The early morning was even more difficult, and the entire nameless hills of the Lebanon Mountains, which were used as battlefields, were filled with misty smoke, and the trapped Fujian army was also ushering in an even more thirsty morning. XsHuotXT

Almost everyone had bloodshot eyes, and their eye sockets were red and swollen halfway.

The smoke released by the Arabs last night completely angered the Fujian army, starting with Shenglian Mountain, about 20,000 Fujian troops were killed in the Arab military camp, the two sides shot countless arrows through the flame belt, the riders of the two armies trampled on each other, and fought for most of the night, and the puddles dug by the Arabs were captured several times.

In the end, the Arabs were completely annihilated by the corpses and trampling of both sides, and the brutal war came to an end.

His throat was swollen and he couldn't speak, and on the morning of the third day, the Min army began in silence, and the sergeants gathered to the quartermaster tiredly, numbly receiving water and food in turn.

There is indeed water, although the stored water was drunk last night, but during the battle the Min army twice seized the reservoir of the Arabs, and this morning everyone received a few more mouthfuls of water than yesterday, but the water was filled with a strong smell of blood.

In the Chinese army, Li Yexu and Sheng Lianshan were also a little embarrassed, Sheng Lianshan's back was wrapped with a bulging bandage, which was left to him by an unknown Arab sheikh, and Li Yexu's eyes were simply swollen and couldn't be opened, and the white sand wrapped in it was also filled with a layer of blood.

"Yesterday's casualty statistics are out, Lao Sheng!"

His expression was extremely heavy, and he paused for a moment before continuing to say expressionlessly: "The number of those who died, those who died in battle, and those who were seriously wounded, totaled six thousand eight, of which seven hundred and twenty......-five were killed in the battalion of Zuo Qianniu Wei Xuanfeng."

There is an officer training class in Damin, and every ten months, veteran generals and famous generals of Guanzhong or other nationalities will be invited to explain and exchange their combat experience, and Li Yexu once turned his grandfather's experience into the vernacular to explain to the generals of Damin.

The soldier is only a number in war, a means for a general to achieve his strategic intentions!

Having said that, the brothers who really followed their birth and death died in the fire, and the mood was still painfully trembling, yesterday Li Yexu's right Qianniuwei killed more than 3,000 people, and Li Yexu's face was trembling under the numb expression.

Zuo Qianniuwei's whirlwind army is the elite cavalry who rushed into battle with Sheng Lianshan yesterday, with a total of more than 1,000 horses, and 725 killed, which is equivalent to seven deaths from ten people.

"The battle can't be fought like this!"

Suddenly, Sheng Lianshan sat up suddenly, grabbed Li Yexu's shoulders suddenly, and said excitedly: "Tonight, Lao Tzu will go to charge the battle again, Brother Li, you will take the brothers down the mountain from the right trail of the mountain, go to the bottom of Quna Mountain to look for horses, and then retreat to Damascus, brother, I dare not say for a long time, I can still drag it out in one day!"

"No, I am the marching commander of the Right Route Army, I order you to lead the army to retreat, and this general will come to the palace!"

For the first time, Li Yexu was also so excited, and he also pressed Sheng Lianshan's shoulders with both hands and shouted excitedly.

"I came up with the idea! I'm coming to the Queen! ”

"This is a military order, you retreat!"

If you stay, you will definitely die, but the two of them are like fighting for some treasure, pinching each other's necks and shouting and fighting, and even came to hug each other and fight, and the surrounding soldiers crowded to the extreme, but they were helpless.

But at this moment, the former military captain suddenly ran over anxiously, glanced at the two generals who were torn together in astonishment, and then knelt on the ground anxiously.

"General, the Arabs have attacked!"

Sheng Lianshan, who was full of green muscles, climbed down from Li Yexu's body in shock, and put his helmet over, Li Yexu also got up anxiously, and shouted angrily at the stunned soldiers around him: "What are you doing in a daze, don't you go to battle soon!"

Picking up a horse, Sheng Lianshan rode to the front and galloped desperately, Li Yexu also stood on the command platform with messy armor, and raised the telescope with anxiety.

Last night, six of the Arabs' giant trebuchets were burned, and the other twelve were all pushed to the front, and the dry and hard camel dung in the sky dragged a long thick smoke and rained down on the shield array raised in front of the Fujian army, and once again staged a scene of rain and remnants.

But unlike yesterday, today tens of thousands of Arab light cavalry climbed the hillside like a rising flood, yellow camels neighed hideously, and the scimitars raised by the cloth-wrapped faces on the camels shone brightly under the strong Middle Eastern sun.

"All for the Lord!"

Shouting slogans, countless Bedouin riders poured in.

Seeing that the enemy army was getting closer and closer, the front line of the Fujian army was also in chaos, the eyes of officers and colonels at all levels were smoked with camel dung to tears, their red and swollen voices forced to make a harsh and hoarse command sound, and the blood vessels in their heads bulged like writhing earthworms.

"Crossbowmen!"

In the hoarse shout of holding the sword, staring at the hot camel dung meteor shower, a group of Fujian troops with red and swollen eyes and wearing infantry light armor quickly ran to the front of the military formation, pulled the bow diagonally at forty-five degrees, and threw it directly into the sky, and then retreated, like flowing clouds, and the next round of archers rose again.

The crossbowman was half-kneeling on the ground, squinting grimly at the camel with his head held high.

Many Arab knights held their shields in mid-air to resist the shield-filled feathered arrows, but they couldn't help but lie on the ground with their legs limp, and in a blink of an eye, they were crushed by the rolling iron hooves.

The dense bows and crossbows could not stop the fanatical believers, and after they fell to the side, the Bedouin riders behind were still surging forward one after another, and after a few minutes, they finally reached the front of the Fujian army's trench.

Compared with the last war, the Arabs were obviously countless times more ruthless, and they had grown a lot, and the front-line camel cavalry directly turned over and jumped off the camel, and after slashing the camel's throat, they pushed the camel with a bloody wail directly into the trench full of spikes.

In the blink of an eye, the trench that the Min army had worked so hard to manage was filled with camel carcasses.

"Shield Wall !!"

In the piercing roar of the brigades, the crossbowmen retreated like flowing water, and the well-trained Fujian soldiers quickly closed into a shield wall like the ancient Roman tortoiseshell array.

Unlike the West, the use of the shield in the Eastern War was mostly used to intercept war horses and groups of infantry charges, so the heavy square shield half a person high in front of the Fujian army was covered with a thick layer of iron, three shields were spliced together, and there were sharp barbs, squinting red and swollen eyes smoked by smoke, and the Fujian army shield hand with a heavy shield even showed a mocking sneer.

But who knew that the Arab swordsmen who filled the trench did not rush forward as before, but squatted down and threw the leather bag that had just been untied from the camel at the Min army.

The leather pouch smashed on the tip of the lance and was punctured, and the viscous black liquid inside drenched the shield wall for a moment.

One of the shieldmen crushed the liquid dripping from his collar with his fingers in astonishment, and then cried out in horror.

"Oil !!"

The Middle East is rich in oil, and the Min people taught the Arabs to put it into war, and the shield hand has just finished shouting, countless torches have been thrown over, and in an instant, the front of the Fujian army formation two or three kilometers wide has become a purgatory, and the fire man screams miserably everywhere from the shield array, and finally falls to the ground.

In the form of a crisis, the Fujian army that broke away from the shield formation simply gave up the formation, roared angrily and held spears to counterattack the Arabs, who knew that the Arab camel infantry vanguard who had just finished throwing the oil bag turned around and fled to the back, and even the camels that had not yet entered the battle behind were scattered to both sides, and a larger hedgehog was exposed.

Imitating the Macedonian phalanx that once fought all over the world, in order to restrain the well-trained combat formation of the Fujian army, the Arabs also formed a phalanx of spears, and it was a super-long spear that had been lengthened by the Seleucid Empire, and the nine-meter gun array was really like a big hedgehog trembling forward, although the Arab queue was by no means as strict as the Fujian army, the Great Min soldiers who were eager to rush forward were still shocked and crashed into this mountain of death guns, hanging on it in pieces.

Poof, the soldiers in front were stabbed through the chest by spears, and the frightened ones behind squatted down and wanted to rush forward, but they didn't expect the spears in the fourth and fifth rows of the Arabs to point to the ground, and before they could get closer, he had been stabbed to death by three or five extra-long spears, and the lance raised high in his arm full of blood was still half a meter away from the Arabs.

The length of the gun cannot determine the combat effectiveness, but in this particular battlefield, the Min army fell to the ground like cutting wheat under the slaughter of the super long spear, and the huge front army showed a collapse situation, countless people screamed and retreated backwards in the smoke, and under continuous torture, the tight strings of the Fujian army were finally broken, and even Sheng Lianshan couldn't hold it down when he desperately pressed it on the front line.

"Crossbowmen, forward, break through the spear array of the Arab Hu!"

On the mound of command, Li Yexu's voice was also hoarse to the extreme, and he personally shook the battle flag and shouted loudly, but before the group of crossbowmen returned to the front under his command, the rear army sounded a frightened roar again, and turned back in shock, but Li Yexu saw the Arab cavalry who did not know when to bypass launched a charge behind the military formation.

There was the hideous roar of the Arabs in all directions, and the wolf smoke wafting from below was even more so that the throats of the whole army were dry, and the eyes were red.

Ma Tan!

The general of Shu who fought a decisive battle with the Wei army in the street pavilion back then was probably in the same mood as he was today, sitting down paralyzed, Li Yexu looked up at the banner of the Fujian army floating in the smoke of war in despair.

"It's over!"