He said, raising his hand.

Master Heka behind him immediately took a step forward, and the faces of the Hebrew soldiers immediately became distorted.

They knew they were going to die, but they just used their willpower to hold up their collapsing bodies.

"No! That's not what I meant!"

The commander-in-chief with the severed finger shouted, his voice becoming a little sharp.

"I am a Hebrew warrior, a man of honor, admired by the Supreme Ruler King, and the commander-in-chief of the five armies."

"I will not surrender, I will not give up the fight, and I will not beg for your mercy."

"As a soldier and a commander-in-chief, even if you know you will die, you cannot choose to retreat."

"It's my duty to stand up for what I believe in."

After she finished speaking, the Hebrew soldiers began to sob, and Lin Ke immediately understood what they meant.

"Even if you know you will die, do you still choose to fight?"

“A warrior and leader with such a conviction should be followed by someone who can appreciate and defend it.”

"As you can see, the frontal battlefield has been defeated, and you have even divided your army to attack Cairo."

"You have captured our cities, enslaved our people, and attempted to deprive us of our faith by violence."

"Now, your leader has even made such a despicable decision."

"Would you rather follow someone like that than me, who can truly appreciate your character and beliefs?"

As soon as Lin Ke finished speaking, the commander-in-chief with the broken finger softened.

The words of the Holy Pharaoh seemed like salvation in this brutal battlefield and cruel night.

But she just shook her head firmly.