This battle took much longer to prepare for than the battle of Qom City, or was it the strategist Li Jing's grandson who personally handled it, or the battle in which Li Rang made meritorious contributions in order to escape punishment, how could he not have completed the battle?

The 10,000 Hezhong Iron Army led by Guo Zhifeng has long been waiting for seven or eight days in the desert of Kuwait in the desert of later generations full of desolation and sand, if these Bedouins have been fleeing, it is fine, but once stopped, the war horses can no longer eat, and the people are also weak to eat, even if the body is as strong as the Bedouins, the combat effectiveness is not one in ten.

In particular, the robbery of camels between tribes just now aggravated the suspicion of one tribe after another, and in this case, Guo Beifeng's Central Asian iron cavalry only charged once, and the Bedouins collapsed.

In the evening, the reluctant Guo Zhifeng reappeared outside the city of Basra, along with almost 15,000 captives, and with them killed under the city of Basra, less than 10,000 Bedouins escaped.

According to the harsh environment of the East Neved Desert in this era, there was no food and water source for the mounts, and these Arabs were going to die in the cruel desert on the ninth floor, which could be regarded as Saladin's carefully concocted division, and it was completely annihilated.

In this battle, more than 40,000 elite and battle-hardened Arabs were broken, but the price paid by the Fujian army was amazing, in addition to the more than 700 dead under the command of Jude, about 1,070 wounded, and about 80,000 Fujian troops in three directions only killed about 100 in total, and there were not many serious injuries, which can be called a perfect victory, of course, this credit is due to Jude, it was the Basra cavalry led by him who attracted most of the firepower, and when the Fujian army broke through, the enemy army was already in chaos.

But there's more to it than that.

In the middle of the night, the prisoner of war camp set up by the Min army in the east of Basra was already full of people, and it was funny to say that after fighting with the Min army on the opposite side for so many days, the Bedouin people did not eat as well as the first day of being prisoners of war.

One by one, the Bedouins, who were accustomed to freedom, had to follow the rules of the Fujian people, queue up to receive dinner plates, go to various windows to eat and make soup, and some even had a fear of the meat in the soup, until the Fujian army cooks impatiently threw out more than 100 sheep's heads, which made the captives settle down.

After a nervous and sweet dinner, he led the officers and nobles of Basra into the prisoner of war camp, followed by two groups of guards, two on the left carrying heavy chests, and on the right dragging large piles of cast-iron torture instruments and leg iron.

In the history of the world, the most notorious black slave trade, most of the later generations condemned the Western colonizers, but did not know that the black slaves were these Arabs who plundered Africa and transported them to the world, as early as a few centuries ago, the Arab slave trade was unusually prosperous, and even the cavalry used for military purposes Mamluk also overthrew the former master and established the Mamluk dynasty of Egypt.

In the past, he went to Africa to plunder slaves, but now he has been reduced to enjoying these slave utensils, and many Bedouin cavalry and nobles have turned white with fright.

However, at this time, another group of Basra cavalry carrying boxes neatly threw the boxes on the ground, and with a loud clang, many of the boxes simply cracked, and the gold and silver shimmered brightly under the light of the fierce fire on both sides of the platform.

Surrounded by fear, the sight of these well-made gold and silver coins of Fujian still made the eyes of these Arab captives glow red, and their deep eyes revealed a strong color of greed.

"Two ways, either abandon your pseudo-caliphate and join the army of this governor to fight for the Great Min, or be sold as slaves and repay your destruction of Basra!"

In this era, there was no international law, it was normal for captives to be sold as slaves, and the concept of the state was also very weak, especially these Bedouin nomads who were still in the stage of primitive commune tribes, did not have too many concepts, the only difficulty was that the beliefs were different, the cultures were different, and the xenophobic Arabs did not believe in the Min people.

But with the traitor as an example, none of this is a problem.

This is also the reason why Li Rang tried his best to dig up the virtues, with this Wu Sangui of the Arab Empire, let the prisoners of war let down their last guard, and it didn't take long to think about it, and there were already Bedouins walking towards the shining gold and silver in droves.

Although the imams and imams of the clan repeatedly declared that the Great Min was a heretic, fought against the Min people, and could go to heaven after dying in battle and receive the reward of Anla, but when faced with a choice, the vast majority of people still preferred to live better, and about 20,000 or so captives fell to the Min army.

Most of the remaining few thousand were not willing to be slaves, but the tribe was too close to Saladin's kinship, or Saladin's tribesmen, fearing cruel reprisals against their families.

As for the diehards, most of them died in battle.

Before the war was over, there were already Fujian merchant ships anchored in the port of Basra like vultures smelling carrion, and that night, more than 5,000 prisoners of war were sold as slaves to these merchant ship owners and transported back to Tianzhu.

As for whether it was sold to the South Tianzhu Mine for mining, or to the plantations in Southeast Asia, or even further afield in Chang'an, it is unknown.

There were many people left who were willing to join the army, and the Fujian army was also picky, not short, thin, and wounded, and finally after several tosses, the next morning, Li Rang's iron army in the river had more than 13,000 Arab servant troops.

Seeing that yesterday was still an enemy, but today he has become his own command, standing on the head of the city and looking at the densely packed servant army leading breakfast, Li Rang finally breathed a sigh of relief, he took the risk of offending the king of Fujian, but he got a solid reward, and in the future, he will continue to go deep into the war in West Asia, and the more the capital, the more the political discourse.

Standing beside him, Anna is also quite complacent, this is not only a big victory for her and Li Rang to form a political alliance, but also a big victory for her and Wu Meiniang to compete for the strong women of Min politics, at least after this battle, the wives of Fujian no longer just look up to the back of the Iron Lady, she Anna also has a place.

The bleak autumn wind blew the autumn grass in Basra, and tens of thousands of Hezhong Iron Army were drinking and feeding horses, ready to continue to advance into the harsh Arabian Desert at any time.

Li Rang has changed too much in the past two years, and he has incorporated nearly 10,000 Bedouin troops, which would never have been possible if Li Rang, who had followed the rules in the past.

Now, with troops, territory, and his own staff group, vaguely, Li Yexu seems to have seen some shadows of Li Jie's Fujian Metropolitan Governor's Mansion back then, and his power has become faintly uncontrollable.

"What the hell is King Min thinking?"

Putting down the binoculars, Li Yexu muttered to himself with some worry, gritted his teeth, he quickly returned to the Chinese army, and after a while, a Tang man dressed as a man carried a bamboo tube and touched it in the direction of Kum City in the north.

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On the banks of the Shatt al-Arab, on the east bank.

The original dry pasture grass and desolate Gobi have disappeared at this time, and have been completely replaced by mushroom-like military tents, as if there is an extra mushroom forest out of thin air, and countless patrol guards patrol the military camp around the barracks like ants.

Suddenly, a cavalry of about a few dozen people, with red necks behind their backs, desperately rushed into the huge barracks, and for about a quarter of an hour, the cheers began to radiate from the Chinese army, and only after a few minutes radiated to the edge of the barracks, which had more people than most of the world's cities, and the entire east bank of the Shatt al-Arab was boiling like boiling water.

The sound shook the west bank, Saladin's horses and camels were running around in panic, and hungry Bedouins also emerged from their tents in horror, and they came out of the tents in a panic.

Coincidentally, it didn't take long for dozens of defeated soldiers to flee from the south one after another, and fled into the Arab military camp in a panic, several times faster than the Fujian, and the Arabs also knew about the defeat of Basra.

It was the closest passage for Saladin's army to return to Oman through the Nefud Desert, and Saladin originally planned to quickly get rid of the pursuit of the Min people and flee back to Yemen, but who expected that the confrontation was only two days ago, and the back road was cut off again.

In the tent of the Chinese army, half a camel was barbecued on the charcoal fire, and the smell of meat exuded a particularly strong aroma, which was salivating, but none of the twenty or so hungry chiefs and nobles in the tent had the heart to look at the food, and all of them hung their heads low, eager to hide in their crotch.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

The face can no longer be described as iron blue, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is pig liver, the trapped beast is spinning back and forth on the stage like a circle, Saladin is like a dying old wolf, and he can't wait to point to the nose of a bunch of trembling chiefs and scold.

"What's the use of asking you? It's not as good as Ben Harry's shepherd dog, the wolf pack of dogs still knows how to bark twice, look at you, the first battle was not defeated and withdrew for hundreds of miles, and the group of waste in Basra, even if there are 40,000 pigs, it is enough for the Fujian people to catch a few days, right? ”

You didn't run first! More than two dozen chiefs involuntarily came up with this idea, but none of them dared to say it, not even to show an expression. Looking at the roaring caliph, the nearest Yemeni chief Bakr couldn't help but look at it cautiously and whispered.

"Your Majesty, the top priority is not to hold accountable, but to find a way to return to Yemen."

As if grasping a life-saving straw, he stopped roaring, staring at Bakr like a hungry wolf, Saladin trembled and shouted: "Then you say, what should the caliph do?" ”

"Or go to the Sultan of Ziyad in Kufa?"

Speaking more carefully, Bakr stared at Saladin's face, his voice almost as low as a mosquito, but this short sentence still set off Saladin's rage, and in his rage, Saladin grabbed the knife on the table and smashed it.

"Let this caliph bow his head to the Umayyad mongrel, no way, if you dare to mention this matter again, you will be killed!"

The silver knife slashed across Berker's fleshy face, buzzing into the tent cloth, a wisp of blood running down his cheek, and he froze on the ground, and Berker's back was wet with cold sweat in an instant, and the resentful eyes flashed in his hyena-like round eyes as he watched Saladin leave in a rage......