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To be precise, at this time, the Persian Empire was just a huge country that was not in decline.

The Arabs will not wipe out the Persians in a few years.

The Sasanian Dynasty was not made of mud either. For them, doing business and developing the economy was their favorite way.

And, no matter when, a businessman will always be a businessman.

Even in the face of war, the Persians were still businessmen.

Their former iron blood seems to have been forgotten, those glory and years do not make them feel proud, they are good at creating, they dare to communicate, and they want to have a more friendly peace talk with Datang.

Now, the question is, should we fight this battle?
Jacob passed the opinions of the Tang army on the border to the nobles, but the nobles didn't seem to believe it. They felt that the Persian Empire was vast and one of the best in the world. Even if people from that peninsula came to attack, it would take a long time to attack find the way.

The Persian soldiers waited for work at leisure, enough to cope.

They underestimated the fighting power of the Arabs and overestimated the capabilities of their own soldiers.

When Li Ke heard the news, he couldn't help laughing, "Jacob, you Persians have great hearts."

Jacob understood this sentence, and his face flushed: "Sir, there is no way, this is Persia."

"Fortunately, you are here, you are training with Persian soldiers, and now they are not as lazy as before."

Li Ke was very curious: "Don't your king plan to train soldiers?"

Jacob blushed: "In the kingdom of Persia, soldiers are the most useless."

"Soldiers need training, but what do soldiers do after training?"

Jacob's question made Li Ke fall into deep thought.

This country may have been at ease for too long.

From their establishment to now, they have developed the economy crazily, started doing business crazily, and enjoyed themselves.

By now, they seem to have forgotten that they are the most vulnerable transition in the flames of war.

The huge country, from east to west, has not a single place that was won by war.

Peace seems to be in their blood. It's not because they like peace. The main reason is that this piece of land is so huge that it would take decades for any unprepared invaders to force their way in?
So they were silent one by one, and they forgot their original mission one by one.

This is a lost land.

Muhammad's people seemed to be restless, the water unicorn had grown up, and reporting back every day was like a routine.

"What? They are discussing how to attack Persia?"

Li Ke smiled instantly. If it were him, it would only take a month to win Persia.

Even if people like myself appear now, there is no need to be so vigilant, right?

Li Ke felt that the Arabs he met were fake. They all seemed brave, and when they stood on the battlefield, they were a bunch of cowards.

……

The wind was howling, and Li Ke was standing on the top of the high mountain. At the foot of the mountain, the Arabs seemed to have not realized what would happen.

When the huge war machine starts to run, almost no one can stop it.

"General, we are on the border of Persia. I suggest you rest here and find a place where there is no wind."

Someone suggested.

And this time, the prince doesn't seem to be a person with a brain.

His face was full of pride, as if Muhammad was the most powerful person in the world, as long as he obeyed his orders, he could win battles,

"Muhammad said that the Persians are nothing to worry about, just attack."

"However, General, it's windy today. If we attack forcefully, I'm afraid we will suffer."

The soldier paused, under the armor, he was a little excited, "Besides, we don't have many people, this time it's just for testing."

How could Prince Mirhan care about this? He was like a proud general. The city wall in front of him and the defense not far away were flat ground in his eyes.

"No, I said, attack today."

"The Persians killed my people, I want them to feel the wrath of the cavalry!"

"We want to burn their blood and sprinkle it all over the desert to pay homage to our dead soldiers."

Mir Khan patted his chest.It has to be said that this hot-blooded guy instantly ignited everyone's passion.

The fiery medal on his chest was like a former flame, and everyone followed him, raising the scimitar in their hands. Under the sun, the scimitar shone brightly, like the most dazzling light under the sky.

That is the light of self-confidence, that is the light of invincibility, that is the light that they want to overcome everything.

Standing on the city wall, Cheng Yaojin grinned, "There's another wave of death."

"Watch me entertain them."

Cheng Yaojin flew up and stood on the yellow sand without saying a word.

These bigwigs in the Tang Dynasty were always the ones who didn't talk too much. Cheng Yaojin said: "You little fellows, let's go together, I will hit a hundred of them!"

What is the power of Cloud Pai Palm?
The sky was full of yellow sand, and the wind was blowing away. For a while, the entire ten feet in front of him were covered with flying sand.

Jacob, who had never seen this scene before, was instantly stunned.

"Da Tang, the people of Datang, are they all devils?"

Jacob opened his mouth wide, lost in thought.

He had never seen anyone like it.

The Persian soldiers were also stunned.

Why was the black-faced guy who played with them a few days ago so fierce?

Is he the reincarnation of the devil?

Foreigners always think of the devil when they see a storm.

Perhaps they have a phobia of demons in their genes, or maybe they were frightened by demons when they were young?
The Arabs standing in the yellow sand are now dumbfounded.

Where have they seen such a scene?
They have seen sandstorms since they were young, and they have also seen evil winds, and it is not uncommon for the sky to be full of yellow sand.

But those are all things done by God, how can a person do this?

The current storm, the threshold is so low?
Where is this man from?Is he a god?

He and Muhammad had a fight, which one was stronger?
These questions kept popping up and echoing in their heads, and their faces were full of worries.

Cheng Yaojin just smiled lightly, palm; gently pushed forward.

boom……

woo woo woo...

The north wind howled, and sandstorms filled the sky.

Cheng Yaojin felt like the king of the desert.

"come!"

Cheng Yaojin was not worried about getting sand in his mouth at all, he let out a wild cry, and the tens of thousands of horses in front of him instantly became agitated.

It wasn't that they were so frightened, but that the horses they were riding couldn't take it anymore.

At any rate, people can still tell the difference, and want to try the false and the real.

Animals can't do it. When animals see this scene, they immediately run away subconsciously.

War horses are no exception.