lightning speed, causing great damage to the western border of Great Fujian.

This weak defense also affected Xue Ne, from the city of Qom to the base camp of the Min army for a day and a night, on his own land, Xue Ne still encountered an ambush, the four-wheeled carriage he brought was burned, and more than a dozen accompanying knights died, but fortunately he had already taken precautions, and hid the envoy of Basra, who had been snatched from the Bedouin bandits, in the ranks, and escaped.

Within fifty miles of Zagros Mountain, the situation was only getting better.

There were cavalry patrolling the Great Min everywhere, and sometimes a village could pass the cavalry four or five times a day, and the greatest advantage of Arabia was its unexpected mobility, which did not allow Li Yexu to be careless.

After handing over to the cavalry of Zuo Qianniuwei, the patrolling cavalry team deliberately photographed more than 1,000 cavalry to protect it, and only then did they send the only remaining Basra envoy to the camp of the Fujian army in Zagros Mountain.

At the exit of the southern foothills of the Zagros Mountains, a treacherous valley that was once one of the permanent garrisons of the Great Min Frontier Army, it is now even more lively after the Bedouin invasion.

There are hundreds of towering arrow towers, standing around the huge barracks surrounded by fences, monitoring every grass and tree within a radius of several miles, and in the camp area that has been enlarged several times, the barracks are built in a clear manner, and each place is reserved for a sufficiently spacious passage, and the playground is divided in the period.

Under the scorching sun of the Middle East, tens of thousands of men withstood the roasting fire, exposed their dark upper bodies, roared and shouted at the dense grass targets to train their killing skills, sweat continued to flow down their sturdy bodies, and even accumulated a small pool under everyone's feet.

In the seventh century AD, belonging to the era of China, even without Li Jie's history, the cavalry of the Tang Dynasty crossed the Tianshan Mountains, the Green Mountains, countless local tribes respected Huaxia, and Chang'an worshiped the Khan.

followed the cavalry team to the camp, looking at such a hot training scene, and saw that Xue Ne's heart was much hotter, he was the son of the Xue family, and Xue Rengui's glory was destined for him to take it over, and Xue Ne's blood was particularly fanatical.

For the important information from the border is also very attention, the battalion deliberately lined up a four-grade strong military general to greet him, followed the cavalry to the front of the camp, and watched a big flag of Guo Zi fluttering from afar, Xue Ne hurriedly dismounted first to greet the past, and politely knelt down on one knee.

"The last general, Xue Ne, has seen the general."

"Hehe, the county chronicle doesn't have to be polite, all the way away, the virtuous nephew has worked hard."

The familiar laughter made Xue Ne stunned for a moment, raised his head, Xue Ne was also overjoyed, and bowed respectfully.

"Meet Uncle Guo."

Wearing a lion helmet, a resolute and mighty face in the shape of a national character under the armor, is it not Guo Xiaoke or which? Xue Li was kind to him, so the Guo and Xue families were especially friendly.

Pleasantly surprised for a moment, Xue Ne's expression became a little dignified again, and when Guo Xiaoke came over to support him, he asked in a low voice, "The king of Hezhong County is here?"

Guo Xiaoke is the general of the Hezhong Metropolitan Protectorate, and he easily does not leave Li Rang's side, and now he sees that the military camp is full of a lot, especially the war horses all over the mountains and fields on the southern slopes, and there are obviously reinforcements.

Politically, however, it has also become more nuanced.

Also aware of this, his hands were obviously stiff, Guo Xiaoke nodded by default: "Your Highness has been waiting for you for a long time."

Through heavy defenses, around the military emergency, Xue Ne still took more than ten minutes to release to the Chinese army, at this time, the original commander of the whole army Li Yexu has retreated, in front of the Fujian spies elaborately, three-dimensional huge sand table, is a young man wearing silver armor, heroic and talking.

It's not that I haven't seen the prince Li Rang, once Li Rang's weak and cowardly appearance was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and now the confident bearing of the silver-armored young general, as well as the surging momentum, are not comparable to the past, as if he had changed people, so that Xue Ne was stunned for a moment, before he remembered and knelt on the ground.

"The Confucian soldier will Xue Ne, knock to see the king of the county in the river."

"Oh, General Xue, Gu and Manager Li, Deputy Chief Sheng have been waiting for you for a long time."

Raising his head, Li Rang was very enthusiastic to let Xue Ne be polite, and pulled him to the sand table, pointing to the detailed Mesopotamian sand table and said.

"Now that you are confused on the front line, what news did you bring!"

Following Li Rang's words, the seven or eight heavy generals of the Fujian army in front of the sand table also looked at it with concern.

Li Rang arrived, and brought with him an army of 40,000 troops from the Hezhong Metropolitan Protectorate, most of which were cavalry recruited from local tribes in Central Asia, Turks, Alans, Semites and other nomadic peoples, with Tang people as the backbone, which suddenly increased the front-line army to almost 100,000.

But with such a large army in hand, the Min army still did not dare to attack easily, without him, although the cities left by the Persian Empire were fixed, but a large part of the Arabs were mobile, and the Min army could not figure out where the main force of the Arabs was.

As soon as he got the Basra messenger, Xue Ne anxiously took him to the Chinese army, so Li Rang and the others got the news only ten minutes early, and the patrol cavalry who reported the news did not explain the situation clearly, no wonder a group of Fujian army generals were so anxious.

In the face of everyone's concern, Xue Ne did not sell his son, and simply bowed and saluted: "As far as the last general knows, Saladin's main forces are about to gather in the Persian Gulf, and they are focusing on attacking the city of Basra.

"Xuan!"

In Li Rang's urgent voice, the messenger who escaped death was brought up after a while, this person is really a tough guy, last night, after being captured, the Omani nobles had used a soldering iron to scorch his whole body with a blurred flesh and blood, and experienced a day and a night of running wildly, at this time this Arab already had an unpleasant smell of infected pus, wrapped in the hot heavy armor of Fujian, this person was still strong and was helped up to the Chinese army.

In the midst of a fluent Arabic interpreter, the Basra messenger bowed deeply and quickly introduced himself.

"This envoy was sent by General Eddh, the governor of Basra under the command of the Arab Empire, to ask for help from Damin, the desert thief Kosaladin, who was originally poor and lowly and lowly and descended, risked the disapproval of the world to call himself a caliphate, and led the thieves of Yemen and Oman to attack Basra, the governorate of our empire."

"Damascus is covered with dust, His Majesty the Caliph Hou Jie does not know whether he is alive or dead, our army is in trouble, Lord Judge hopes that Da Min will see the consistent friendship with my caliph and send troops to rescue Basra!"

What the Basra messenger said was full of emotion, but most of them were nonsense, and the peaceful coexistence between the Great Min and the Arabs was about the same, especially for Hou Jie, the biggest traitor in the Great Min, the government and the opposition were eager to eat him and sleep on him.

But the relationship between countries, hatred is not always there, but interests are eternal, listening to the diplomatic rhetoric of the Basra envoy, Li Rang did not correct it, but asked eagerly.

"How many troops of Saladin were there in the siege of Basra?"