Zhao Wuji wanted his subordinates to start cleaning the battlefield. Zhao Xu was too lazy to care about this matter, after all, that was his business. Isn’t this enough for him to win the battle? Now he was holding a pipe in his mouth and looking at the bottom of the city wall with a complacent look.

The captives buried their bodies silently, and they were already afraid of the city of Bosaro in front of them. Because many of the things there were not the treatment they deserved, most of them were already regretting it. Why did they fight against the people of "Emperor Aladdin"? This is really stupid.

With the weapons and armor moved into the city, Zhao Xu had already felt relieved and went back to the palace to sleep. The sun gradually set in the west and it would not be too long before it would set. He Qi and Gao Lin naturally would not do these things. They had already had a sleep, and at this moment they were chatting on the city wall with one pipe.

"The old man is so energetic. He hasn't slept since yesterday!"

The outside of the city has been restored to the wilderness, and the corpses on the ground have been thrown into the pit at this time. The spoils have been taken into the military camps in the city. After they are slowly cleaned up and repaired, they will pay for the best armor. As mentioned earlier, the armor of the Yulin Armor series is very interchangeable, and the general parts reduce the loss of the armor.

While the two were talking, smoke and dust suddenly rose from the distance outside the city. Not only that, there were even some music and snare drum sounds. This sound surprised the two, because obviously, neither the music nor the drum beats were what Arabs should have.

The two looked at each other and took out their telescope mirrors. In the afternoon sun, a team of brightly armored troops appeared at the end of the small plain outside the city. Obviously, they were wearing armor from the Yulin Armor series, which could be seen at a glance. Those bright armor pieces were not easily done by ordinary Mamluk cavalry.

"Who are they, what are they doing?"

At this time, Zhao Wuji, who was also commanding the transport on the top of the city, appeared behind the two of them. He Qi and Gao Lin had to put down the telescope and salute him. The telescope they used was better than the toy telescope they used in the past, which was seized from Bahayi, the governor of Blasaro. Compared with Bahayi, Shu Yuer, the second force of the Zhao family, was not willing to sell them better things.

"Master, let's send someone to investigate immediately!"

Zhao Wuji's face was exhausted. He had been busy since last night until now. His eyes were squinting because of his fatigue, and he squeezed out overlapping patterns on the corners of his eyes. However, he still looked reserved and lofty on his face. He was Zhao Xu's father, but the second person in the city. No matter how he had such majesty, he always had to have such majesty.

After He Qi said that, he bowed to Zhao Wuji and hurried down to the city. Gao Lin stood beside Zhao Wuji, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. He looked outside the city, and the people cleaning the battlefield were still doing their final work.

"Master, please see if I took people out and called them all back. After all, the people coming outside the city don't know what the purpose is!"

Zhao Wuji nodded slightly, but said nothing. This made Gao Lin wonder in his heart when he left.

"Hmph, this Bershall was defeated by us and Master Xu with our lives. What do you want you to do here!"

Thinking of this in his heart, Gao Lin also quickly walked downstairs. He was very dissatisfied with Zhao Wuji's majesty.

Zhao Wuji, no matter how others think, felt the timidity in front of him, and always felt that he had found the feeling of being a "master". Otherwise, why did he fight for so long and he still have to be upset if he can't fight? Taking advantage of this time, he sent someone to call Zhao Xu. After all, if a war really happened, the soldiers in the city had to listen to him.

He Qi, who rushed to the city, ordered his 5,000 cavalry to leave the city together, and sent a small team of cavalry far ahead to find out what happened. Only Zhao Wuji was left on the entire city, and his eyes followed the small team of cavalry. They were wearing Zhao Xu's red golden dragon flag, wearing the Yulin armor series, and holding the "Chinese spear" with pulley bows. Although this is the most powerful armed force today, Zhao Wuji felt uneasy in his heart.

"What guys are those guys, what are they doing here?"

Just as he was thinking, the small team of cavalry had approached the other party's brigade, and at this moment the other party responded. The same small team of cavalry appeared, and they did not shoot any flags. It can be seen that the cavalry on their side had drawn out the sword of the general.

“Mush…”

A faint sound of fire and shooting sounded. Zhao Wuji was surprised to find that the cavalry sent out for reconnaissance fell from the horse to the ground. The frightened war horse ran back like crazy. Survivors also turned their heads and leaned down on the war horse, like arrows leaving the strings.

"Are they... those guys... those guys... Fu Bo's soldiers?"

Zhao Wuji was a little worried. He was worried that he was Zhao Fubo's subordinate. Although others were in Europe, he had enough time to return from Europe this month. This speculation made Zhao Wuji sweat. He did not think that Zhao Fubo's power was not worth mentioning like his son. After all, he was a guy who was legendary as a god by the Arabs. What if it was his army?

Just as he was thinking, the survivors of the cavalry sent out to reconnaissance had already run back. The people who cleaned the battlefield on the battlefield were also running towards the city under Gao Lin's leadership. Zhao Wuji was also anxious to know the situation, and he himself planned to go down to the city tower to listen to the truth.

At this time, with the sound of drums and continuous music, more post-war appearances appeared on the battlefield. Compared with the Arab army of this era that Zhao Wuji was familiar with, there were quite a few cavalry in these armies. However, they had a large number of infantry, in groups and rows, carrying weapons like spears, but without spear blades and red tassels, they were obviously not "Chinese spears".

It is no wonder that Zhao Wuji guessed that the army in front of him was harsh. After all, there was only Zhao Fubo, the army that used muskets. Even if the Arabs had some firearms, shouldn't they look like things that Bershallo had?

Just when he was shocked and suspicious, Zhao Xu had already led his men to run from the palace like a horse. Seeing his son's figure, Zhao Wuji subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. After all, in these battles, his son's performance was quite remarkable.

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