Dahan Pirate Air Force

In the dim palace, Al Hilal, wearing a crown, stood in front of the pasha with a kind smile.

"On behalf of Almighty God Ahura, I would like to commend you, Pasha, for your outstanding military exploits. Your loyalty and enthusiasm are enough to prove your love for the bright world. You are my dear comrade-in-arms, a warrior loyal to our cause. You You will have the red robes and the magic sword I specially gave you, and you have become a first-class warrior. Bless you!"

The pasha fell to his knees with tears in his eyes and said words of thanks.However, after a long time, when he raised his head, he unexpectedly saw Al Hilal's face distorted by anger.

"But you let me die and be swallowed up. Because of your negligence, the bright cause was covered in dust. You will be punished, and this punishment will fall on the heads of your people."

Pasha was frightened, "No, no, why do you say that? You were just injured by that woman, and you didn't die?"

"I'm in the dark," Al Hilal hissed desperately: "I'm in the dark! No light, no air, no sound, no one, except you. How did you say you got here? How are you going to leave? ? You are a traitor!" When he roared, the darkness around him surged like a tide.

"I'm not...not a traitor." Pasha shook his head and struggled desperately. He felt something was wrong.Where is this?

This is of course the illusion Zhang Bai prepared for Pasha.

It didn't take long for them to understand a lot of the situation.

There is a so-called "Prince", but it is very mysterious and the situation is still unclear.I only learned that "Prince" is not a formal title, but an honorific title. He is not the Dharma King, but a higher being than the Dharma King. He is probably the leader of the entire Blood Underworld Sect.

It is worth noting that a new situation was also learned from the Pasha's consciousness.There was a Dharma King of the Blood Hades Sect, leading several of his men, who was helping Prince Shapur in the Sasanian army.

Some of his men had already blended into the main force of the Parthian army, ready to launch a rebellion in response to Ctesiphon.

The spacecraft turned, and Zhang Bai ordered the spacecraft to set off immediately and fly to the lower reaches of the Tigris River.

The main force of Parthia, [-] heavily armored cavalry, under the leadership of General Dadherbun, was confronting the Sasanian prince Shapur on the plains of Omizdagan.

The hot wind blowing from the western desert carries the hot sand and gravel. If it were not for the watering of the river, this place would have become uninhabited long ago.

The military camps of both sides were established right by the river. No one dared to cross the river to the east, nor to enter the desolate and unpredictable desert to the west.

The seemingly broad plain is surrounded by rivers and deserts, leaving only a north-south channel.To the north was Ctesiphon in Parthia, and to the south was the entire hinterland of Sasanian Persia.

When the sun sets in the evening, Dadherbun always rides a horse to inspect the military camp.Every day he looked worried, but when he returned to camp every day, he looked confident.

The Sassanid light cavalry had been silent for more than a month, and the consumption of both sides was the same, but Dadhebun's experience told him that danger was gathering.

The situation in the capital, Ctesiphon, was suffocatingly tense.

News came from two channels, one from the palace, both good news, such as the rapid expansion of the king's guard.A kind of worrying news comes from the people. Whether it is the mansions of the nobles or the king's guards, there are always rebels wandering around.

Recently, there has been no news at all. The people he sent to inquire have received no response.

The empire is crumbling like the setting sun on this desert plain.

The night was approaching, swallowing up the plain bit by bit, and the shadows were coming slowly like the rising tide of the sea. None of the generals in the confrontation noticed the two black spots at the head of the tide, which were rising in the sky with the night. Expand slowly.

When night completely enveloped the plain, the spaceship fleet had landed and stopped on the quietly flowing Tigris River in the Omizdagan Plain.

After Zhang Bai interrogated the pasha, he took away the moon realm technique, but did not kill him or drive him completely crazy, because he thought the pasha might still be useful.

He took out the red robe he snatched from Ardashir from the tattoo treasure chest. After putting it on, he asked Ma Ge to spray some cold water to wake up the pasha.

Pasha woke up from his dream in a state of complete confusion. It took him a while before he began to understand the surrounding situation.

Fitted red robe, silver piping, leader, Han child.

What?He suddenly woke up. Isn't this the red robe of Ahurama Alcidar?This symbolizes Ahurama's identity and the leader's attire. How could it be worn on a Han child?

This must be fake!

"You are a fake red robe. How dare you impersonate and blaspheme Ahurama? You will be cut into pieces by the members of the congregation." The pasha cursed fiercely.

Zhang Bai said with a smile: "It seems that this dress does symbolize the status of the leader. I advise you not to be biased against us Han people. Han people can also join Zoroastrianism, and they can also be leader, uh... be Ahurama, Isn’t it?”

"Nonsense, I've never heard of Han people joining Zoroastrianism and becoming the leader? Humph, you have such a beautiful idea!" Pasha sneered at him and almost laughed.

"Also, let me tell you! Ignorant Han children, the real red robe of Ahurama is a unique treasure. It can protect the wearer, perform miracles, and punish fakes like you. It’s not something from a tailor shop.”

"Miracle, protection, punishment of counterfeiters? It's interesting that it has so many functions." Zhang Bai said to himself with a smile. "Okay, let me show you the miracle."

Zhang Bai took off his red robe on the spot, silently recited the command, and let Bai Jinsuo loosen his bonds.

He came to the pasha and handed over the red robe in his hand, "Come and try it on!"

Pasha had been tied up for almost a whole day, and his hands and feet were still numb when he was released. He didn't know what Zhang Bai meant, and was a little surprised.

"Put it on quickly. Didn't you just say that this was a fake Ahurama red robe? You can try it on," Zhang Bai said.

"I...this...of course is fake...but this is a child's size. How can I fit it?"

"Don't make excuses. If you don't wear it, I will throw you out of the spaceship and smash you into a meat pie."

Pasha didn't know that the spacecraft had landed. He looked at the red robe and saw that it was just a piece of clothing, no big deal.He nodded, but his hands and feet were still numb and difficult to move.Zhang Bai didn't mind, so he tried to put the robe on the pasha himself.

Zhang Bai was only 13 years old, and the size of the red robe obviously didn't fit the pasha's figure, and he couldn't fit it at all.Zhang Bai thought for a while and asked him to put on a sleeve first.

The red robe suddenly began to squirm, its size gradually increased, and its sleeves became more and more fitting.Seeing this, the Pasha's eyes widened in surprise and his breathing became rapid.Zhang Bai put another sleeve on the pasha's arm, then wrapped the robe in front of him and took half a step back.