In the rumbling sound of wheels, the black carriage galloped towards the south at great speed, there is a trail leading to the Persian Gulf, from here you can zigzag back to Persia, followed by the car, dense Confucian soldiers and soldiers followed the madness, and disappeared in the southern city in a blink of an eye.

In the eastern city, the bloody battle was particularly brutal.

The last two personal soldiers didn't know when they were drowned in the rushing Yemeni infantry, and at this time, Xue Ne was even more like being fished out of the blood water, the black armor on his body was already dyed red, and he didn't know if it was his blood or the blood of the enemy, and the battle helmet on his head didn't know when it was lost, and his cape was like a madman.

But that's also a madman like a demon god.

"Die!"

In the roar of rage, Xue Ne, who was far away, directly threw the horizontal knife in his hand that was already full of gaps, and on the opposite side, the Arab captain who was still shouting on the camel screamed and was directly knocked to the ground.

After snatching two desert scimitars, Xue Ne turned into a mountain of spinning knives like a top, roaring angrily into the stunned Arab infantry, but seeing the scimitars flying up and down, blood splattering everywhere, slashing several people in a row, in an instant, he had already killed in front of the little Arab chief who had fallen from the horse with the knife and was still screaming and struggling to get up.

Click.

With a crisp sound, the head wrapped in the white turban turned red, rolled and was thrown out, and a military flag immediately fell, and the lord was killed in battle, even if the bloodthirsty plunderers were like the Arabs, they could not help but shudder, and fled backwards with panic shouts.

However, such a fierce fight, even Xue Ne, who has been cultivated by Xue Li since childhood, is a heavy burden, his ears are buzzing, his heart is beating violently, and blood is even flowing from his nostrils.

Behind him, the last main force of the eight capitals, the battle formation of the Fujian army rushing out of the city wall has been torn apart at this time, and the retreat in front of him is just a drop in the ocean in the Arab army, and more Arabs rushed to the battlefield fiercely.

Seeing that the spear of the captain Guo Yi who called him to the battlefield from the Confucian soldiers pierced the body of the enemy chieftain, and he didn't have time to pull it out, and countless scimitars behind him had already slashed at him, and in the crazy chopping, the whole person disappeared from sight, and on the other side, more than a dozen Fujian soldiers rushed forward with a roar with spears, and after stabbing several Arabs to death, more brave Yemeni infantry howled and surrounded them.

At this time, it is no longer a question of whether to collapse or not, the Fujian army has been surrounded by congs, and everyone is making the last struggle for survival.

Could it be that this news is fake? But it is indeed stamped with Li Yexu's big seal, unless Li Yexu's army is wiped out, it is impossible for this thing to reach the hands of the Arabs.

Doubts rose from his heart, and he could no longer suppress the madness that filled Xue Ne's heart, and he yelled heart-rending at the vast snow-capped mountains.

"Li Shuai bears my !!"

Echoing with his unwilling roar, it was always an empty hillside.

It's still a bit inaccurate to say it's empty.

On the edge of the battlefield, the Arab reconnaissance cavalry is distributed like gravel, after all, this is the territory of Fujian, not far away, there is a heavy army group of the Fujian army, even if they are arrogant like these sons of the desert, they have to be vigilant.

The six scout cavalry wandered aimlessly on the edge of the battlefield, but on the other hand, they kept looking back at the battlefield, at this time, the defeat of the Min people has been, and it will not be long before the sharp scimitars on their waists can once again taste the beauty of slaughtering the city, but according to the convention, the first to loot are those meritorious soldiers, and their patrolmen will at most follow to grab some scraps and burn cold.

With only a few leftovers to eat in and out of heaven, it's no wonder that the cavalry complained endlessly in Arabic.

Engrossed in their backs, the six Arabs didn't notice that in the withered autumn grass around them, several grass balls were moving rapidly.

Suddenly, the war horses of the Arabs in front of them seemed to smell something, stopped, and turned their heads to the side vigilantly, which immediately alerted the six Arabs.

Looking around left and right, they did not find anything unusual, and the six Arabs couldn't help but jump off their horses, draw their knives, and cautiously touch forward.

Little by little, the knife picked up the waist-high autumn grass on the hillside outside the city, and after walking less than a few meters, the knife of the cold Arabs touched something, and then the grass shook violently, and immediately, six Arabs either held bows and arrows, or scimitars compared to the front, and surrounded the autumn grass in a semi-encirclement.

"Come out (in Arabic)!"

In the vicious roar, the autumn grass fell down in parts, and a fat man wearing Fujian armor and being as obscene as a ball really came out, a fat face was full of laughter, and he raised his hands and said with a smile: "Don't get excited, don't get excited, your own people!" ”

Glancing at each other in amazement, the Arab leader on the left tilted his head directly and commanded his subordinates: "Kill him!" (Arabic)"

Although the language barrier, but looking at the Arab abusing the scimitar and winding around behind him, the fat man could also feel that something was wrong, and he couldn't help but have a face like a bitter melon, and shouted sadly: "More people bully fewer people, isn't it?" ”

Seeing that the Arabs ignored themselves, the fat man on the chopping board snapped his fingers again without realizing it.

"Well, since you are so persistent, then the little brother has no choice but to be disrespectful and do it!"

As the fat man's face suddenly changed, the autumn grass behind the six Arabs shook violently again, and more than a dozen thin figures suddenly drilled out, and six ropes were put around the necks of the six Arabs.

Indeed, the arabs who are stubbornly trying to survive in the desert in this era are indeed much stronger than other peoples, and the thin ones have been eliminated in countless blood vendettas, but the good tiger can't stand the wolf, and each Arab patrol is surrounded by two Fujian Confucian soldiers, and there are even three next to the leader, Yao Chong and Cui Pak have used their strength to breastfeed, and they are desperately dragging to both ends with their feet, and the strong suffocation immediately makes the particularly strong Arab leader have white eyes and stick out his tongue.

Seeing that this guy's thirsty fish finally kicked his legs, Song Jing couldn't help but shrug his shoulders: "I told you a long time ago that it's not good to have more people and less people." ”

"Don't be poor, Duwei Song, what should I do next?"

The Arab leader of Le swallowed his breath completely, put down the rope and violently slammed it twice, and Tripak asked anxiously.

Without waiting for Song Jing to answer, Yao Chongze, who was also out of breath, had already waved his hand as a matter of course: "Take off your clothes!" ”

"What?"

Cui Parker shouted in shock, but Song Jing took off his clothes and armor, and nodded his head and said, "Do what Brother Yao says, he won't harm us!" ”

Seeing this, Cui Park, the Tianzhu black boy, also had to take off his armor.

A moment later.

"Mother's Yao Chong, Lao Tzu shouldn't believe you!"

muttered sadly, but at this time, Song Jing had already changed his appearance, wearing the camel skin armor of the Arab captain who had just died, with a sweaty turban wrapped around his head, and an Arab scimitar on his waist.

Driving a few stubborn Arab horses, behind which Tripac was about the same, following the six fake Arab patrols, in the spacious grass, there were countless autumn grasses rustling.

"Don't complain, Brother Song, pay attention to it!"

A low shout in the cold bushes made Song Jing excited, and when he raised his eyes, he was faced with another six Arab patrol squads, far away, and the captain of the other party had already shouted in a displeased tone: "There is no order, why did you come back without permission and look for death?" (Arabic)"

After a burst of energy, Song Jing immediately replied loudly in "proficient" Arabic.

"Harasao, if the south doesn't turn and the north doesn't turn, it's a broken car!"

Listening to this rich "Hejaz dialect" Arabic, the patrol leader on the opposite side was stunned for a moment, jumped off the camel full of strangeness, and walked towards Song Jing, at the same time, the swaying autumn grass also rustled in his direction......

In a few minutes, the twenty-four "Arab patrol cavalry" were divided into six groups, patrolling on both sides, crawling in the grass, and I don't know how many Confucian soldiers actually groped their way to a small hill behind the Arab army, almost a few dozen meters away.

Although the combat effectiveness is not good, the equipment of the Confucian soldiers is definitely at the level of the main army, almost everyone has a steel crossbow, and everyone is equipped with a hundred crossbow arrows in their backpacks, and there are some experimental weapons, which are also stuffed into this unreliable army.

Looking at the dazed Arab rear army below with a telescope, Yao Chong, a lean little white face, showed the bloodthirsty and cruel face of a bandit for many years.

"Brother Song, give these Arab barbarians a big gift first, and then give them a good meal, even if they die under the sword today, we will fight the majesty of our Confucian soldiers!"

Listening to Yao Chong's excited voice, as if relieved, Song Jing turned over and jumped off the Arab horse and began to undress, and at the same time, the corpses of several Arab patrols behind him who were pulled into white chickens with their tongues in their heads were quickly dragged over.

On the other hand, Saladin's attention was always on the battlefield where he was still bloodthirsty, and at this time, the Fujian army soldiers who stood out of the city had almost been divided and surrounded by Yemeni camel infantry, cut into several pieces, and everywhere there was the angry scolding of the two armies fighting and fighting. Screams.

"Caliph, as long as the caliph's own army is dispatched, he can definitely praise those Fujian barbarians, and when the time comes, the soldiers will have more time to loot the spoils, and they can also take more things from the cities of the Fujian people, don't hesitate, send troops!"

On the side, the Yemeni chief Berkel, who was tall and stout like an African elephant, couldn't bear it and anxiously persuaded him, but unfortunately, Saladin shook his head indifferently as always.

"It won't take much time, and the soldiers will be able to eliminate these Fujian barbarians, and when the time comes, there will be time for you to rob."

With a little more effort, the Min people collapsed, and several chiefs and generals were so anxious that they were constipated, and they wanted to stop talking, and at this time, more than ten small nobles in the back camp suddenly rushed over on horseback anxiously.

"Caliph, there is something going on in the rear army!"