The amount of water in the Yarmouk River is not small, as a tributary of the Jordan River, the largest river in the Middle East, the water here is turbulent, the white waves are rolling, and even the river bank is quite steep in some places, the Yarmouk battle that decided the fate of the Syrian province last time, the defeated Roman army was wiped out, and many of them jumped into the river to escape after the collapse, and were drowned alive in the river.

In order to facilitate the use of water, the Arab army occupied the only shoal in the vicinity for hundreds of miles, and even the river bank on which the Min army relied was slightly steep and rocky, which could not help but remind Li Jie of the Snake Water War that made him unlucky more than ten years ago.

Imitating Yuangai Suwen and Yizhi Wende, Li Jie has not been idle for more than a month, taking advantage of the night to send people to cross the river to the north bank by ferry, avoiding the surveillance of the Arab army, going up the river for 30 miles, and choosing a dangerous place to build a dam to intercept the river.

The half hour that Fang Yiai needed just now, it wasn't that his Roman legions needed to dig a trench for so long, in fact, they were waiting for the soldiers upstream to break the embankment, and when the same signal flare came, the fifth, sixth, eighth, and ninth fourth legions of the Roman legions on the left immediately took refuge on the high ground that had just been dug up.

As for the friendly forces in the ditch, they have no ability or leisure to care.

In the shouting and screaming of the former army generals such as Yaogero, Xiao Ting, and Numan Asan, more than 50,000 assault troops of various ethnic groups also couldn't take care of dodging, and hurriedly came out of the low-lying trenches, but before some slow soldiers climbed up, the white waves had already rushed up from the ditch dug by the Roman legions with shields, and swept the soldiers who cried for their fathers and mothers.

The Min army was still prepared, and the unprepared Arabs in the trench on the other side were even more miserable, and after a flood peak, they could only see the floating Greek fire jar and the large strings of bubbles in the turbid water.

The ditch was filled, and the surging river still did not stop, and it overflowed along the edge of the ditch, and the rapid flow of water made the Hashir cavalry unable to stop slipping, and countless war horses knelt on the ground with a wail, and fell into the mud, and the livestock shed of the Arabs behind them was also soaked into a pig's nest, and the forage that was finally beaten was washed away, and the grain bought in the field was also soaked in water, and the forty-mile army formation with the middle sand field became a Ze country.

However, at this time, after all, it is a dry period with little rain, even if the water is trapped for half a month, the rushing flood will rush to the feet and neck and begin to retreat slowly, and the losses caused are quite limited, the Arabs put the spear shaft into the water, grasping the spear shaft, most of the unlucky ghosts who fell into the water are almost afraid of coming up, and the Fujian army has prepared a fishing net in advance, and a flood has drowned more than a dozen unlucky eggs, or the two armies are evenly divided.

Seeing that a commando team of the Fujian army was trapped on the edge of the trench and could not advance or retreat, and some of them were dragged down by the collapse of the trench and fell into the water again, and finally crawled out of the mud covered in embarrassment, the Arab command, holding a tattered telescope and looking at it from afar, Abdul, who was already lame, couldn't help laughing.

"Allah bless, the King of Min also has a faint move, this mud has become like this, look at how he Li Jie'er attacked, it is estimated that the Min dogs have scolded the sky, hahahaha!"

Abdul's words resonated so that even the most unsmiling imams followed suit, and the rest of the rude men laughed out loud, but in the midst of the laughter, only Hussein kept looking forward with a cold face.

After a long time, Hussein suddenly turned his head with a pale face, looked at his generals, and narrated in a slightly trembling tone that was not calm.

"Generals, we're in big trouble!"

The laughter came to an abrupt end.

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The shallows within a radius of dozens of miles, because of the low-lying terrain, will flood here every year when the Yamouk River floods in the rainy season, the sediment here is quite fine and viscous, and the fine sand blown by the inland wind is like adding a tube of super glue to the already viscous paste.

The cavalry under the command of Hashir had their slender horses' hooves sunk directly into the mud and sand, and no matter how the knights kicked and scolded, these horses still could not move an inch.

This was not the only cavalry that was trapped, except for the more than 60,000 light cavalry on the high ground on the left that fought against the Armin Ironclad Legion, the remaining 200,000 Arab troops were almost all stuck in the mud, not to mention horses and camels, and it was extremely difficult for people to walk in the mud, and it took a lot of effort to move a short distance.

The trenches of the Arab army did bring some trouble to the Fujian army, but it was only trouble, the offensive and defensive duel, the Min has not been afraid of anyone, the real death of the Arab army is its erratic light cavalry, just like just now, relying on the trench and buffer, thousands of light cavalry pressed tens of thousands of elite Fujian army commandos can not advance or retreat, and cut them down on the edge of the trench like ducks, there are several such traps.

Now, although the Fujian army on the muddy ground is also acting unfavorably, the mobility and impact that the Arabs rely on for survival are gone!

"Kill! Kill all these sand leopards! These beasts and jackals! ”

Behind the Fujian commando, the earth-shattering cheers sounded again, and the larger Fujian infantry rushed out of the army like ants.

He had already considered the water attack, Li Jie naturally couldn't be unprepared, the muddy swamp didn't seem to have much impact on these rushing new forces, everyone ran in the mud, they were all walking fast, and they threw up a large area of mud behind them.

Bags of sand were thrown into the water-filled trench, and in an instant, several 100-meter trenches were filled in, and in an instant, the Fujian army commandos trapped on the edge of the trench also broke out into earth-shattering cheers.

"Long live Your Majesty!!"

In the noisy cheers, at this almost terrifying speed, the Min army filled the trench that was soaked in water to block the way, and the cavalry of Hashir was still struggling in the muddy water at this time, and watched in astonishment, rushing through the trench to block it, and the first fanatical Tianzhu soldier was already with religious excitement, holding his spear, and stabbed it fiercely.

With a muffled sound, the first Arab cavalry screamed and fell off his horse, as if he suddenly woke up the Arab cavalry, and never saved the mount in the deep mud, some Arabs couldn't hold back the terrifying sense of oppression pressed by hundreds of thousands of Fujian troops, and cried and dropped their beloved war horses and turned around and ran back, while some were crazy, turned over and jumped off their mounts, held their scimitars high and went straight to the helmet of the Min army and slashed down.

Courage and fanaticism still dominated the vast majority of this cavalry, stepping on the mud and brandishing a scimitar to frantically hit more than a dozen Fujian shields around, choking the enemy's neck, and the two of them rolled in the mud like madmen, stabbing the knife into the stomach and spitting blood forward.

But at this time, the Min army finally occupied an absolute advantage, rows of spears were overwhelmingly stabbed over, whether people or animals, directly stabbed to death, at this time the mobility of the Min army and the Arabs reversed, some finally trekked through the mud and rushed over, but the target of the Min army had already gone around his back, and a few horizontal knives cut off the head and face.

Sticky blood sprayed into the ugly and ugly mire one after another, making the already sticky and difficult to walk mud even more terrifying and hideous.

"Min dog, die!"

is worthy of being one of the six lions, in such a difficult environment, with a quick knife in his hand, at the feet of Hashir, the corpses of the Min people actually piled up, but unfortunately, no matter how brave he is, he can't stop the general trend from going.

The scimitar was pulled out of the chest of a big Min sword and shield soldier with a bundle of blood, and he was cold behind him, and the cut opened the flesh under the sharp horizontal knife, and he twisted his waist fiercely, and before the Persian soldiers could cut down the horizontal knife raised high, Hashir's scimitar had already cut through his throat.

There were a few more muffled sounds, and three spears pierced into his waist and thighs, and the sharp pain made the Arabian savage really howl like a wild beast............

The spear was broken into several pieces and scattered all over the place, three lance soldiers lay on the ground without looking at it, and a group of Fujian troops armed with knives and guns nearby surrounded a circle, but no one dared to step forward for a while, this person was too evil, so he killed more than 20 people in such a moment, even the brave Fujian army was also frightened.

"What are you doing around? Why don't you go on the offensive yet? ”

The Arab light cavalry that had just killed the corpses of the Fujian people was almost finished at this time, and Yao Geluo was annoyed to catch up from behind, and reprimanded loudly, and the soldiers of the Fujian army, who could not advance or retreat, immediately found the backbone of the main body and made way for a passage.

Seeing Yao Geluo coming, Hashir, who was still carrying a knife with blood-red eyes and looking for the next victim, suddenly burst into a surging killing intent in his chest, these days it has been Yao Geluo commanding the Damin commando, and Hashir has long wanted to kill him.

"O unbelieving dog, I curse you to die by my sword, and your soul will be tormented in Hell for generations, and you will not be able to live and die!!

In the muddy swamp, with brute force rushed out, in the blink of an eye, the cold and shining Uzi steel Damascus scimitar had been killed in front of him, and the Fujian soldiers who had left a shadow in their hearts subconsciously retreated, and Yao Geluo, who had just come over and didn't know what was going on, was also caught off guard by this sudden leap knife, raised his head in shock, and the sharp blade kept expanding in his pupils.

Click~

He fell to the ground like a sack, his face full of disbelief and his eyes wide.

Under the horrified gaze of the surrounding Fujian troops, the acting hussar general, the acting head of the Great Min Assault Army, and the general of the Min State who followed Li Jie from birth to death for more than ten years, crossbow lost medicine Geluo wiped the bloodstained horizontal knife in shock, looked back at a large pool of bright red blood gushing out of his chest, and immediately pulled a government soldier beside him and asked, "What did this thing say in bird language just now?" ”

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Two hundred meters apart, also trapped by their own trench, the next layer of trench thousands of Arab defenders watched the Hashir cavalry being cut into a corpse by the trapped Fujian army, under the frightened and frightened gaze, the sappers behind ran fast and threw sandbags into the deep trench, seeing the ditch in front of them, gradually saw the bottom, suddenly an Arab soldier screamed in despair and despair.

"For the sake of the Lord, fight with Min Dog!"

Pieces of shields frantically crashed into the shields of the Fujian army in the shouts, and another group of Arab soldiers were wounded in the predicament of the beasts fighting with the Fujian army, shouting and scolding in various languages, and the corpses smashed into the trenches that had not yet been filled, and the red color ink rippled in the turbid waters of the Yarmouk River......