The city of Caesarea in Anatolia fell to the Seljuk army at 1:30 pm.
Planes from Constantinople circled overhead and quickly dropped 12 incendiary bombs.
The formation of soldiers that were shot exploded into fireballs in an instant. Countless firemen screamed and ran around, but they were unable to get rid of the burning oil and asphalt that stuck to their bodies.
Soon, these fire men fell to the ground and died miserably, and their bodies were still burning slowly.
The Seljuk soldiers lined up nearby remained steady and calm, not even glancing at their comrades who were burned to death.
Each array has a transcendent of at least Mind II level, who is responsible for maintaining and controlling the morale of the array.
It means that everyone has to stand in line and be bombed by aerial incendiary bombs, and it will take several months to finish the bombing.
Not to mention that the Seljuks' reinforcements were still coming in continuously from Syria, the Caucasus and even the Irania Plateau.
In the magnificent command tent, the Seljuk supreme divine emperor, Sultan Suleiman, had learned the news of the capture of Caesarea from the messenger.
He walked out of the tent with his head held high and said to the assembled officers and guards:
"Today, the Lord brought us news of victory. The city of Caesarea, the central fulcrum of Anatolia, has been captured by our warriors."
The officers and guards cheered.
However, Suleiman quickly made a "silence" fist gesture, and everyone quieted down again.
"These foolish Solomons have not yet realized why they failed. Did they fail in the Battle of Manzikert? Did they fail in the emperor's ridiculous military orders? Did they fail in the lack of military strength? Did they fail in the lack of support from the West? Or even, did they fail in the fact that they were not as strong and brave as us?"
"Neither!" Suleiman raised a finger and said loudly, "Their failure is because they have fallen!"
"God said, I created you from the dust so that you can multiply and thrive on the earth. Each of your families must give birth to four children, so that after the parents' souls return to heaven, the descendants who continue the bloodline can still run around in this world." Suleiman laughed contemptuously and said loudly, "But fallen Solomon people, do you know how many children each of their families has on average?"
"One!" The officers raised a finger and laughed in unison.
"They are corrupt!" Suleiman opened his arms, flames rising in his ambitious pupils. "They are addicted to the pleasures brought by so-called technology, pursuing alcohol that numbs the mind and ridiculous variety shows. They have enough material to raise children, but they don't want to have children. They are afraid that children will consume their wealth and delay their own enjoyment. They don't care about the past life, and don't seek the afterlife. They only want the comfort and indulgence of this life!"
"But the Lord said that a nation that does not pursue the future cannot even survive now!" Suleiman's voice was like thunder, shocking the officers present to bow unconsciously in submission. "Today's Solomonites are getting fewer and fewer. They are constantly castrating themselves, so that there are too few people to inherit the glory of ancient Solomon. They are no longer worthy of enjoying this vast land and wealth! Seljuks, please answer me, answer your monarch!"