Tang Dynasty: Father, if you don't rebel, I will!

"Plop plop..."

Another message arrived by carrier pigeon from the northern border. The information on it caught Muhammad's eye, but it only deepened the solemnity on his face.

He walked barefoot on the mosque floor.

Dressed in a plain white robe, his worried and solemn expression gave him a touch of divine compassion.

Beside him, Hamza, Muhammad's uncle and also his biggest supporter, looked serious.

"If we are to respond to Heraclius at this time, we must start by taking the port of Jeddah. The greedy jackals of Sufyan and the Jewish family will not give us the opportunity to ally with Byzantium with peace of mind."

He knew Muhammad's concerns at that moment.

He took a deep breath: "Death is inevitable. As long as we win, these people will return to the embrace of Allah. Their deaths will not have been in vain, and neither will mine!"

"Our current obstacles are the 10,000 cavalry of the Tang Dynasty, as well as the wolfish servants of the Gulaishi tribe stationed in Jeddah. If we kill them all, the Tang Dynasty is too far away to retake Jeddah in time."

Muhammad pursed his lips. The letter in his hand didn't contain much, but it was from Heraclius urging him to join the attack and join forces to attack the Tang army that was attacking their Syrian province.

“We have to be quick!” he said.

Hamzai nodded, looking like an old lion with disheveled hair and a thick beard, making him appear like the leader of a pride of lions.

"That's what I meant too!"

Mecca remained unchanged for the next few days.

The Muslims continued to preach as before, even going to the mansions and properties of nobles in Mecca to preach, much to the anger and annoyance of the locals.

however.

Secretly, troops were being sent from all over Arabia under Hamzah's orders.

Medina mobilized eight thousand people.

Taif mobilized 6,000 people.

Hules mobilized 6,000 men.

Badr mobilized 5,000 men...

With this troop deployment, nearly 30,000 Arab Islamic troops marched toward Mecca.

Including the 20,000 troops stationed in Mecca itself.

Muhammad and Hamzah mobilized an army of 50,000 to completely free Mecca and Jeddah from the control of the Tang Dynasty.

Such a thing is by no means easy in the Arabian Peninsula, where productivity is extremely underdeveloped today.

And it happened at almost the same time.

In the Jeddah Port Governor's Mansion, which was completely under the control of the Tang Dynasty, Governor Sufyan, having received word of the situation, secretly began to mobilize manpower under various pretexts, such as port management or building construction.

Some combat-capable personnel were placed in various important positions in Jeddah Port.

As the commander of the Tang Dynasty's garrison and the leader of the 10,000 elite cavalry of the Pishi Army, Yelü Damu also began to react, secretly sending out scouts.

Time passed day by day.

Jeddah Port remains the same Jeddah Port.

Mecca remains the same Mecca.

however,

The unusual atmosphere in the air, or perhaps it was simply a psychological factor, had already made many perceptive people sense something unusual.

The thousand Pishi soldiers who were originally stationed at Wuzhen Temple in Mecca suddenly seemed to have received some order and withdrew from Mecca in a single day, taking with them many Tang Dynasty merchants from Mecca.

This immediately threw the old nobles in Mecca who were on the side of the Tang Dynasty into a panic.

They came to inquire, but Xuanzang, as the abbot, simply told them that it was just a routine change of guard.

However, why must those Tang Dynasty merchants be taken away during the troop rotation?

This does not satisfy these people.

And it was at this moment, one night, that a sharp whistling sound suddenly rang out, accompanied by streams of people formed by torches, surging out on the dark streets of Mecca.

Led by a Muslim general, they headed towards Wuzhen Temple.

"kill!"

There were absolutely no further words spoken.

These people, wielding swords and dressed in black, charged into the temple in one fell swoop, and in an instant, the firelight illuminated the Wuzhen Temple.

The servants of the old nobles stationed here, although they put up a fight at the first moment, put up a laughable fight with such weak resistance that they were nothing more than a mob.

"Light the fire! Burn this place to the ground!" the leading general shouted.

However, he realized something was wrong in just a moment, and a look of surprise appeared on his face in the firelight.

He grabbed one of his men and demanded an explanation.

"Did you see those heretics from the Tang Dynasty? That fellow named Xuanzang, you..."

Before the subordinate could answer, a series of whistling sounds suddenly came from the dark sky.

The crowd looked up and saw a bomb, seemingly launched from nowhere into the darkness, its fuse trailing sparks, hovering above them. The bomb's trajectory was obscured by the light of their torches.

There is no way to check it.

next moment.

"Boom!!!"

The earth roared, and the walls and buildings of Wuzhen Temple trembled from the explosion. However, amidst screams, another series of explosions instantly struck the crowd.

"Boom boom boom..."

"Ah!!! God is angry!"

"No! It's the devil! The Tang people have used the power of the devil!"

The severed limbs and blood splattered on these people, turning their black clothes blood red.

The thick, pungent smell of blood, mixed with gunpowder smoke, threw the leading general into complete disarray.

At that moment, a thousand Pish cavalrymen, who should have left several days ago, suddenly rushed into Mecca. The sound of their galloping hooves alerted the other Muslim legions responsible for perimeter security and responding to emergencies.

Behind this cavalry force, another strange group also poured into Mecca that night.

It was a force entirely composed of Buddhist martial monks, and their shiny bald heads were so clearly visible under the moonlight.

At this moment, however, each of them was carrying a Bingzhou musket and had a gunpowder bag hanging from their waist.

Fu Hu was carrying something that looked like a lead ball, with a bomb attached to it.

"Kill them! Send these sons of bitches to the Western Paradise!"

Beside him, the little Bianji looked conflicted as he helped Fu Hu ignite the explosive pack in his hand while quietly correcting him.

"Uncle-Master, it's about salvation, not killing..."

however.

Fu Hu pretended not to hear, let out a sharp shout, and began to exert force in his body. After spinning around a few times, he suddenly seized the opportunity and threw the thing out of his hand.

"Whoosh~~~"

In the darkness, a clear whooshing sound rang out above a group of Muslim soldiers surging towards the street.

Fuhu grinned maliciously: "Amitabha!"

"Boom!!!"