Amon looked up at his murder and guessed what had happened.

This statement was made to stabilize morale within the military.

"Search every house here thoroughly!" Amon ordered. "Don't miss a single clue!"

However, the soldiers of Chuz could tell that Amon's tone lacked confidence.

Two people were sent to search each room to ensure nothing was missed.

The soldiers of Chuz had to bend down to cross the low threshold and enter the house. The ground beneath their feet was hard, cold, and unforgiving. The house was empty, devoid of any furniture or signs of life.

"This is no place for humans to live!" A Chuz soldier frowned and complained in a low voice.

“The house I was born in was only slightly better than this,” a tall soldier chimed in, his voice tinged with nostalgia. “Those were the golden years, but since then, life has only gotten harder.”

His gaze fell on the pile of dry straw in the corner, a hint of longing in his eyes. "Even if you gave me a hundred gold coins, I wouldn't give up a good night's sleep in bed."

"You say this is a bed?" "Softer than mud, and with a roof overhead, of course it's a bed." Then the soldier sniffed, "I think I smell a corpse!"

"Really? I can't smell it."

He knelt down, reached into the haystack to see if anything was hidden underneath, and then carefully searched along the wall. He found nothing. "There's nothing here."

Or perhaps they never expected to make any discoveries.

"Let's go, let's get out of this awful place!"

The soldiers quickly came to report.

Without exception, they all brought back nothing.

Amon sighed, sounding slightly disappointed.

Just then, a sudden flapping sound came from the wings.

Amon suddenly turned his head.

Deep gray-blue wings obscured his vision like a canopy, and sharp eagle claws mercilessly pierced his cheek, bringing a heart-wrenching pain.

The sudden attack caught him off guard, and he could only watch helplessly as the fierce eagle opened its beak, unable to free his hands to defend himself or draw his sword.

In that life-or-death moment, he reacted quickly, rolling backward and freeing his feet from the stirrups.

The terrified horse broke free of its restraints and galloped away, while he plummeted downwards like a falling leaf. The eagle still clung tightly to his face, its claws tearing at his skin, its sharp cries echoing in his ears along with the flapping and pecking of its wings.

The whole world was turned upside down in this chaos, with feathers, horse meat, and blood weaving together to create a bloody and cruel picture.

With a heavy impact, the ground rose up to meet it.

The sound of flapping wings still echoed in his ears, but the eagle had already disappeared from his sight.

The world before my eyes was half shrouded in darkness.

"My eyes!" Amon suddenly cried out in terror, frantically groping his face. "My left eye, is it blind?"

His personal guards knelt above him, gripping their scimitars tightly, forming a protective barrier.

"It's just blood, Your Majesty, you don't need to worry! It only punctured the skin above, it didn't hit the eye."

His cheeks throbbed as he wiped the blood from his left eye while observing with his right.

The soldiers of Chuz roared from above, followed by the sounds of hooves, shouts, and metal slicing through flesh.

With help, Amon struggled to his feet. Opening his eyes, he saw hundreds and thousands of crows attacking his subordinates like madmen.

“Damn bird!” roared a Qiuz general, “Die!”

The water shortage has severely impacted the Chuz troops, and the crow attacks have thrown them into disarray.

Ammon was so anxious that he jumped up and down.

"Raise your shields, form a defensive line!" he shouted, enduring the pain. "Damn it, what are you all doing?"

Under Amon's command, the Chuz people quickly reacted.

Shield-bearing infantry rushed over, forming a shield wall to block the crows' attack.

"Archers, shoot them down!" Amon continued to command.

Blood kept flowing into his right eye, and his cheek burned with pain. He touched his cheek, and his hand turned red.

A volley of arrows rained down, and many crows fell to the ground.

The death of their companion startled the other crows, and they all took flight, circling in the air.

Shortly afterward, the large black birds let out a chilling cry and then departed.

Amon took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

"Abdo, how's the situation?" Amon shouted. "When can we leave?"

Abdo, Ammon's chief strategist, frowned. "Your Majesty..."

"Bring the horse!" Amon didn't want to waste any more time on him.

At this point, it's best to leave the deserted city as soon as possible!

When the attendant brought the fine horse to Amon, Amon stepped forward.

The horse flinched nervously, its eyes filled with terror, clearly frightened by the blood streaming down his face.

Amon's attendant soothed the horse gently, stroking its neck to calm it down. With the attendant's gentle touch, the horse gradually calmed and was no longer frightened. The attendant took the reins and signaled to Amon that he could mount the horse.

As he mounted the horse, Amon felt dizzy.

I need to bandage my wound, but now is not the time; I need to leave this place as soon as possible!

He first opened and closed his right hand for a moment, then gripped his weapon, slung it over his shoulder, turned his horse around, and headed towards the gate of the desolate city.

They ran quickly, the atmosphere gloomy.

They rode for two miles through the sand, then crossed a pile of messy rubble.

Suddenly, Amon saw the dead horse, half-buried in the sand, its intestines spilling out of its abdomen, and one of its legs missing.

Who did this? And which unit's warhorses are these?

Bactrian people?

Amon immediately realized something was wrong. No, it couldn't be!

Horse meat is also food, and the people of Bactria would not waste food like that!

Soon, Amon discovered more horse carcasses scattered across the wasteland.

The horses' legs were strangely twisted, and their lifeless eyes were open blankly.

"Your Majesty? These horses don't seem to have been dead for long!" Amon's subordinate reminded him. "Perhaps..."

Eat their flesh, drink their blood...

Amon thought of the next sentence.

After thinking for a long time, Amon nodded and tacitly approved his subordinate's suggestion.

So the Chuz soldiers swarmed around them like flies, stripping off the saddles, reins, packs, and armor, and cutting them apart with their scimitars.

Some of the thirsty Chuz soldiers simply knelt down on the sand and stretched out their teeth to bite the horse carcasses, just to drink the blood that had not yet dried!

Seeing this, Amun felt immense bitterness in his heart, "Oh Allah! My men have become like this!"