Chapter 758 The Great War is about to start

"Yo, Your Highness is back."

In the study of Ganlu Hall, Zhang Jianzhi and Di Renjie were chatting. Suddenly, they found that Li Xian had come in from the screen and got up quickly.

"No, please sit down."

Li Xian looked indifferent and couldn't see that he was very happy and angry. He strode to the top and sat down. He pressed his hand and signaled that the two of them didn't have to be polite.

"Your Highness, what is the result of today's discussion?"

After all, Zhang Jianzhi was impatient. In addition, he was by Li Xian's side for a long time, and he had few scruples. As soon as he sat down, he opened his mouth and asked for details.

"It has been agreed that Pei Xingjian will be in charge, and Xue Rengui will be the deputy. This is expected to happen, and it is not surprising. On the contrary, I am quite puzzled by the mother's proposal to cultivate the reserve talents in Beijing. Well, this is like this..."

In today's discussion, Li Xian not only prevented the Queen Wu's attempt to take over military and state affairs, but also frustrated the possibility that the King of Yue tried to take the opportunity to take advantage of military power. He also successfully pushed Pei Xingjian to the position. It was not an exaggeration to say that he had won a complete victory. However, Li Xian did not feel very happy. The key was that he failed to figure out the end of the Empress Wu. What is the purpose of the one who came here?

"Your Highness, I think that the Empress's move should have only one purpose, which is to cultivate the party members, lay out the army, and try to compete with Your Highness with this. It's really not enough to worry about!"

Hearing Li Xian's words, Zhang Jianzhi couldn't help sneering and pointed out the intention of Queen Wu.

"Your Highness, I think what Brother Meng said is very true. This is just to dig a spring when you are thirsty. Even if you get something, it won't be too much. It's okay to stir it away. Only the Persian armies can return smoothly. Everything is under control, and there is no need to worry too much."

Di Renjie's view is obviously the same as that of Zhang Jianzhi, and he doesn't think how much the Queen Wu can make.

"It's not that simple. I'm not afraid of the placement of party feathers behind my mother. What I'm worried about is that they will transfer elites from the front-line armies into the capital. Once this is the case, the consequences are still unpredictable."

After all, Li Xian is a general. In military, his ** nature is higher than that of the two wise men. He does not agree with the judgment of the two, but puts forward another relatively severe possibility.

"That doesn't matter. Your Highness, why don't you make a plan?"

As soon as he saw Li's conspicuous worry, Zhang Jianzhi laughed, gave a high-five and gave a solution.

"What are you going to do? Well, okay, that's it. I'll find a few rising stars to let my mother pull in!"

Li Xian is a shrewd person. As soon as he heard what Zhang Jianzhi said, he immediately had an idea. He quickly passed the northern generals in his heart, and he had a decision in his heart...

In early spring and February, it was the time when the spring was warm and the flowers bloomed. Everything revived. The grass in the suburbs of Persepolis was green and red, and the earth was enchanting. However, the Persian king Niishi had no intention to appreciate it. Looking at the column of Tang soldiers in front of him who were ready to open, tears could not be stopped flowing down.

"General Lin, Xiao Wang, Xiao Wang..."

Ni Ni Ni Shi waved his sleeve and wiped the tears on his face, trying to say some precious words to Lin Chengbin, who was standing beside him, but the words just came out, and a burst of sadness rolled up, and he choked and couldn't go on.

"King of Persia, take care, see you later!"

When parting is about to leave, Lin Chengbin can't help but feel sad, but what he should have said has already been said. At this time, Lin Chengbin really doesn't want to be a son and daughter. After bowing for a military salute, he strode to the front of the queue, reached out to take the reins handed over by the bodyguard. As soon as he raised his waist, he turned over the horse's back.

"General, you are gone. What should I do with millions of Persian people, General!"

As soon as he saw that Lin Chengbin was about to leave, the Ni Ni Ni Shi could no longer control the almost collapsed nerves. He staggered to the side of the war horse, grabbed the reins of the horse, and howled bitterly. The sadness of his voice was really tearful. Hundreds of Persian subjects who came to see off the Tang army all cried.

"If there is a big disaster, if the king of Persia can fight, he will fight. If he can't, he will retreat to the Broken Leaf City. With the strong army of the Tang Dynasty, I can keep the prince safe. Good bye!"

The time for the army's departure is approaching. Even if Lin Chengbin can't bear it in his heart, he can only shake the reins of the horse and bounce off the hand of the mud master. Some words insincerely comfort him. Immediately, he didn't care how ugly the mud master's face was. He waved his hand and shouted and ordered, "The whole army obey the order and set off!"

"Woo-woo..."

With the order, the sad horn in the Tang army began to make a big noise. Tens of thousands of soldiers who had been on standby for a long time raised their whips together. In the smoke and dust, the hoofs of the horses s swelled, and the dust was flying, and it was far away in a short time.

"God wants to kill me, heaven wants to kill me, alas..."

Looking at the Tang army brigade that was gradually fading away, the Ni Niishi howled. The way he beat his chest and staggered his feet was really like a bereavement. Although the people around him were crying with him, he only the last day knew what they thought in their hearts...

Mosul means a connecting point in Arabic. Its old city is located more than 300 kilometers north of Baghdad, the capital of Iraq. Since the Eastern Han Dynasty, it has been an important town on the Silk Road, an important town that must pass through from Asia Minor to the Persian Gulf, and also the capital of the Eastern Province of the Great Food Empire.

Because of the habits of the nomads, the city of Mosul was not prosperous in the past, and the population was not too much, that is, about 10,000. However, since the Battle of the Surhan Valley, the city has become the center of the whole Great Food Empire. Not only are more than 200,000 troops gathered here, but also the caliph Muawiya I Ben Abby Sufuyang moved the palace to this city in order to command and resist the possible attacks of the Tang army nearby. He turned the whole city into a huge military camp. All kinds of fortifications inside and outside the city are scattered, followed by noise and noise, whether inside or outside the city, even if It is difficult to make an exception to the former Governor's Office of the Eastern Province, which has been changed into a palace. However, today's Governor's General's Office is strangely quiet. It's not that there is no one there. In fact, the huge council hall is full of local people. Not only the caliph himself is present, but also more than 40 civil and military ministers standing on both sides. It's just that everyone stood in awe, and no one ever said anything, but there was a faint look of expectation in everyone's eyes.

"Report that the Tang army has withdrawn from Persepolis and is turning towards the Buha River. The journey is extremely fast. It is expected to reach the mouth of the Old River in three days."

Waiting to wait again, in a strange silence, a burst of rapid footsteps suddenly rose, but a dusty sentry scout broke in from outside the hall and rushed to the front of the throne. One knee touched his chest with one hand, and reported in a hurry.

"Hum..."

After waiting for a long time, the expected news finally came, and the high-ranking officials present couldn't help talking about it privately, and for a moment, the noise in the hall became a sound.

"Cough."

In the face of the officials' dishonest behavior, although Muawie Ibbon Abi Su Fuyang did not say a scold, he frowned slightly and coughed twice, which suppressed the private voice of the people.

"The noble caliph, since the Tang thief has run away, the last general thinks that it can't be indulgent. Our three armies are all sent together to annihilate the Tang thief, and the last general is willing to be the vanguard!"

As soon as the officials calmed down, they saw a burly general flashing out from the side. It turned out to be Via Abu Muslim, who was known as the first hero of the Great Food Empire. However, when they saw him standing in front of the hall, they loudly issued a declaration of asking for war.

"The noble caliph, the last general thought that what General Muslim said was right, and the extermination of Tang Kou was at this time!"

"Wang, I will second it at the end."

"Please ask the caliphate to order, and the last general is willing to lead the troops to suppress the thieves!"

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Via Abu Muslim was very prestigious in the army. When he stood out like this, a large number of people followed him and came out for second. For a moment, the conference hall was full of shouts and killing.

"Well, what do you think of my son?"

Muawiye iben Abi Sufuyang did not give instructions to the generals, but quietly pressed his hand to calm down, and then turned his eyes on Yezid iben Abu, who was standing at the head of the ministers. After a moment of meditation, his voice asked in a flat voice.

"In the words of my father, I think that the battle is already an arrow on the string and has to send it. There are four reasons: First, peace can never be fought, not talked about. As far as I know from my father went to the Tang Dynasty this time, the country is still martial and is a warlike country. The reason for returning to the division now is not to have a peace treaty with our country. Therefore, there is a war around the country, and there is no power to look to the west for the time being. At this time, it will not destroy its troops, and there will be many troubles in the future. Second, although the Tang Dynasty is strong, there is no second army that can be compared with the present one. This army is the private army of the prince of the country. The destruction can not only frustrate the sharpness of the Tang Dynasty, but also plunder its skilled craftsmen for my use. If If you can build a firearm force in the same way, with the bravery of our great food empire, why are you afraid of the Tang Dynasty to take revenge? Third, the emperor of the Tang Dynasty is weak and incompetent, and the prince of the country and the queen are fiercely fighting. If this Tang army can be destroyed, the prince of the country will suffer a serious setback. Once he is weak, he will be fiercely attacked and killed by his mother. Even if he has the heart, he is powerless. It's my fault. Fourth, the reality of the Tang army is all under my control. There is no possibility of backup for the Tang army. Under the siege of our army, the whole army will be destroyed. With these four points, our army will win the battle! Please ask my father to order that the child is willing to fight to the death in order to do his best!"

Yazid ibu-bu was originally an extremely confident person. In addition, he had the military guidance that Tang officials deliberately passed through, and he had a firm belief that he would win the war. When he said it, he was really impassioned.

"Well, okay! Go, sprinkle the glory of the true God all over the desert and show off my prestige!"

Since the return of Yazid ibu Abu, Muawiye iben Abi Sufuyang and his son have discussed it for many times. They have already reached a consensus. This performance is just to inspire the generals and soldiers. At this time, Yazid ibu has made a long speech that he should What he said has been said thoroughly. Muawiye Iben Abby Sofuyang was happy to push the boat along the water, and he suddenly got up and gave the order to fight...