The tired Fujian army formation became boiling again at this time, and the soldiers of Chengfu and Chengfu crowded in front of the barbs that had just been ordered with a large cake and meat, and even the soldiers at the front had to lie on the barbs dangerously, watching the Damin firing squad A group of black-uniformed Grim Reapers, escorting a dozen Persians, and the Arabs went out and knelt on the ground, except for the graceful woman who made the soldiers feel sorry, the rest was full of excitement.

Some people whistled, some people shouted and screamed to kill, and these firing squad black crows, which were unlucky in the eyes of the soldiers on weekdays, have become a rarity at this time.

It's not that the soldiers are too perverted in their hearts, but these days, every day, you can see the Arabs execute the prisoners of their own army, and most of the prisoners they captured were let go by the King of Min, the generals can understand Li Jie's strategic plan, but the soldiers cannot, under such unfair treatment, all ethnic groups and armies, even if the descendants of the Tang people, are a little distorted in their hearts, no wonder these soldiers are so excited when they hear about the execution of Arab prisoners.

If they can find the field and cut off a chicken from the Arabs, these GIs will also be excited for a long time.

Compared with the excitement of the Min army, the Arab army was silent, in order to fight a decisive battle with the Great Min, Hussein embraced all the old and young of the Hashemite family to the battlefield, and many soldiers of the holy woman Selim also knew it, and now seeing the holy woman who led her desperate life so sadly was guarded by the enemy and knelt on the ground, waiting for execution, for the Arab army, the heart was shocked.

In the midst of all the noise, a pair of hands that were no longer smooth and beautiful, full of scars and calluses also lay on the edge of the trench, trying to stretch forward, and the silver mask that originally represented majesty was now only miserable, Hussein shouted Drow's name, and at the same time stretched out his hand to try to grasp something, as if to get his daughter back.

"Caliph, the last general will take his cavalry to rob people! I will definitely be able to bring you back the Holy Maiden in good condition! ”

A large number of generals such as Abdul saw Hussein's uncomfortable appearance, and they all clenched their fists anxiously and asked to fight.

At the beginning of the war, Li Jiejiu wanted to exchange Serim Zhuoer for the captured Yaogro and the ironclad cavalry under his command, but Hussein refused, and it seemed that his daughter was not as important as a few piles of wheat in his heart.

This time, before the execution, Li Jie still gave Hussein a chance.

However, Hussein refused again, and the old tears were full of tears, but the Arab caliph pointed to the front of the Fujian army and said tremblingly.

"The Min people are deliberately luring the Caliph to save people, they have already covered that area with cannons and crossbows, once the young men rush out, only death awaits them!"

"I, Hussein, am everyone's caliph, and I can't exchange the flesh and blood of soldiers for my daughter's life, since the Lord wishes this, let my daughter go to heaven to serve the Lord first!"

Saying that, Hussein actually trembled and crawled out of the trench, returned to the Chinese army, and never looked back, and the group of generals and elders who saw the caliph's move were also silent.

In front of the Min army, the hoarse voice of the Xingbu executioner was as uncomfortable as the shrill cry of a crow, and the death struggle was still in the afterglow of the sun on the horizon, and there was really a group of crows in the sky that could not disperse for a long time, and the executioner of the military law firing squad of the Great Min Army was wearing a black uniform, even his head and face were covered by a mask, and he stood coldly behind a group of assassins with a two-handed broadsword, and his eyes seemed to be thinking about where to take the knife.

Under such a look, even the specially trained Assasin assassins could not deal with it calmly, and their arms trembled and trembled.

The only one who seemed to be calm was Serim Drow, who knelt calmly on the ground, his hands hung behind him like everyone else, leaning forward, exposing his delicate neck to the sharp butcher's knife.

However, Selim Zhuoer's heart was still the same unsettled, Li Jie's words still touched her after all, her eyes stared at the dark battle line, although she also knew that it was impossible, but Selim Zhuoer still longed to see the father who had been admired by her since she was a child, even if it was not to come to her, even if she just appeared, let her take a last look.

However, the long execution order ordered by the executioner was read, Hussein did not appear after all, the artillery officer who had laid the ambush shrugged his shoulders stupidly, but the executioner with a gloomy face did not change at all, his face was still so cold, and he spit out the last few words coldly.

"Sins are unforgivable, behead!"

The sound of drawing a knife sounded behind him, and the graceful body wrapped in a rope like a poisonous snake was pressed down again, unable to hide the disappointment in his eyes, and Selim Zhuor muttered a prayer at the end.

"Farewell, great caliph, may you achieve your ambitions!"

At the last second, Serim Zhuoer did not call his father.

Thirteen two-handed knives with cold light fell neatly, and in the loud applause of the soldiers of the Fujian army, the beautiful face flew out along with the frightened or hideous heads of the other assassins, and a little light red blood added a little brightness to the earth that had been full of blood today.

The beauty of the peerless elegance is gone, and the blood of the strong man of the majestic mountains and rivers stains the territory, perhaps this is the inevitable embellishment of every magnificent era.

In the camp of the Fujian army, the tent of Li Rang, the king of Hezhong County, was tightly closed, the attendants, the generals, and anyone who went to see him were thrown out, and even the kite was powerless to stay at the door.

Everything was in his eyes, but Li Jie ignored it, and still asked Yang Xiong, the left attendant of the military department, who counted today's battle situation with a gloomy face.

"How much did our army lose today?"

Although his name is Yang Xiong, at this time, this half-hundred-year-old man of the Hongnong Yang clan has no taste of male at all, and his trembling hands and hands present the death roster.

"Back to Your Majesty, our army, 40,000 killed!"

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"Caliph, the losses have come out, the seventeen clan men including Hashir have all been defeated, and the army has lost 50,000 killed!"

In the Chinese army of the Arabs opposite, the atmosphere was equally oppressive and suffocating, and with the trembling words of the leader of Fetaha, who was in charge of the statistics, it made the general chief in the tent even more depressed and heavy.

In one day, one-sixth of the army was gone, this is still a simple dead, not counting the wounded, the news that the seventeen clans have been wiped out is even more shocking, which means that among them, at least seventeen surnames are extinct, and the desert chieftain, who kills people every weekday and is extremely fanatical about his beliefs, can't help but be shocked at this time.

And since returning from the front, Caliph Hussein has also been hanging his head like a lost soul, and the loss of the leader has further fueled the atmosphere of despair.

"Caliph, withdraw your troops!"

It was Gamal who was the first to stand up, pleading, and at this moment, his words were like the first crack in a dam, and dozens of chiefs, large and small, scrambled to their feet.

"While there is still some autumn grass, the livestock are not dead yet, and it is still too late to leave!"

"There are all orphans and widows left in the family, and we can't let all the men die here!"

"Caliph, now that the believers are exhausted and have run out of food, they are waiting for a year, so that the men can leave more seeds and fight with the Min people, please!"

"As a believer, this chief has done his duty for Mecca, and tomorrow, I will take my boys back to the desert!"

In the midst of all kinds of chaotic threats, shouting, and pleading, even the old Shiite elder who had always supported Hussein, the old Shiite elder, and the old Jabr, who had not spoken for a long time, staggered to his feet.

"Caliph, you have shed enough blood, and since the Lord no longer intends to give the province of Syria to the Arabs, what are you doing here to waste the blood of the young men?"

"Once all the Arabs are dead, who will serve the Lord?"

"Even the last trick of the kid Zhuoer to assassinate the King of Min didn't work, and the Assasins, who finally got in, were cut down by Da Min, don't fight, retreat!"

The dense wrinkles on his face were all sadly tangled together, and even Hussein's earnest words moved Hussein, but the words were choked in his throat, but Hussein couldn't spit out anyway.

Hussein knew that once he retreated to Mecca, he would probably no longer be able to send troops on such a large scale as he is now, and that the cunning methods of the Min king would only make the Arab tribes on the peninsula more chaotic and cannibalistic, just like the Arabian Peninsula society for centuries in a row.

The vigorous expansion of the ******, the efforts of the prophets and the six generations of caliphs, the countless elites on the peninsula, and the magnificent cause for which the great warriors shed their blood have returned to the starting point in their own hands?

Hussein didn't dare to think about this result, his lips trembled, and he could only look blankly at the large group of rude or pleading faces facing him, silent!

The sound of quarrels and pleadings almost overturned the small stuffy tent, and the undisguised arguments of the leaders also caused a large group of bewildered Arab soldiers to surround them, so that if the army of the Great Min Nightblade attacked by a surprise attack, perhaps the Arab army would collapse.

It's a pity that Li Rang was suffocating in the tent at this time, and the Africans he recruited were almost impossible for other generals to command smoothly, so the night attack troops also stayed in the camp honestly and did not come out.

The once-in-a-lifetime opportunity was fleeting, and a key figure in turning the situation around was full of joy, and hurried in, limping into the tent with a cane, and Abdul shouted at Hussein in a stunned state of great excitement.

"Caliph! The wind is up! The wind is up! This time it's definitely the second biggest! ”

After yelling for a long time, Abdul realized that the atmosphere around him was wrong, and looked around in astonishment.

"Guys, what are you?"

But before he could figure it out, Hussein, who seemed to have suddenly come to life, grabbed him by the collar fiercely, and the caliph's mouth trembled with excitement, and he screamed at him with all his might.

"Allah willing! You mean, the wind is blowing! ”