Emerging from the water, ignoring the twitching pain of the nerves on his burned face, looking at the raging flames above his head, Xiangling went crazy with depression, and wanted to roar out on the spot.

But at this moment, suddenly a black shadow mountain eagle pounced out of the fire.

It fell to the ground with a thud, as heavy as a drum hammer smashing on the surface of the drum, and before the stunned Arabs could react, the cold blade had already spread its chill to the bones of the Bedouins.

A perfect arc coupled with a beautiful knife style, if you add a flowing long beard, it is just like Guan Yunchang in the world, the heavy and sharp Mo knife, as if it clearly interprets the development and forge ahead of Tang Huaxia, where everything touches, it is all divided into two, broken hands, broken heads, short waists, screaming, almost at the same time eight Bedouins screamed at the same time and flew out upside down, but the brilliant blood released a beautiful rose.

Who would have thought that such an amazing knife was actually to vent his wife's anger!

The bad kind of the work of the anger on the wife, the tough guy to hold all the suffering in life in the heart, such as the best man in the house, is to vent the anger of the family on the battlefield, did not wait for the frightened enemy and the enemy to come back to their senses, the angry Fang Yiai has been like a crazy lion, dozens of pounds of Mo knife chopping, chopping, picking, stabbing, where there is not even a combined enemy, everywhere splashed gorgeous blood.

In a short period of time, Fang Yiai actually slashed out a way by himself, seeing the floating corpses along the way, and then recalling the rumors that the defeated soldiers yesterday said that the Fujian people were invulnerable, Fang Yiai's bloody face was under the gaze, and the psychological defense line of the Bedouins who gave up their lives to fight finally collapsed, and they fled in all directions crying and shouting.

Standing on the second pontoon bridge, the vanguard general Su Dingfang's eyes almost didn't come out, and Qin Huaiyang, the new left leader of the army who was still commanding the crossing of the river, shook his head with a wry smile that seemed to be sympathetic, and Li Jie, who was watching the battle with a telescope, turned his head in dismay.

"Wang, Brother Wang, you, why are you looking at me like this?"

Being stared at by Li Jie, Princess Gaoyang took a small step back with a weak heart, smiled and waved her little hand......

With an uproar, the flaming pontoon bridges of the left army suddenly dispersed, and pieces of burning wooden planks fell to the ground, exposing the hard cedar keel, trampling on the stunned keel, and one by one the left soldiers poured down like the Yellow River.

The courage of the soldiers, inspired by the love of the house, the fighting spirit rushed to the sky, trampling on the bloody road of the love of the house, the officers and soldiers of the left guard with the same madness and fearlessness into the Bedouin battle formation, the shield hit, the handle of the knife smashed, the crazy appearance even the Bedouin nomads who fought with nature in the desert all the year round could not bear it, and again, the crying scattered and fled.

Boom, a huge cloud of flames soared into the sky, reflected in Saladin's eyes, dozens of Bedouin warriors were on fire, screaming and scattering in all directions, watching that the fierce fire oil they had carefully prepared was not used where it should be used, but was wiped out one by one by the Fujian fireballs, the second and third pontoons were also close to the shore, countless Fujian people were like pouring mercury, heavy and irrepressible, the strategy of defending the Shatt al-Arab was completely bankrupt, and the muscles on Saladin's face surged violently.

Finally, with a howl, the hero seemed to cry out as miserably: "Retreat, go to Kufa!" ”

Turning the camel, Saladin turned around and wanted to leave, but at this moment, a chill pierced his face, and subconsciously, Saladin raised the horse lance that he had always regarded as a symbol of glory, and blocked it in front of him.

With a thud, the scimitar slashed at the mallet, and the flames flew everywhere.

Seeing the faint flames of Berkel, with murderous intent in the eyes of the most feared ghoul in the desert, he was stunned for a second, and Saladin's face was like the sky before a storm, and he reprimanded loudly with anger.

"Berkel, if you dare to betray me, my lord of the desert, Saladin, will definitely kill the last male of your Saleh clan!"

Saladin must have ruled Yemen with an iron fist for many years, and Berkel, who had personally participated in his bloody tyranny, knew that it was terrible, and subconsciously, the number one chief of Yemen was also trembling, but in just a moment, madness filled his eyes again, and he brandished his scimitar again and slashed down, and Berkel roared with a wild laugh.

"Do you think you're the king of Yemen who eats all the rage? Now it's just a lost dog who can't go home, an old wolf who has been expelled from the tribe and waits for death, maybe you can't live today, and you're still so arrogant, ridiculous! ”

"The old man has been a slave and a dog for you for many years, and today, you will leave your head as compensation for the old man, hahahaha!"

Laughing like a madman, Berkel's scimitar kept slashing and slashing, sparks flew everywhere, and in his ears, listening to the Min army behind him had torn apart the forward position he had painstakingly arranged, Saladin became more and more impatient, and finally, the old man simply threw the lance in his hand forward, and turned around and ran after separating Berkel.

"Allah will curse you to Hellfire!"

Listening to Saladin's distant curse, a grim smile appeared on his face again, and he picked up his war horse, and Berkel chased after him.

At this time, the Bedouin army composed of tribes has been completely chaotic, and the command level is also in chaos, and there are desert warriors running in chaos everywhere, some of them actually fight themselves in order to plunder wealth and supplies, and they fled backwards in a panic for a while.

"Quick, Bakr has rebelled, and this caliph has ordered you to bring someone to kill him!"

Panting, Saladin shouted anxiously, but before he could finish his words, another cold light slashed in front of him, this time there was no blocking weapon, Saladin's shoulder was cut off, and his hideous old face was as ugly as a devil.

However, looking at Zabug and his subordinates, who were almost the same fierce eyes as Berkel just now, Saladin knew that Berkel was not the only one who had this kind of thought.

Not daring to trust anyone anymore, staggering the attack of the blade, while pulling at his gorgeous caliphate silk black robe, Saladin simply plunged headlong into the crowd.

The war horse Herod hissed, and in a blink of an eye, Bakr had already caught up, not only him, but also the east, west, and south, and the other tribes and more Yemen, Omani chieftains, and nobles also poured over.

No one knew who was in their minds, who remained loyal to Saladin, and among a large group of chiefs, in this chaotic moment another scuffle broke out, and the ferocious killing led his subordinate relatives again, countless Bedouins killed each other, and many more were disrupted, and no one dared to believe that they fled out of the camp.

More and more Fujian troops crossed the Shatt al-Arab, and the encirclement slowly surrounded them from all directions, but seeing that the Bedouins themselves seemed to have a nightmare, and they were more ferocious than fighting with themselves, the commanders of the Fujian army still subconsciously restrained their subordinates and did not rush forward.

The surveillance and confrontation continued until dusk, the remnants of the 70,000 Bedouin army in the southeast peninsula were completely wiped out, the corpses on the ground accumulated several layers, I don't know how many tribes died out, completely broke out, and the exhausted Yemeni knights could no longer fight, one by one exhausted fell to the ground, surrounded by the banners of the Min army, the desert sky was dyed with a layer of blood.

The forces of the Southeast Arabian Peninsula, which once threatened the Great Min from the back and almost buried the Great Min Imperial Court in this desert, disappeared.

The sun gradually sank in the west, and the remaining knights of the last 20,000 or so relatives of each tribe did not fight again, and the crowds were escorted by the Min army across the Shatt al-Arab and escorted to Qom City, ending the day's bloodshed.

Although it was victorious, looking at the corpses that stretched for several miles, the Min army really didn't have the heart to cheer.

One by one, the generals who did not grab the great merit scolded and gathered their subordinates, standing in front of Saladin's discarded horse lance, full of gloom, maybe thinking of teaching Li Jingye how to practice guns when he was a child, and the old Li Ji was silent for a long time.

More complicated than him, Wu Sangui, one of the only seven Arabs left, knelt tremblingly in front of the magnificent mobile palace of King Min, each of them was full of apprehension, especially Berkel, who had a long head looking left and right like a turtle.

After a long time, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a pair of young men and women riding horses and chatting constantly, and Becker immediately knelt down excitedly to meet him, shouting in broken Tang language: "King Min!"

Several other tribal leaders who killed each other to the point of being covered in blood also knelt down nervously, and some of them couldn't say a word in Tang were already sweating in a hurry.

It's a pity that Li Jie just glanced at them lightly, and then turned his head to Gao Yang to preach.

"Sister, don't push him too hard, it's not easy for men!"

"I really know, brother!!"

Seeing that Princess Gaoyang was full of impatient prevarication, Shi Shiran, the king of Min, returned to the palace tent, and Becker and the others were stunned again.

In this effort, dozens of Fujian troops suddenly came out of the pile of corpses more than a dozen Bedouins, some were already dead, and some still had the last breath, but this group of Fujian troops did not have the meaning to distinguish, they all pulled aside and cut off their heads, seeing the Fujian people hanging lanterns like spears to hang a string of their own similar noble heads, Berkel and others were even more chilled, looking at the busy Fujian troops around them, it seemed that they had become hideous demons and monsters, as if their heads would be cut off so neatly at any time.

In the midst of the timidity of a group of "Wu Sangui", a pleasant sound suddenly sounded behind them.

"Who's Burkel?"