Mesopotamia plain, the northern important town of the great food country, Antioch.
The huge trebuchet threw jars of fire oil onto the city wall.
The blazing and dazzling fire suddenly rose, illuminating the tower into white, mixed with the screams and wails of countless Abbasid defenders.
Tens of thousands of Umayyad soldiers, shouting the name of Allah, braved arrows and falling rocks, swarmed towards the city.
On the hills outside the city, in the siege military camp, a group of people were stationed there, always observing the situation on the battlefield.
Musheikh, the coder of the Umayyad army, stood behind a mysterious man wearing a white robe and a mask, and whispered: "Anina is supreme, the Papars landed from Delius, and fought with the Egyptian legions.
The Khorasan Army has joined forces here. The troops of the Abbasid Kingdom have been retreating steadily. They have been squeezed in the estuary area and have lost the most basic space for movement. Victory will come soon."
Anina nodded slightly.
Mushaykh: "The Abbasid caliph died in a palace fight two months ago. His three sons were fighting among themselves for power. They may never have imagined that such a day would come."
As soon as he finished speaking, the city gate of Antioch was knocked open by a car, and thundering cheers came from the front line.
Mushaykh let out a long breath: "This is the last strong city controlled by the Abbasids. When it falls, the Umayyad Kingdom will regain its glory!"
Anina was silent for a long time and said to Mushaykh: "After this war is over, I will return to Khorasan Province."
Mushaykh was stunned and quickly asked: "You will be crowned king in Damascus, why do you want to leave at this time?"
Anina: "The Abbasids have collapsed, my road to revenge has been completed, and my mission has ended."
Mu Sheikh: "After you leave, who will take care of the Umayyad Kingdom?"
Anina: "You and I both know that the kingdom has been making complete preparations, and a group of puppets have been trained in the palace. In the future, it is up to you to let this group of people take over the power, or to find other talents.
The matter has nothing to do with me."
Mu Sheikh shook his head and said: "There is only one person who is supreme. No matter who it is, no one can take your place."
Anina took the reins of the horse and began to walk slowly towards the military camp.
When she passed by Mu Sheikh, she said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "My husband and my daughter are both in the east, and that is my home."
When Mu Sheikh heard this, he froze on the spot and did not move for a long time.
In the early morning of the next day, Mu Sheikh took his subordinates to the outside of the highest camp and shouted several times, but found no one answered.
When he walked into the camp, Musheh found that Anina was nowhere to be seen.
On the innermost table, a ghost-shaped mask lay quietly on the table.
A religious robe, symbolizing the spokesperson of the gods, was folded properly and put aside.
On the wall, the two daggers that had been gathering dust for a long time were now gone.
Mu Sheikh looked at all this and sighed deeply.
After a while, Mu Sheikh muttered to himself: "Migratory birds that have lost their way want to return to their original team, only to find that the place that should belong to them has already been occupied by other birds... In the end
, when she realizes everything, she will eventually come back here."
At the same time, on the northern grasslands, Uighur Khan Tulishi celebrated his forty-eighth birthday.
On the day of the crown prince Hedah, the second son moved to another place to be healthy, and the Uighur nobles and tribes from the grasslands came to congratulate him one after another.
Even Sun Aying, the governor of Shuofang who was far away in Lingwu, specially sent people to send congratulatory gifts.
During the birthday banquet, Tulishi, who was getting fatter by the day, picked up his wine glass and said to everyone present: "God bless you, the weather will be good this year, and it will be a rare good year! If the pasture grows well, the livestock will be fat and the horses will be able to breed more."
With a few cubs, the Uighur people's life will be better and better!"
After everyone heard this, they raised their glasses together and complimented Tuli Shi Yingming in unison.
Tulishi was in a happy mood and laughed loudly. He turned to look at the prince Hedari and his wife Jinxiu Niang beside him. He nodded and said, "You two have come all the way from Shuofang. Don't leave recently. You are returning to Heya."
If you stay in this tent for a few more days, you can spend some time with me, an old man."
When Hedari heard this, he quickly said: "My father is in the prime of life and in his prime. How can he be considered an old man?"
Tulishi stopped smiling: "As the prince of Uihe, you have built a house in the south. You usually live in Tang State more than in Uihe. It is not a good thing if this spreads out."
Heda was speechless for a moment.
Jinxiu Niang on the side said: "Father, Hedari also has good intentions. After all, the tea that the Uighurs need every year is shipped from Shuofang. If other nobles take over, I am afraid that corruption and collusion will arise, which will harm the Uighurs in the end.
Benefit."
Tu Lishi: "For the Uighurs, tea is certainly important. But for me, how can tea be as important as the prince? You and your wife are also confused. You have lived in the south for a long time and you don't even inquire about the internal affairs of the Uighurs.
Debate, if I hadn't been in charge of the overall situation, there might have been trouble."
Seeing Hedari hanging his head in silence, Tulishi drank a glass of wine and said, "When the banquet is over, you can follow me to the back tent. I have something to say to you."
Hedari nodded.
In the corner of the tent, the second son of Huihe Khan was leaning on the pillar, looking coldly at everything in front of him.
An acquaintance of the nobles came over and said to Yijijian: "I have heard the news. The Khan plans to let the prince settle in the royal court and start assisting in handling the government affairs in the kingdom."
Yi Dijian was speechless.
The nobleman added: "The prince has brought a large amount of tea to the Huihe tribe over the years, and many tribesmen are grateful to him. The news we spread out will not have much effect. If this continues, the prince will be full of wings and will no longer be able to shake him.
Already."
Yi Dijian glanced at the nobleman, who saw this and stepped back knowingly.
Seeing Tulishi stand up and take Hedari to the back tent, Yidijian summoned a confidant and asked in a low voice: "Have the arrangements been made?"
The confidant replied: "Everything is arranged."
Yi Dijian nodded and said: "Okay."
About a quarter of an hour passed.
Everyone at the banquet discovered that the Khan and the prince had gone to the back tent and have not returned yet.
At first, everyone thought that the father and son had important matters to discuss, so they didn't take it to heart.
Another quarter of an hour passed.
The guests at the banquet felt that something was wrong. Even if they talked, they would never take so long.
After some discussion, the guests recommended an older tribal elder to invite the Khan to come out on the pretext of a toast.
The elder of the tribe went to look for the Khan. Not long after, he heard a cry of surprise coming from the back tent.
"Khan assassinated!"
Hearing these words, the guests at the banquet were shocked, stood up one after another, and rushed to the back tent.
After opening the curtain, everyone present saw a blood-curdling scene.
Uighur Khan Tulishi lay on the ground, lifeless. There was a wound on his chest, and the ground was soaked with blood.
Prince Hedari fainted aside, with faint marks of being hit by a heavy object on his forehead, and a dagger tightly held in his hand.
Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "The prince murdered the Khan!"
Hearing this, some Uighur people rebuked loudly, saying that this was nonsense.
But some people said that the back tent was surrounded by the Khan's guards, and it was impossible to hide anyone in the tent, and there was only one passage. If the prince had not had a dispute with the Khan and accidentally killed the latter, then who would
Is it the murderer?
As soon as this was said, everyone fell silent.
Yi Dijian pretended to be sad at this time, stood up and hugged Tu Lishi's body, crying loudly: "The prince's heart is towards the Tang Dynasty and he does not want to come back. My father Khan has been dissatisfied for a long time, so today I want to rebuke the prince and persuade him to turn around.
Unexpectedly, such a disaster happened!"
Hedari slowly woke up at this time. Looking at everything in front of him, he was confused at first, then confused, then shocked, and finally he was so grief-stricken that he couldn't speak.
Shidijian did not wait for Hedari to explain, and shouted to the Huihe guards: "Come here! Put this parricide murderer in a prison first and wait for trial!"
Khan Tulesh was assassinated.
This incident was like a haze, completely shrouding the sky over Mobei, making everyone realize that a strong wind and rain would soon sweep across the entire grassland.