Seeing the deserter Suleiman bowing and guiding a black palace veil, and the graceful and majestic Wu Meiniang walked over, Bakel even felt that he saw an angel.

I don't know what Wu Meiniang does, but seeing Suleiman's appearance of wanting to kneel down and cushion her feet and the careful appearance of the more well-armored and heavy Fujian guards around her, she must not be out of the Fujian magnates, and she doesn't dare to breathe, and she doesn't care how shameful it is for the patriarchal Arabs to bow down at the feet of women, and Baecr kowtows without thinking about it.

However, when he opened his mouth to meet him, he was stuck again, and the Arab Empire had not yet developed a harem to interfere in politics, so for a while he didn't know how to be called Wu Meiniang.

Fortunately, there was also a clever deserter, Suleiman, who went to sigh first when the other tribal chiefs were a little overwhelmed or knelt down in shame: "Call Wu Niangniang."

"Bakel meets Wu Niangniang."

There is really only one chance, when the chiefs of other tribes hesitated, Bakel gave Wu Meiniang a pleasing impression, and he didn't know that this old boy was so ugly that he killed people, and he had a big square face and nodded his waist, but he didn't have a naïve feeling.

"You're in luck."

The mature and dignified voice was full of laughter, and Wu Meiniang took out a piece of the holy decree written in yellow silk and read it aloud.

"As the old saying goes, the inner summer and the outer Yidi, the holy son of heaven is virtuous, the four Yi are the son of heaven to guard the land, now there is the Yemeni barbarian chief Bakel, the heart is naturalized, subordinate to the king's teacher, diligent in the king's affairs, leading the chieftains and the rebel rebel against a blow, the king of Min Yuezhi, today he is specially canonized as the Yemeni Khan, and the Ja Arabiyat is called the title of caliph, hoping that he will be grateful for virtue and defend one side for my damin......"

Bakr couldn't even speak Chinese, let alone understand such a long piece of holy decree, watching Wu Meiniang shake her head with the rhyme, just hearing a Harry transliteration, the others were confused, but when he saw the deserter messenger Suleiman who was temporarily found by him to defect to Damin, he trembled with excitement, and his heart chuckled again.

Finally, Wu Meiniang finished reading, picked up the brush and inscribed the name vacated by the canonization book with the word Becker, and then handed it over with both hands.

After passing the decree, Wu Meiniang did not stop, turned around and left, and the guards who followed her also left behind. Opening the holy decree, looking at the scrolls written by a magician with magical colors, Berkel's eyes stared at him, and Suleiman, who was on the side, knelt down and kowtowed heavily in great excitement, screaming in surprise.

"Big brother, let's hit a big luck, the king of Min wants to canonize you as the Great Khan of Yemen, the caliph of Yemen!"

In an instant, blood rushed to his brain, and his face full of flesh turned red, and Berkel's even trembling decree fell to the ground, and after a while, he came to his senses just now, and in the stunned and jealous eyes of the other chiefs, he grabbed Suleiman's shoulder in surprise, and asked in disbelief.

"You mean, the prince of Min wants me to be the Yemeni caliph?"

Without waiting for Suleiman to answer, this kung fu, holding several lacquer flowers on the plate, in the distance, an old Arab man with a white beard and a face full of vicissitudes led more than a dozen eunuchs and palace maids, and came over with a smile.

"Meet the Caliph of Berkr, these are the royal robes given to the Caliph by the King of Min, and these handmaidens were also given by the King of Min to Lord Berker!"

The royal robe is a combination of Chinese style and Persian style, the bright yellow dragon robe is full of majesty and mystery, but it looks nondescript when worn on the Arab of Berkel, although the female slave from the Japanese country looks a lot kitsch, but the long-sleeved cloud sideburns can still pretend to be a bit of Tang charm.

Dressed up in a tent alone, enjoying the "Tangren" beauty combing the Jinxian crown for herself, smelling the rich fragrance of the beauty, occasionally seeing two pink and white balls under the Tang-style palace skirt, and then looking at himself in the mirror Little by little, he also became a Tang nobleman, Becker couldn't help but raise his head and laugh.

Listening to the triumphant voices in the tent, the fire outside the tent, and the hard dried meat, the faces of the dozen or so chiefs of the other tribes became more and more ugly.

Especially Zabul, who was scarred on half of his body and now had dried blood clots on his brown hair, chewed a few mouthfuls of dry and tasteless beef, and this second desert hero who stood up and rebelled couldn't help but spit the dried meat aside in anger, and threw the knife wearing the meat on the ground casually.

"Bastard, Backer, he really thinks of us as his entourage!"

"Hmph, the first soft bone, what's there to show off."

"Phew, traitor bastard."

This was said to the other chiefs, catering to Zabul, and the other chiefs couldn't help but complain, but there was always a hint of sour jealousy in their voices.

Just as a group of fellows were refuting Beckel, a gray shadow with a hippie smile squeezed out of the tent, and sat by the chiefs' fires without knowing it, and also tied up a piece of jerky with a knife, and went up to barbecue it.

Seeing Suleiman's familiar appearance, several chiefs frowned, especially Zabul, who had the hottest temper, simply smashed the knife in Suleiman's hand, and shouted arrogantly and disgustedly: "What kind of thing are you, you are worthy of the same fire as our chieftain's nobles."

Instead of being angry and scolded, Suleiman's smooth face was filled with anger, but he smiled and said, "Isn't Yemen the world of the Berkrid Caliphate?" Don't you, sheikhs, be the lackeys of the Bakr Caliphate like I am? ”

When it came to the sore spot, several of the chiefs were discolored, especially Zabul, who had the hottest temper.

"You're looking for death!"

Pulling out the Damascus scimitar violently, Zabul rested the knife on Suleiman's neck in a rage like a leopard pounced, and the slippery head immediately raised his hands with a pale face.

"What are you doing?"

"Barbarian, put down your weapons and retreat immediately!"

In order to prevent these chiefs from making trouble, the forbidden army specially arranged here took care of it, and more than a dozen forbidden troops around immediately roared angrily and surrounded them with crossbows, and the crossbowheads with good arrows pointed at Zabul, with the superiority of the Tang people, the forbidden army arrogantly ordered.

I couldn't understand the Tang language, but everyone could understand the cold crossbow arrows, and when he looked at Suleiman's neck, Zabul's eyes widened with anger, but he didn't continue to cut it. Trembling with fear, Suleiman smiled, pinched the blade with two fingers, and pushed the cold blade open his neck.

also knows who is the master now, and then on the next step, Zabul also angrily put away his knife and sat back again, settling the conflict, and the Tang guards were not interested in caring about the trivial matters between his Arabya barbarians, so he put away the crossbow and retreated.

Without the previous call for wind and rain, the chiefs were a little embarrassed, a little lost, and in silence they roasted the meat again, picked up the knife, and Suleiman still stayed by the fire with a dead face.

After a while, Suleiman muttered something in a whisper as if he was absent-minded.

"The little one also knows that the adults are unbalanced, but in the end, Lord Burkel first lost his sincerity to the Min people, and it is natural that he will be reused, and the Min people will also have to buy people's hearts."

Snorted again, Zabul and the others still didn't say a word, but Suleiman's next sentence aroused the appetite of several others.

"Although Yemen is sealed out, there is still an Oman, in order to settle down, the Fujian people decided to divide and conquer, set up the Sultan of Oman next to the Yemeni caliphate, the Emirate of Kuwait next to Basra, and set up the Sultan of Saudi Arabia in the vast Nefud Desert, which is a total of four positions, and soon the Great Min will go to war with the governor of Kufa, Ziyad, to compete for the rich Mesopotamia, the Bakr Caliph made the king of Min happy, and got Yemen, and who is the next caliph and sultan depends on your performance."

Hou Jie's greatest legacy, the transformation of the caliph from a sacred and unique position, from a unique spokesman set up by God on earth to a secular ruler on earth, the impact of this change is.

Since Hou Jie can do it! Why can't I?

Listening to Suleiman's words, several people showed longing thoughts, their heartbeats couldn't help but speed up a little, and their heads subconsciously surged a few times.

No one thinks about whether he will be punished by Allah if he becomes caliphate.

Oman has a vast territory, bordering the Strait of Hormuz, the rains brought by the marine monsoon, and it is quite rich, the territory of Saudi Arabia, which is the largest, is almost all desert, and the nomadic Bedouin tribes are the most unruly and difficult to manage, as for Kuwait, although the territory is the smallest, it is the richest one near the Persian Gulf.

Which position can he get, how to fight, seven or eight chiefs subconsciously think.

As for the allegiance to Saladin, it has long been thrown into a corner.

After thinking about it for a long time, Zabul, who seemed to be the most short-tempered and simple-minded, suddenly stared at Suleiman vigilantly, and asked fiercely: "Why did you tell us this for no reason?"

There is no good thing in the sky that pie falls, and now that the state of Damin is in power, I am afraid that with an order, the Bedouins who are fighting for these positions will be as numerous as the sand and gravel of the Nefde desert.

Several of the other chiefs also glared at him vigilantly, but instead of stage fright, Suleiman turned his head in resentment.

"The Caliph of Bakr once promised to treat me Suleiman as a brother after the deed was completed, but he has not yet ascended the throne of the Yemeni caliphate, and has already left me behind as a slave, and I Suleiman is not willing to be a slave.

This reason is sufficient, seeing that Suleiman's indignation is not a hypocrisy, a group of Saladin's chieftains eagerly surround him, constantly asking the details of the division of the territory of Damin......