Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3820: Essence of the Five Organs
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 306: Malice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 228: Surrounded
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139.5- Ice Corridor (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1139- Ice Corridor
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 670 - Descend, O Crawling Chaos
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 76: Split
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 27: The Cruel Truth
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 601: There's Nothing Easy in Life, so Everything Is Difficult
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 305: Do Not Open
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 227: Conscience
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1138- Time is of the essence
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 315 - My Turn To Lay Waste To A City
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 668 - The Angel Exterminates Demons
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3819: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Strength
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 600: The Son Doesn't Know the Father
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Arabia was a militaristic country, so even though its people knew that its army had been defeated in the northwest, they showed no sign of surrendering. On the contrary, they were even more determined to have one final showdown with the Great Tang.
"Avenge the Hierophant!"
"Kill all the Tang!"
"I vow to die in battle for His Majesty!"
Countless Arab militia had gathered within the walls of Khorasan, waving around their scimitars and spears, their roars reaching the heavens.
Abu Muslim stood at a corner of the walls, but the sight of the gathering indignant militia made him no less concerned.
Arabia had lost more than half its army in the eastern expedition, and its top-level commanders had been almost wiped out. There were very few people left who could fight.
But the three hundred thousand soldiers he had gathered together with the militia who had been summoned from across the empire made for an army of seven to eight hundred thousand within the walls of Khorasan. This was somewhat comforting for Abu Muslim.
Moreover, Khorasan was a true fortress, with thick and high walls. Abu Muslim had also dispatched his soldiers to reinforce the walls and to search for and fill up any secret passages they found. This fortress was enough for Arabia to hold against the Great Tang for some time.
They just needed to hold out against the Tang siege for ten days in the best case and half a month at the worst. After that, the Tang would naturally have to retreat.
In the midst of his thoughts, he heard the flapping of wings from overhead. A few moments later, the Arab noble who was presiding over Khorasan rushed up the wall with a letter in hand and respectfully offered it, his head lowered.
"Lord Governor, the Caliph has sent word that Arabia no longer has any soldiers to send. Lord Governor, you must hold out against the Great Tang no matter what. In the future, Milord will be granted many titles and become an eternal hero of Arabia."
The nobles of Arabia had always been arrogant, and it was very hard to imagine one lowering their
…
We are unable to load the verification.
Please unblock any scripts or login to continue reading.