On the same night, in the same space and time, the sight turns to the distant Persian Gulf, and there is also a bright moon hanging in the sky.

The moonlight is like water, and the cool light is applied like a watermark, illuminating this dark and silent land.

The night wind whistled, making the flag rush. The night wind whistled and sand raised up as it hit the tent, making a crackling sound.

This is a huge military camp. Under the night, countless sheepskin tents are densely packed on the desert. There is a brazier dyed with charcoal fire every not far away in the camp. The flames shine through the desolation and heaviness of Central Asia.

Although the brazier was beating, the night was still dark, and there were rustling leather boots on the ground from time to time in the Nuoda barracks, teams of soldiers holding scimitars patrolling the camp back and forth.

In the center of the camp, there is a camp tent with no distinction between the shape and the ordinary tent, and there is no magnificent decoration inside and outside. The only difference is that it is larger than the ordinary tent.

At this moment, the tent was brightly lit, and twelve giant butter candles were burning. The flames dispelled all the dimness in the tent. Hundreds of people sat on the ground in the tent, and everyone's eyes were focused on the middle-aged man in the tent.

The man's face has the unique characteristics of Arabs, with thin, tall nose, slightly bent beard, and his eyes were like a falcon. He also sat cross-legged on the sand, and suddenly drew his sword and hit the shield hard. The crisp sound of the knife hit was shocking.

He slowly stood up from the ground, his eyes shot out with a bright look, and he shouted: "In the battle of Caticia, the empire invested two million troops. The Sassanian army has been defeated by us, but the Persian Empire is still dead and not dead. Generals, we still need to work hard to continue to conquer this land."

The tent listened silently, and several clerks kept writing and writing with "Kalem" and recorded. Kalem willing refers to a rubber resin, which was used by Arabs a long time ago to write and record. Although the pen is no longer made of branches, the name of the pen still uses the earliest name.

The name Kalem has a strong Arabic style. Unfortunately, although the name sounds nice, it is actually written with dissatisfaction. Harry speaks very quickly, and several clerks are unable to keep up with his speed at all, so everyone can only divide the work and cooperate, and each person is responsible for recording a passage of his words.

Even so, the speed was still not as fast as several clerks kept writing hard, and anxious sweat emerged from their foreheads.

Emperor Harry was obviously a little dissatisfied, and suddenly changed his tone. His eyes were still bright like a falcon, but he sighed softly: "It is said that in the far east, there is an extremely ancient and magical country. That country produces white paper and has soft brushes like wool. Their literati can write gorgeous poems and record the emperor's words concisely..."

Anyone could hear this dissatisfaction tone. Several clerks couldn't help but tremble. Suddenly someone stood up in the tent, drew their swords and shouted: "Conquer them, snatch their paper and brushes. The emperor's words require the best tools to record, and the saint's doctrine also requires the best tools to copy, send troops, and conquer them."

The man spoke with one voice, and in a blink of an eye, he responded to the response. In the great battle, dozens of generals quickly stood up, and everyone drew out their scimitars and kept roaring.

Emperor Harry looked satisfied, but he did not continue the topic. Instead, he turned his tone again and returned to the direction of the initial discussion of Persian war, and said with a bright look: "Generals, conquest is a permanent topic. The doctrine of the saints is leading us forward. In the Battle of Caticia, we destroyed the main force of the Sassanian dynasty, but the Persian Empire can still mobilize millions of warable soldiers..."

He stopped slightly at this point, slowly glanced at the people in the camp, and said loudly: "After discussing with the elders, I decided to continue to push the troops forward in ten days, first defeating Huzestan of Persia, and then pacifying Isfahan. The Persian Empire has been declining. In the future, this land will belong to the Arab Empire. Generals, take up your scimitars, raise your shields, advance, charge forward, conquer this fertile land, and let the saints shine throughout the Persian Gulf!"

Boom, everyone in the tent stood up, their eyes shot out of flames, and their bodies burst out with strong fighting spirit. This is the most powerful era in Arabia, and everyone has the desire to conquer in their bones.

Emperor Harry was very satisfied and said again: "When we digest this rich land, the power of the empire will inevitably rise to a higher level. At that time, the army can choose to expedition to the east and conquer the legendary magical kingdom."

This time he had something else, his tone was clearly mixed with temptation, and said leisurely: "There were merchants from the empire coming from the east and brought back countless exquisite porcelain and silk. The porcelain was as white as a woman's skin, and silk was as smooth as a woman's skin. These were all things produced in that magical country. We Arabs needed these exquisite treasures, but merchants were unwilling to spend money to buy them, so we needed to conquer their country, enslave their people, and let them use magical technology to produce treasures for us, so that all Arabs can enjoy the most exquisite life in the world..."

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All the emperors in the world are the same, good at making cakes for their ministers. The Arab Empire and Persia have not yet decided to win or lose. There is even a Byzantine Empire in the western region not far away, but Emperor Harry has already set his sights on the east. This is the pattern and desire of the talented and strategic emperor.

In his personal show of war, several busy clerks were sweating and writing hard, while the generals wielding scimitars were as imposing as rainbows, and they kept roaring in their mouths to conquer everything from afar.

The night was blurred, the cold wind was howling, the huge butter candle in the camp tent was crackling, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of smoke.

Emperor Harry stood there quietly, his eagle-like eyes constantly glanced at the roaring generals. When everyone's fighting spirit expanded to the highest point, he suddenly smiled at the sky and turned around and headed behind the camp.

The generals were still roaring, but the sound gradually became smaller and weaker. At this time, countless maids came in with steaming plates, and the large pieces of roasted lamb in the plates were filled with fragrance and charming.

Tonight is a big dinner, which is a big dinner for Emperor Harry to reward the heroes. Soon, carnival sounded in the tent, and musicians played the melodious wude qin.

Emperor Harry left the tent all the way and soon returned to his special tent for bed. This tent was not as simple as the tent in front. The tent was dotted with exquisite gold and silver utensils, and white jade and gems were sprinkled on the ground casually. After seeing him back, two beautiful Persian women began to dance wonderful dances very well.

The emperor's emperor did not forget to enjoy himself even during the march. Although the Arabs have rough living habits, Emperor Harry was a person who likes to enjoy.

He slowly walked to the middle of the camp and sat down, slowly savoring the sweet wine. He looked at the Persian dancer from time to time, and made a unique tsk sound from his mouth.

This is his tent, which is placed in the palace similar to the emperor in the Tang Dynasty. What's strange is that there are outsiders in the tent, and seven or eight old men were staying here before Emperor Harry came back.

It turned out that this was his real aide, and the tents in front of him were just generals who fought.

Emperor Harry drank all the wine in his hand, and suddenly glanced coldly at the seven or eight old men. He had a smile on his face and said in a deep voice: "Is there any news?"

This question was so headless and mindless. But several old men seemed to know what he was asking, but an old man coughed and said softly: "Report to my great emperor, the matter has been investigated and understood. When the empire launched a war mobilization order against the Sassanid Dynasty, Prince Harim did respond to your call!"

Emperor Harry's eyes froze and looked at the old man and asked, "Since I responded to my call, why don't the army come? I almost failed in this battle in Caticia. Could it be that he deliberately wanted to drag me to death?"

The old man shook his head quickly, and then coughed twice awkwardly. His expression showed a hint of strangeness and he explained in a low voice: "Don't misunderstand, Prince Harim's loyalty to you does not need to be doubted. According to the information we have obtained from our investigation, he immediately took his 200,000 troops on the road after receiving the call. His initial marching route was definitely to gather towards the Holy Capital. Unfortunately, it's a pity..."

"What a pity?" Emperor Harry shouted coldly, his eyes already feeling impatient.

"It's a pity that he encountered a black sandstorm that was rare in a century on the road. Prince Harim's army lost its direction in the sandstorm. They went further and further, and actually went to the far east..."

Bang!

A muffled sound on the table suddenly sounded, shaking the beautiful jade pan cup on it. This was caused by Emperor Harry's punch on the table. He shouted angrily: "This idiot can go in the wrong direction even if he leads troops to fight. It is simply the biggest mockery of my noble bloodline. If it weren't for her powerful mother tribe, I would have sent him to the desert to eat sand."

The old men remained silent, and no one was willing to speak on such matters. No one knew the true or false of the emperor's words. If they rashly took over, they might be a death disaster.

Sure enough, Emperor Harry roared a few times, and his anger disappeared in a blink of an eye. He flicked the tabletop in front of him with his fingers, and suddenly asked with curiosity: "You just said that he went to Dongfang, so is there any news about this idiot coming here? What did he do in Dongfang? Why didn't he turn around for a whole year?"

Several old men looked at each other, and the man suddenly kowtowed in place, and said excitedly: "Emperor, a thousand years of opportunity. Prince Harim has definitely made great contributions this time. He discovered the weapon of the god in the distant east..."

"Oh? God's weapon?" Emperor Harry narrowed his eyes, and seemed to be a little interested, but in fact he was flashing with a bright light.

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