The wind and sand are like a thousand-year-old resentful woman who weeps like a woman, lying next to people's ears and tirelessly speaking her story in an incomprehensible language, even if it is a sunny day, the yellow veil from the desert is still thin to cover the world with a layer of hazy sand.

Everywhere there was the black of the fire, which was the traces of the fierce fire oil, and the last time in Mount Lebanon, the Arabs had learned the skill of charging with a fierce fire oil canister, and these days the trenches that Hussein ordered to dig were not less ravaged by the flames.

In the smell of burning, a burned corpse was held together forever, and the sculpture collapsed there, perhaps the husband of a woman, perhaps the father of several children, but in the cruel war, he could no longer go back to see his children.

Right next to the corpse, a group of Arab soldiers ate breakfast with blank faces.

The Arabian Peninsula lacked everything, food, cultivable land, water, wealth, and the smell of fish porridge wafted from the smoke of the Min army on the opposite side, but all these Arabs ate was a piece of jerky and a glass of water.

Don't think that jerky is a precious thing, dried camel meat, cured in dead salted brine, as hard as wood, and each piece is extremely laborious to chew, and only a people as tough as the Arabs can swallow.

Hussein's breakfast was also a piece of jerky, while patrolling the barracks, Hussein chewed hard, so that the Arab generals and Bedouin chiefs who followed him had hot faces and softened faces, and the white flour cake wrapped in Fujian cane sugar was hidden in his sleeves and did not dare to take it out.

Around this tenacious and cruel people, at this time also revealed a deep exhaustion, one by one sturdy desert wolves with thick dark circles under their eyes, numb and even expressionless.

Along the way, even two or three sections of people were empty, and the Arab army was made up of tribes, and in this case the entire tribe could only run away.

Seeing this, Hussein didn't say anything, didn't even punish anyone, just transferred troops from behind to fill the vacancy.

Because the artillery of the Fujian army could cover almost the entire position, Hussein's caliphate's tent was far away from the front line, and it was very low-key and shrunk in a corner.

"Let's all go back! Prepare the sons of the tribes, the wind and sand have stopped today, and the Min people are expected to attack! After completing the inspection and taking a sip of water, Hussein ordered the disbandment, but the tribal chiefs who had been with him for a long time were you look at me, I look at you, and no one left.

For a long time, a stout middle-aged chief among the generals stepped forward with a numb scalp at the urging of his companions, and pleaded heavily.

"Caliph, withdraw your troops!"

"Why? Gamal. Hussein was not angry, but asked flatly, which made the stout general's heart relax a little.

"The Min people occupy most of the fertile land, and we have hundreds of miles of desert behind us, and it is about to enter winter, and the livestock have not much to eat, and the herds are starving to death, and the grain is immediately eaten, and the big guys are all nervous."

"We are not afraid of the Fujian people, but we really can't hold on! Retire the Caliphate, let's fight again next year! ”

"It's okay to fight with the Min people directly, it's better than spending it here, the Persian Empire, the Roman Empire, that we Arabs are afraid? Caliph, or you will give the order! Hashir on the side also interjected excitedly.

But looking at them indifferently, Hussein shook his head heavily.

"Brothers! For Allah's sake, we can't retreat! ”

Seeing this, Hussein muttered for a while before he promised: "Hold on for another month!" One month! If the Min people don't retreat, they will fight with them! Allah will bless the warriors who fight for him! ”

Whether it was a decisive battle or a retreat, the Arabs could not bear this kind of torment, although every hope was achieved, but Hussein gave a promise, and some of the Arab sheikhs still withdrew satisfied.

Walking at the back of everyone, the middle-aged chief Gamal, who had just spoken on behalf of everyone, had an indescribable look of fear in his eyes.

Looking at their departing backs, Hussein himself was speechless.

He also knew that the Arabs were not the opponents of the Min army, and he also knew that now that the grain, grass and fodder were gone, and the decisive battle would be fought one day later, the Arab army would be weaker, and there would be no chance to defeat the Min.

As for the withdrawal to Mecca, Hussein did not even think about it, this year he summoned all the tribes loyal to Mecca in the Arabian Peninsula, he has already paid several great prices, but this year he has achieved nothing, and it is impossible to gather an Arab army of this size to fight a decisive battle with the Min army next year.

Hussein still needs to wait, he is waiting for a chance to turn the tide of the battle!

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The Arab caliphs still had enough patience, but the direction of Damin seemed to have exhausted the last bit of patience, and under the cover of fences and trenches, countless soldiers were mobilized like ants, and countless soldiers followed their captains to stride forward with murderous strides, and the indomitable momentum soared into the sky.

However, all this was covered by the dust trampled by the tall camels and cavalry, and the Min army deliberately selected a lot of particularly tall camels to walk in the first row, and used the fine sand particles scraped in the past two days to raise dust behind them, blocking the mighty army behind.

The Arabs guarding the trench lay on their stomachs in the low ditch, and what they saw was exactly the same as the battle for more than a month and so many days, and the few troops of the Fujian army rode camels and approached their camp arrogantly.

"Brothers, if you don't defeat this group of desert barbarians today, you will never withdraw your troops, unless Lao Tzu is dead, otherwise Lao Tzu's body will never lie in the trench of the Arabs and will continue to move forward!"

In front of the battle, Yao Geluo, who atoned for his sins, held his long and thickened horizontal knife and shouted bravely to boost the morale of the commandos, listening to the Fujian troops of various ethnic groups were also enthusiastic, and kept raising their weapons to follow Yinghe, hoping that now the wine rushed to the front of the Arab army and fought with them.

Standing on the platform on the second floor of the mobile palace, watching his own army fill the entire horizon, with no head in front and no end in sight, the rippling pride in Li Jie's heart is also about to come out.

Only human beings can launch such a large-scale, spectacular act of destruction!

"Father, drink tea!"

A cautious flattering laugh made Li Jie's smile cold, and when he turned around, it was really Li Rang who made the unsuccessful dog bend over and arch his fist behind his back with a flattering smile, recently Li Rang often had to lead his troops to attack at night, both eyes were dark, and his hair was a little messy, if he wasn't wearing the prince's majestic and luxurious court clothes, he wouldn't look like the emperor's eldest son at all.

However, this was not what made Li Jie angry, it was the woman who served the tea that really annoyed him.

is still a veil gently covering the face, but the hair is combed into the bun of a Fujian lady, and the plain white skirt she wears is quite outstanding, but the soft face that is hazy under the veil, as well as the narrow and deep eyes above the veil, but it fills this fairy-like woman with a bit of unique exotic style.

Hussein's daughter, the commander of the Arab dead who was captured last time, Selim Zhuor.

In the Arabic name, Selim means Servant of Peace, this Servant of Peace, Li Jie can't see a little breath of peace in her, even if she is holding a teacup obediently, under her eyes, the untamable wildness is still roaring like a leopard.

At the beginning, he gave this woman to Li Rang, just to treat him as a plaything, not to hurt his eldest son's self-confidence, but Li Rang's infatuation with this woman is somewhat beyond Li Jie's grasp, relying on the recent military exploits, for a few days, Li Rang was okay to lead this woman to him and dangle twice.

It's not to show off, this kid has nothing to show off, being so dignified and flattering himself shows that Li Rang is really moving, he wants to give this woman a name, and wants to accept her as a concubine!

Da Min, with benevolence and filial piety as the main theme, without Li Jie's nod, even if Li gave way to high power, it would not be possible, however, he was planning to kill this woman's father, and by the way, he cut off her seven aunts, eight aunts, and cousins together, which would make Li Rang want to marry her! Let Li Jie have a sense of absurdity haunting his heart.

Last time Li Rangjun was defeated, this woman also split Li Rang's armor and almost didn't kill him, I really don't know what Li Rang is obsessed with her, and now Li Jie is more and more suspicious of whether his son has a tendency to be masochistic.

In this regard, Li Jie also snorted coldly as usual, and didn't even look at the tea that Sailim Zhuoer was holding, but turned his head and nodded to the other woman beside Li Rang with a smile and kindness.

"You're back, last night's night raid went well?"

The stiff and accustomed face showed a warm smile unaccustomedly, and the kite bowed very respectfully, and replied: "The blessing of His Majesty, thanks to the wise command of His Royal Highness the King of Hezhong County, our army broke the two Arab clans last night!"

"Okay, I'm not only a male hero, but also a female hero, well done!" Ignoring Li Rang's stupid expression, Li Jie raised his head and laughed, laughing for a moment before patting the kite on the shoulder.

"It's a good thing to be able to fight bravely for my Damin, but you should also pay attention to your own safety, your Aunt Yang has prepared a protective soft armor for you, and I will wait for you to come back in the palace, Sporatida, don't take the kite to try it yet!"

This is the treatment of a prospective daughter-in-law, she is willing to stuff any good things to her, and let her mother-in-law get along well. King Min was so enthusiastic, looking at Li Rang's somewhat ugly face, the kite still wanted to shirk, but he was pushed off the stage by Sbratita, who was full of smiles like Maitreya Buddha.

Looking at Li Jie's smile, Li Rang's heart shrank aside depressedly, Li Jie's action clearly told him that if he wanted to marry this woman, there was no way!

Just when the father and son of the King of Min were intriguing, on the battlefield, a deafening series of thunder suddenly pierced, and then there was a scream and noise, it was the artillery of the Great Min that began to attack, whether it was Li Jie or Li Rang, the eyes were once again attracted to the battlefield.

Silently holding the teacup, Selim Zhuoer, who had always been indifferent, also showed incomparable hatred in his beautiful eyes............