The moment the captain fell, the battlefield behind him seemed to freeze.

The magic shield soldiers who were advancing towards the [farm] just now immediately stopped.

They couldn't believe their eyes.

This was an invincible figure who once led the Magic Shield Corps to conquer the Hittite civilization and an unshakable totem in the hearts of many people.

"Captain," a soldier murmured in a low voice, with disbelief written all over his face, "How could it be! How is this possible!"

"Captain!"

The swords and shields in the hands of the magic shield soldiers trembled slightly, and some of them were even stunned for a moment, completely losing the desire to attack.

His existence, he himself, is the core of the Magic Shield Corps, just like a leader.

Whether facing a spell frenzy or the most ferocious war beasts, the Captain can always command all the magic shield soldiers as steady as a rock and control the overall situation.

But now, this legendary figure of the Magic Shield Corps has fallen in the desert.

Samar stood at the back, tightly gripping the scimitar in his hand, and was stunned for a moment.

The captain was one of the commander-in-chief's most admired generals. Now that he has fallen here, Samar, as the commander, cannot escape the blame.

If they lose to Egypt again and cause casualties to the Magic Shield Corps, he will definitely be beheaded by the commander-in-chief.

If he wants to survive, he must win a battle!

Otherwise, you will die!

He gritted his teeth. The situation was now extremely critical. He had to find a way to stabilize the morale of the troops and let them continue the attack.

The captain is the core of the entire regiment. The soldiers place their trust in his strength and their confidence in his blade.

His every move affects the morale of the entire Magic Shield Corps.

And now, such an unshakable leader fell before their eyes.

Samar wanted to keep the magic shield soldiers calm at this time, but the soldiers' gradually distracted expressions made him a little overwhelmed.

After all, he is not the captain, nor the core figure of the Magic Shield Corps.

Many people began to exchange glances silently, showing panic and confusion.

Helpless, even.

But Samael had to do something.

"Why are you looking at me? Keep charging!" Samar roared angrily, trying to suppress the hesitation in the formation with his majesty.

But his voice seemed so empty and weak at this moment.

Because he also knew that the morale of the army had begun to weaken.

The death of the captain was like a widening wound to these magic shield soldiers, which would make the morale of the army even more demoralized.

The Magic Shield Corps is on the brink of collapse.

Samar knew very well that the spiritual pillar of the entire Magic Shield Corps had collapsed.

If the morale of the troops is not quickly stabilized at this time, the morale of the entire army will completely collapse.

He stared at the captain lying on the ground. The crescent-shaped sword stained with blood was still shining with a solemn luster.

"Captain Bing's broadsword, I'll take over!"

Samar growled, gritted his teeth, leaned over and tried to grab the crescent-shaped knife.

He knew that this broadsword symbolized the supreme majesty of the Magic Shield Corps. As long as he could hold it high, he could show all the soldiers that he, Samar, had taken over the duties of the captain!

However, as soon as his hand grasped the handle of the knife, he immediately felt an indescribable heaviness.

"This knife...why is it so heavy!"

He felt as if the weight of the entire desert was pressing on this weapon.

He tried his best, concentrating all his strength in his arms, and finally slowly lifted the sword from the ground.

However, just kicking it off the ground made him breathless and sweat profusely.

He tried to raise the sword high, but his arms were filled with severe pains. The blade had barely left his waist when he could no longer lift it.

The veins on Samar's forehead bulged, his face turned red, and he even staggered, almost falling down.

The soldiers around looked at this scene, silent at first, and then, there was an uproar among the crowd.

That was the signal that the military's morale was officially beginning to weaken.

The death of the captain had already frightened them, and now, Samar couldn't even lift the captain's sword, which made the turmoil in their hearts spread rapidly.

"The captain is dead, what should we do?" a soldier asked in a low voice, with obvious panic in his tone.

"How could this happen? How could the captain be killed by an arrow?" another soldier murmured, his clenched sword trembling slightly.

"That's not an ordinary arrow at all! How could an ordinary arrow be able to penetrate the captain's armor?" More and more soldiers began to talk. Although their voices were not loud, they made Samar feel like a thorn in his back.

When Samar heard these words, he felt as if he was humiliated again. He angrily tried to lift the crescent-shaped knife again, but his knees went weak and he could only support the knife diagonally on the ground.

It's impossible to lift it!

He raised his head and stared at the soldiers around him with his red eyes, trying to use his momentum to regain control of the situation.

"Shut up!" he roared, his voice becoming hoarse. "Keep attacking! Keep attacking! We can't let those Egyptians escape!"

His voice was loud, but it no longer had the intimidating power it once had.

The soldiers of the Magic Shield Corps began to retreat, with more confusion than obedience in their eyes.

Their steps became more hesitant, and the weapons and shields in their hands began to tremble even more violently, which made Samar feel more and more unsure.

how so?

They were just arrows! How could they penetrate armor? How could they penetrate armor from such a long distance?

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