Looking out at the top of the city, it was covered with the camp of the Song army, with flags dancing in the wind.

At this time, the sky had already darkened, and only passionate singing came faintly outside the city.

There were a large group of people standing beside Ibrahim Khan, all of whom were full of seriousness. What about Ibrahim himself? As an outstanding actor, he stared at the distance. After a while, he sneered: "Sing, are the Song people singing? Are they treating the Eight Thorns Sand Rolling as paper?"

"Barim, I order you to rectify your troops and go out of the city at night to attack those damn Kafir."

Buhari's face changed immediately.

In his eyes, it is completely undesirable for Ibrahim to move troops due to anger.

The Tianfang World also has a heritage of military tactics.

Many people still understand the principle of not raising troops because of anger.

Barim, who was ordered by Ibrahim, changed his face even more, "When the great khan thought twice. Since the Song people dared to sing songs unscrupulously, they must be fully prepared, afraid that there would be ambushes waiting in their camps."

He cursed in his heart, calling Ibrahim accusing him of using a knife to kill people, and calling Ibrahim accusing him of taking the opportunity to eradicate local powerhouses.

"When did I place my hope of defeating Kafir to you?" Ibrahim looked funny, and even the funny thing was filled with a touch of unconcealed mockery.

The expression on Barim's face froze instantly. What does Ibrahim mean?

"I ordered you to send troops, just showing Kaffir our unyielding attitude. Although this would cost us some price, I think the sacrifice was worth it. The blood would boost our morale and let all the soldiers know how firm our attitude was."

Ibrahim's expression of "You're thinking too much" made Barrim hurt.

He definitely doesn't want to sacrifice.

As a local powerful faction in Dongkala, the three thousand soldiers in his hands are the fundamental forces of the Barim family and their affiliated families. If possible, he would not want to throw his life into the Eight Thorns Sha Grooster.

Unfortunately, the reasons Ibrahim gave were too high-sounding. He could not refuse at all!

Some elders next to him offered sincere blessings to him. By the way, they gave him a "sacred" halo for this battle.

Barrim had no choice but to accept it.

He even had to make a vow in front of everyone with a serious face to express his firm determination to sacrifice for his faith and the motherland.

This really feels like a murderous feeling.

Just as Barim walked down the city with reluctance and anger, Ibrahim suddenly called him again.

"I have read the history books of the Han people. A history book called "The Three Kingdoms" records the story of a wise man named Jia Xu. The lord he served was fighting with others, and the two armies were in stalemate. The enemy retreated. Jia Xu's lord wanted to lead the troops to pursue him. Jia Xu told him that if he pursued, he would fail. As a result, his lord really ended up in a great defeat. However, Jia Xu reminded his lord that he could reorganize the army now and pursue him again and he would be able to win."

Ibrahim looked at the people around him, many people didn't understand, but a few people already understood.

Buhari is one of them: "Jia Xu's lord must have won."

"Yes, Jia Xu's lord won. He attacked him by surprise and was negligent in defeating the enemy who had pursued a pursuing army. They could not have expected that Jia Xu's lord would make a second attack."

Speaking of which, even those who were confused by the past now understand what Ibrahim means.

Ibrahim looked at Buhari with scorching eyes, "General thinks it is feasible?"

Using Barrim as a guise, he led his troops for the second time, "Of course this is possible." Buhari clapped his hands and responded without caring about Barrim's embarrassing face next to him.

Ibrahim laughed loudly when he heard the sound, then waved his hand and added five thousand militias to Barim.

Buhari and Barim immediately got off the city wall and prepared, while the rest of the people were still waiting. Even though the waiting time was tormenting, they looked straight outside the city, their expressions full of expectation and anxiety.

No one doesn't want to succeed in one battle!

But they also knew that the possibility was really too small. The Song army was not a mob. There were dozens of camps built by the army, and it was impossible to win all in one battle. Therefore, many people hoped to defeat the Song army in a small battle, which was enough to boost the morale of the defenders who had caused consecutive defeats and lost troops these days.

"Sweat!" The servant brought the teacup to Ibrahim, and there was a small blood bag falling into his mouth with the tea.

Barrim has lost, which means that the play has been halfway through, and the next scene is Buhari's own plot.

Then Ibrahim will have a wonderful scene of "sighing blood" in "Irritated".

"Kill, kill!"

Outside the city, torches were denser than the stars in the sky, and a large number of Song soldiers held the torches and encircled the Buhari army who had broken out of the city.

"Go, go quickly-"

"No, don't go back to Bashin Sha, let's go home, go home-"

Barim, who was fighting with Buhari, was as panicked as a frightened bird in the battle formation. He lay on the horse's back and shouted loudly at the guards beside him.

More than 10,000 elite soldiers and no less than 20,000 militia were destroyed. They were divided and surrounded by the Song army that had been prepared, just like they were covered with iron chains on their bodies, and it was impossible to struggle away.

At this time, the true god appears in the world, and I am afraid that there is a possibility of rescuing the loss.

But how could a true god really exist?

Ibrahim stood at the top of the city, watching the army outside the city being eaten by the Song army in one mouthful, and his whole body was as if struck by lightning. Suddenly, his body fell backwards, and blood sprayed on his mouth, and he fainted.

"Sweat, sweat!"

"Sweat! Wake up!"

The city was immediately panicked. Ibrahim suddenly vomited blood and fainted, not only dumbfounded the elders and powerful people around him, but also dumbfounded the countless soldiers on the city.

No matter how much he lost the city and lost his land, Ibrahim was also the backbone of Bashishaguang City. Now the defenders not only lost all the dangerous land outside the city, but also had just been defeated, and had lost their troops and generals. If even the backbone was gone, wouldn't it collapse that day?

Fortunately, Ibrahim didn't feel unconscious for a long time, and after a moment, he slowly woke up.

Open your eyes and look at the anxious faces around you.

He ordered in a faint voice: "Go back to the palace! Go back to the palace!"

Then the defenders were defeated, General Seljuk was trapped outside the city, and the sweat was irritated and injured his body, vomited blood and fell into a coma. One after another, the bad news quickly spread throughout the entire Bashin Sha Gang.

In the inner palace, Ibrahim rinsed her mouth with clean water, leaning against the head of the bed, her face rosy, how could she look like she was dying?

Two close servants next to him, one went forward to take the water, retreated and took the treatment, and the other approached silently and knelt down.

"The doctors are ready?" Ibrahim asked with a sneer.

"Everything is ready, don't worry, Qing Dahan!"

"That's good, that's good!" Ibrahim's smile was bitter. When he lay in bed, his whole body of strength was gone...
Chapter completed!