Behind Xue Ne, the infantry regiments that had been neatly arranged in a phalanx quickly spread out to both sides, and the sturdy iron and wood, exuding a metallic fan-shaped Basra gate, opened inward, and the tall, handsome Arab war horses supported a sturdy body, draped in fattened robes, wearing bloomers, and with three bending points hanging behind them, and the unique and strange recurve bows of the asymmetrical cavalry rushed out of the city gate in turn.

The cheeks covered with the signs of dryness from sandstorms and the muscular muscles of eating meat and milk, and the beard that everyone should wear whether they are young or not, are undoubtedly all Arabs, of the same race as Arabs outside the city.

The veteran at the front of the cavalry was particularly eye-catching, with a white turban wrapped around his head, like a bulge that rolled away, a gray beard that had been dragged to his chest, and a pair of narrow triangular eyes, the skin at the corners of the eyes was wrinkled like old tree bark, but the dim eyeballs always exuded a fierce murderous aura.

Undoubtedly, this man was the governor of Basra, Cut, and behind him were some 5,000 soldiers from the desert of Nefd, who had brought with him from Medina.

After Damascus was captured, the Arabs everywhere have been in chaos, and the warlords everywhere have attacked and killed each other, as if they have returned to the dark era before the Islamic Revival, but the Arabs will also have a bottom line in the chaos, that is, they will not help foreigners to attack their own people, the Byzantine forces in Asia Minor, Armenia in the Caucasus, and even the Huns, and the Magyars in the Caspian Sea all want to take advantage of this opportunity to get a piece of the pie, but without exception they were beaten back by the Arabs.

Even if Basra asked for help from Damin, after the Min army arrived, the Basra soldiers did not fight again.

No wonder these Omani Bedouins were so stunned to see the faces of their kindred people.

The roar from afar kept coming, and listening to the old cheeks of Cut De, it also jumped a few times inadvertently.

Yesterday, in such a short period of time, Anna only gave him two choices, either to be recruited into the court, to be a nominal general, to eat and wait for death, or to lead the children of his clan to serve in the army in the river and continue to make some achievements.

When Muhammad raised his army, he had already followed him, and in the time of Hassan, he was given the important position of governor of Basra, and it was naturally more uncomfortable for him to be a prince who looked up to people, so there was only one choice left.

As for loyalty to the Arab Empire? I'm sorry, but the Abbasid dynasty that he declared allegiance to has fallen, such as Saladin, Ziyad, and Faisal of Egypt, these people who stand up and call the caliph are just rebellious ministers and thieves in his eyes, Husayn of Mecca, the son of Ali, the grandson of Muhammad, can be counted as a target of allegiance, the problem is that Husayn actually converted to the Hawariji sect, which can be regarded as a heresy among many schools of Islam, and murdered the heresy of his father, the fourth caliph Ali, The sanctity he represents has vanished in the eyes of many vassals.

In the final analysis, the political proposition of the Hawariji faction, anyone can be a caliphate, not only denies the authority of the bloodline, but also denies the authority of the Arab elites everywhere, although the Islamic expansion movement is under the banner of religion, but in fact, a large part of the factor is that the Arabs are not satisfied with their own poor living conditions, eager to change their own lives.

It was not easy to achieve today's status and wealth, who wants to give up easily?

This is also the greatest legacy left by Hou Jie, who made the position of caliph degenerate from a theocracy to a secular monarch, and tore apart the Islamic spirit that is enough to unite all Arabs, without spiritual sustenance, and turned to Damin, and only the reserve and arrogance of the Arabs remained.

However, when it came to his head, this little thing was easily discarded by him, and he tidied up the helmet hidden under the turban, and did not answer to the stunned Omani and Yemeni generals at all, and Jude directly leaned forward and took out the scimitar.

"For Basra's sake, for the riches you have gained, kill them!"

Nothing could be more inspiring than this, and the basra cavalry, which roared like a wolf, and the small group of Basra cavalry, almost at the same time raised their whips, and the horses neighed and surged forward desperately, and the raging cavalry roared like goshawks catching a glimpse of their prey, and slew at their desert relatives.

In Basra, almost all of these conquistadors from Medina had farms or shops, and the arrival of these poor relatives in the desert had caused them heavy losses a few days ago, and now, having lost the last veil of their kindred, the Medina cavalry really had nothing but hatred for them.

Still in a daze, until Basra's cavalry came to the front, more than a dozen Arab nobles and handsomes who came out to challenge from the east woke up from a dream and ran back screaming, behind them, raindrop-like arrows fell, many people ran and ran, and directly fell down the war horse.

However, a few people ran back to the camp in panic. Following behind them, he put away the desert bow, and the judge who ran at the front licked the old man's lips cruelly, and the scimitar in his hand skillfully pressed the height of the horse's neck to the left and right.

Poof.

The sharp scimitar seemed to touch something, and with the speed of the war horse, the blade easily cut the neck of a Yemeni soldier in the camp, and the blood sprayed half of the horse, and the hot old judge's arm trembled violently, but this seemed to arouse the old Arabyan's fierce murderous intent even more.

It seems that there is no difference between fighting under the command of the Min people and fighting under the banner of Islam.

In this kind of thought, more Meccan soldiers drove their war horses to break through the simple fence built by the Yemenis, how could they not have imagined that the Fujian army would unexpectedly attack on such a large scale today, many Yemenis lying on the fence to watch the lively Yemenis, and the Omanis were directly trampled into a puddle of mud by the war horses.

Finally, the blood also aroused the killing intent of the besieged Bedouin army, as if recalling the bloody and cruel blood feud of relatives on the Arabian Peninsula who were inhumane, and in the shouting, one Yemeni also came out of the tent one after another, some carrying heavy axes directly at the legs of the galloping horses and horses, and some were even more fierce and pounced on the galloping horses, holding the horses and rolling on the ground.

After a smooth start, in the blink of an eye, the Damascus Arabs who had entered the Bedouin army were in a bitter battle.

In this scene, Sheng Lianshan, who was watching the right army supervising the battle, was like an ant on a hot pot, jumping off the horse and holding his hands, turning back and forth, looking at the east anxiously, while muttering: "Why don't you give an order, it's really urgent." ”

Under the Chinese army, Li Rang, who was fully clothed in armor, was also so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, but he waited quietly on the horse, and only glanced at Li Yexu, the general of the Right Thousand Niuwei who commanded for him from time to time.

Wearing a silver bright light armor, holding a telescope and looking at the Damascus cavalry rolling and struggling in the enemy camp, the scene of hard fighting, Li Yexu didn't seem to have a trace of anxiety, leisurely as if he had those small fights during the siege a few days ago.

It wasn't until he saw that Lao Jude's battle flag had been cut down once by the swarming enemy, and the brave Medina knight could no longer bear his strength, and there was a tendency to retreat, that Li Yexu waved his hand to the captain beside him in a hurry.

"It's finally here!"

Looking at the Chinese army, Daxu waved downward, the fierce war drums sounded again, and he was so excited that he almost didn't turn his head, jumped on the war horse with a roar, and held the breathtaking blood-colored horse lance high in the air, Sheng Lianshan roared excitedly.

"For the sake of Damin, rush with Lao Tzu!"

What kind of general brings out what kind of soldiers, Sheng Lianshan is as anxious as fire, and most of his subordinates are people with upright tempers, and with a shout, the cavalry of Zuo Qianniu Guard, who had been waiting impatiently, roared angrily and raised their horse whips, and in an instant, thousands of horses galloped, and the sound of the soldiers roaring seemed to tear apart the mountains and rivers.

The Central Plains War paid attention to the length of the south and the shortness of the north, and there were many northerners under the command of Zuo Qianniuwei, and the forest-like spears and short spears were also put down, and the spears were held horizontally, and the soldiers and soldiers of dozens of prefectures were also gushing out like floods that opened the floodgates.

Not only the right flank, the left army Li Chou, the Chinese army Li Yexu, the three roads presented a zigzag, three bread copy, a few breaths, the periphery of the Arab military camp, was occupied by the Fujian soldiers, countless spears pierced through the gap in the fence, countless Bedouin Hu people were stabbed to death on the spot, and the blood flowed like a river.

In "Warring States Policy", the Qin people are depicted, donating armor to the enemy, holding people's heads on the left and captives on the right, which is unstoppable! The Fujian army, which is now ready to go, is not inferior to the Qin people.

Under such a strong attack, at last, Aladdin's partial division, which was ordered to lure the enemy here, could no longer hold on, and the disadvantages of the tribe forming an army of their own were exposed here, and the soldiers of each clan no longer obeyed the command of the officers set up by Saladin, and fled to the southwest in a swarm of abandoned armor.

More than 100,000 people fought into a mess, the sound of killing shook the sky, the Bedouins trapped in the camp also inspired the last brute bravery, fighting to the death and not retreating, entangled together, watching a large group of nomadic light cavalry run out in front of the eyes but could not reach, Sheng Lianshan is really angry seven orifices of smoke, the fight is becoming more and more ferocious, more than 30 Tang pounds of long lance was waved by him like a loach in the ground, one by one Bedouin warriors knocked to death, touched and died, there was no enemy.

Away from the noisy battlefield, losing all their equipment and provisions, they fled for about half a day, and after escaping for dozens of miles, countless Bedouin nomadic cavalry who were in a state of embarrassment stopped out of breath and dismounted to rest in the desolate Gobi Desert.

The war horse, foaming at the corner of its mouth, struggled to arch the cold and sharp stones on the ground with its mouth, trying to gnaw the dry grass roots below, fighting hard for a long time, and the bedouins, who were dizzy with hunger, also used their war knives to pick open the stones, looking for snakes, scorpions, and the like hiding in them to fill their hungry stomachs.

In the roar, a hungry Bedouin suddenly drew his knife and cut down the camel of the tribe next to him, and before he could tear off a few pieces of bloody flesh, the members of the opposite tribe immediately surrounded him fiercely, seeing that the tribal blood feud was about to be staged again, but at this time the earth suddenly trembled violently.

Everyone looked west in astonishment......