"What is going on?" When General Fakhr al-Din, who was leading troops eastward for reinforcements, saw the Arab soldiers lying on the ground along their march, he was stunned.
When they fought, they would either kill their enemies or capture them as slaves. They had never seen people whose hands and feet were broken and unable to move, and then left where they were.
Just as Duan Zhixuan expected, what could Fakhrdin do in such a situation?
We can only treat them, or else we can march over them with a large army indifferently?
Some of the soldiers here may be related to people in their own army. In that case, it would be strange if their own army did not mutiny.
After finding Rashid in a prominent position in the crowd, the two of them were old acquaintances. They asked the guards to treat Rashid first, and then came to his stretcher.
"Rashid, what exactly did you encounter? I remember last time Commander Arum wrote a letter saying that there are almost 150,000 troops in the entire west of Tianzhu, right? Where are the others?"
Rashid looked at Fakhr al-Din angrily: "They are dead, they are all dead, it was all done by those insidious Tang Dynasty people."
"What? With an army of 150,000, there are only..." Fakhrdin looked at the more than 20,000 wounded beside him. Since these people can have their hands and feet broken, it would not be difficult for the Tang Army to kill them.
So the conclusion is that all the Arab armies in western Tianzhu were actually completely wiped out.
"How many enemies are there? How could they beat you like this?"
Rashid, who was still scolding, was like a duck being strangled by the neck, and his voice suddenly fell silent.
"Two..." He blushed, unable to describe the strength of Tang Dynasty's troops.
"There are more than 200,000 people?" Fakhrdin frowned. If the enemy still has such a strong force, then it will be a tough battle for them.
"About 25,000 people..." Rashid did not dare to go to Fahr al-Din, it was too embarrassing.
But this matter cannot be concealed. If he does not tell the truth, he will be suspected of lying about military information, which is a serious crime.
Although his current record will not bring him any good results after returning to China, at least his life can be saved.
"What!" Fakhrdin jumped up immediately.
The most elite army of 150,000 Arab Empire was completely wiped out by 25,000 Tang troops. If this was reported back to the country, the emperor would probably think it was false news.
"That's 25,000 people!" Rashid was also disappointed. Anyway, he would never be able to lead an army in the future. After returning home, if he could escape the death penalty, the most he could do would be to survive as a low-level noble.
"Not only are there only 25,000 people, but if they beat us like this, their losses may be less than 1,000 people!"
Rashid shouted with hatred: "There is a man named Fan Guogong in the Tang Army. He should be the leading general. This man is extremely insidious and will use any means to achieve his goals. It can be said that he will do anything."
"He will definitely stop you on your way east, so be careful!"
After saying this, Rashid closed his eyes and stopped talking. At this time, he was extremely conflicted.
That is to say, he hopes that Fakhr al-Din can defeat this Tang army and avenge himself.
There is also a little bit of hope that Fakhr al-Din will also suffer some losses from this Datang army opponent, so that he can appear not so incompetent.
Fakhr al-Din pursed his lips. This Rashid was also a nobleman of the Arab Empire. He didn't expect that he would become so unqualified because of a defeat.
As an Arab noble, shouldn't we praise our opponents respectfully even if we lose? What Rashid is doing now is really disgraceful.
It took Fakhr al-Din four full days just to treat the wounded and send them back to Viramala City, and then headed eastward with an army of 200,000 people.
But he never expected that just one day after he left Viramala City, Duan Zhixuan would come back with Tang Ping and the Tang army.
There are only two thousand slave troops left in Viramala City, and their main task is to take care of the wounded in the city.
After being hit by several artillery fires by Tang Ping and others, and then covered by two rounds of arrow rain, they successfully occupied Viramala City.
After entering the city, Tang Ping had a bad premonition.
He grabbed a slave soldier and asked, "Where are the original Tianzhu people in the city?"
At that time, the defenders of the Tang Dynasty found that the enemy force was too powerful, so they abandoned the city and fled. Of course, it was impossible to take away the tens of thousands of people inside.
Presumably, the Arab army would not attack these people easily.
But after occupying Viramala City today, I found that all the people in the city were missing.
"All... all... all killed..." The slave saw Tang Ping's red eyes and turned around, not daring to look at him again.
"Because... because the general thinks that if you can capture Viramala City, you must have the help of the people in the city. In order to eliminate future troubles, you will take them all..."
Tang Ping let go of his hand, and the slave army fell to the ground.
He never imagined that the Arab Imperial Army would be so inhumane and massacre all the people in the city.
At this time, he really wanted to kill all the Arab troops who were recovering here, but after thinking about it, he held back.
They took away all the food left for the wounded in the city, leaving nothing behind. Then they broke the hands and feet of all the two thousand slave soldiers who surrendered, leaving only a few and giving them a few horses to report the news. Then they took the people with them. Left again.
When Fakhr al-Din received the news from those slave armies, his whole body was filled with Emo.
Are you sure you are the most powerful Tang Empire in the East? Are you all so shameless when fighting?
Stealing food from the wounded, and then breaking all the hands and feet of the person taking care of the wounded?
Emo belongs to Emo, and those who stay in Viramala City cannot be ignored.
It was full of people whose hands and feet had been broken and couldn't move. There was no food. If they were left alone, the whole city would be stink when they came back.
Even if he could win, he would not be able to escape the judgment of the Imperial Council of Elders.
So Fakhr al-Din had no choice but to ask people to escort the grain back again. This time he sent a total of 8,000 people.
With these people, the Tang Army wouldn't be able to attack Viramala City again, right?
But as a result, only 190,000 of the original 200,000 troops were left.
There is still a lot of food and grass missing!
Fakhr al-Din finally understood why Rashid scolded him so harshly at that time. If it weren't for the dignity of the nobles for the last time, he would have scolded him.
So shameless!
He ordered the army to continue to speed up eastward. In his opinion, the more than 20,000 people Duan Zhixuan led were not capable of fighting him in the wild. The only thing they could do was to stop his progress.
So I just need to ignore him as much as possible and head east.
He also knew that Duan Zhixuan, who only had more than 20,000 people, must not be the main force, so the main force of the Tang Dynasty must be fighting the army of his empire in the east.
The sooner he can join forces with the Imperial Army, the better their chances of victory will be.
