Mosremasa's words made Ziad scream in panic and shouted in panic: "No, the Lion King and Tocharo have great grace to save the country. Umogan is stubborn, how could he repay his grudges at this critical moment?"

Mosremasa shook his head and said, "I had great trust in Umogan, but at this point, I couldn't stand thinking much. Tochar had some friction with us before, but I didn't care at that time. Now it seems that there may not be no reason. Umogan is a man without ambitions, but he is determined to put his own tribe first. This time, I, Arabia, fell into a desperate situation and no longer had the ability to protect them. It was easy for the Tang Dynasty to destroy them. Faced with such a situation, it was not a surprise that Umogan made any choice. After all, he is not our own..."

"Then..." Ziad said with a disgrace and said disdainfully: "Aren't we dead and lifeless?"

"It's not that there is no chance of life!" The one in Mosremasa's eyes suddenly showed a hint of madness, and suddenly laughed at the sky. The laughter echoed in the tent, looking particularly eccentric and crazy: "I, Mosremasa, have really been underestimated today... I have been alive for my whole life, even if I die, I will die vigorously." He suddenly lowered his head and said, "You can rest here!"

He said as he strode out of the camp and gathered the soldiers together.

They were all exhausted, and after several days of pursuit, even though the soldiers under his command were rare elites, they inevitably showed fatigue.

But their eyes were filled with fanatical worship in their eyes when they looked at Mosremasa...

When he came to the soldiers, Mosremasa cleared his throat and said in a deep voice: "I believe you all know that after chasing for three days, our enemies are in front of us. This means that we don't have to sleep on the back of the horse, eat dry food while rushing, and even more so, we don't have time to poop."

The soldiers were in a stir, and Mosremasa spoke rudely, but they were in line with their expectations.

Mosremasa raised his hand and signaled them to calm down: "Don't be happy too early! I also want to tell you that there are powerful enemies there, of course not as powerful as us. But they will plot and trick. Just now I got the news from General Ziad that the cunning enemy divided some of the troops and attacked our Tuozhe City and seized our food and supplies. We have nothing now..."

Upon hearing this news, the soldiers' original ecstasy gradually subsided, and they all showed a little uneasiness.

"Now there are two roads before us, either retreat or return to Arabia from the same way. But who is confident that he can still walk back without food? Or fight, follow me, and defeat them with your lion king! Eat their food and jerky... step on their bodies and enjoy their food..."

"Retreat is death, fight is life! You are all warriors who have been with me for many years. You should know how many powerful enemies my lion king Mosremasa has defeated..." He glared, glanced at the audience with golden hair flying in the wind, and said, "This time is no exception... I will lead you to crush the enemies in front of you and win!"

All the soldiers of the Lion Legion suddenly shouted loudly, and the momentum was like a rush of mountains and rivers! In an instant, the quietness and quietness were thrown out of the sky.

Mosremasa directly issued an order to attack. He stretched out his blood-red tongue and followed the large army to the battlefield step by step...

Pei Min calculated his retreat path tightly, but ignored the crucial point. He did not have many soldiers and horses, and he had no life in the back path, but there was a glimmer of hope for the future path.

Although Mosremasa knew in his heart that even if he beat Pei Min today, he would not have much chance to return to Arabia:

That's it, let's die together!

Thinking of this, Mosremasa was full of energy. Being able to die in a vigorous battle was a kind of passion. If he brought his lifelong enemy into the underworld again... there would be no regrets in this life.

"Kill~~~"

The Arab soldiers were inspired by Mosremasa and rushed forward as if they were injected with chicken blood.

The front of the line was the shield and axe soldiers lined up in dense formations. They were like crazy bulls, discarding their battle axe, holding the big shield in both hands and rushing uphill. Behind them were the stunningly powerful swordsmen. With the maintenance of the front row of shield and axe soldiers, they launched a strong attack uphill at an extraordinary speed.

At the same time, a army launched an attack directly from the corridor between the two hills...

"Sure enough, you can meet such an opponent in this life, and you will be worthy of your life! Xiaobai, here is a letter. If I live after today, you will burn him. If I am unfortunately in an accident, I will hand him over to Zhongsi and he will take over my position!"

"Young Master..." Wang Xiaobai's eyes immediately turned red.

Pei Min waved his hand and smiled, "I'm just planning ahead. I don't really think... I'll die here."

Mosremasa had 30,000 troops in his hands at this moment, while Pei Min only 20,000, but it included 8,000 coalition forces from the Western Regions.

In terms of combat effectiveness, the Arab Lion Army can be at least three or four Western Regions coalition forces per person.

Mosremasa's attack without any casualties was obviously a desperate way of playing.

This kind of fighting style is the only flaw of Tang Jun at this moment.

But Pei Min knew that he could not retreat, but once he retreated at this moment.

All arrangements and layouts will fail. Today, Mosremasa will be let go. The Tang army will have no chance to fight the West in the next decade.

All my efforts will be gone...

The Eastern Incident is far more serious than imagined. This lion must be kept, no matter how dangerous it is.

The narrow corridor, the horns were sobbing, and the momentum was shocking.

Pei Min had no time to take care of the battle situation on both sides of the hills. He heard the sound of horse hooves directly in front of him heavier and heavier. The natural echo of the corridor was like thunder exploding on the flat ground, with the extremely majestic momentum.

Pei Min suddenly opened his eyes, pulled out the Qin Emperor's sword from his waist, and shouted angrily: "Form a formation and meet the enemy!"

Two thousand infantrymen and five hundred were in a horizontal lineup, four rows were arranged. The first team knelt with long spears and raised their guns forward. The second team pointed at the front of the spears, and the third team erected the guns on the shoulders of the soldiers in the front team, and also tilted forward. As for the fourth team, it is best to fill and prepare at any time...

Two thousand spears are as cold as snow!

Waiting for them will be the cavalry's front charge, with flesh and blood to resist the cavalry's sprint.

The Arab cavalry that invaded the fire and the Tang army's spear formation that remained as motionless as a mountain.
Chapter completed!