The Hebrew scouts rode their horses and moved forward.
He occasionally turned his head. Although he couldn't see the pursuers behind him, he didn't dare to relax.
He felt his heart was beating so fast it seemed to jump out of his chest, and the only sounds he could hear were the wind and the clashing of horses' hooves.
"Faster! Faster!"
From night to day, even though he couldn't see the pursuers behind him, he didn't dare to slow down at all.
because......
The goal of Holy Egypt is the capital of the Hebrew kingdom!
This news must be brought back as soon as possible!
Moreover, there are fifteen gods in Holy Egypt! The number has increased significantly compared to the last report!
So he kept on going, and would not even slow down if the horse did not need to take a breath.
If the horse slowed down a little while running, he would kick the horse's belly hard with his heel to urge it to continue running.
He traveled day and night, and even when his throat was dry and his lips were cracked, he didn't care at all.
He knew that every second of delay could put the Hebrew army in an irretrievable situation.
Who could have expected that when the Hebrew army was heading towards Holy Egypt, Holy Egypt would gather so many troops to attack the Hebrews!
Another day has passed.
His stomach was empty and he hadn't eaten a single bite of food until now.
He seemed to no longer feel hungry, only an almost numb sense of urgency driving him to keep going.
Night falls.
The wilderness was swallowed by darkness, and only the faint moonlight barely illuminated the road ahead.
But even so, the scout did not stop.
The screams of his four companions kept appearing in his mind, and he always felt that they were watching him from behind.
This strong sense of mission supported his will and enabled him to continue to persevere.
The scout could also feel that the horse's strength was being rapidly consumed, but he still did not dare to stop.
"Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer!"
“We’ll be leaving the desert soon!”
The scout spoke softly to the horse, as if to comfort it, but more so to comfort himself.
However, the horse's speed was getting slower and slower, its breathing was becoming short and disordered, and finally, it stopped completely in front of a steep slope.
Its limbs trembled, and then it fell to the ground on its side, never to get up again.
"No! No!"
The Hebrew scout fell off his horse, rolled several times, and even choked on a mouthful of sand.
He struggled to his feet and left to check on the fallen horse.
He had a hunch that the road ahead was dark.
"No, get up! Get up!"
There was a tremor in the scout's voice. He pulled the horse desperately, but the light in his eyes gradually faded.
Dead.
The scout fell to his knees, completely hopeless.
Without water or food, he felt like he was about to faint.
But at this moment, the image of Saint Pharaoh Linke suddenly appeared in his mind.
He seemed to be able to see this terrifying king looking down at him, about to send demons to torture him.
In an instant, a strong desire to survive surged in the scout's heart.
He knew that he must not fall here.
We can’t let that Holy Pharaoh succeed!
The scout's body trembled, and he slowly took out a knife from his waist.
Then, he gritted his teeth, plunged the knife into the horse's body, and immediately cut open its belly.
The blood spattered on his face and hands, warm and sticky.
But he had to do it in order to survive.
Only by doing this can the information be sent out!
The scout ignored his nausea and fear, and quickly cut off a piece of meat and put it into his mouth to chew.
The taste of blood exploded in his mouth, but he forced himself to swallow the meat.
Then he cut the horse's blood vessels. Because it had just died, the blood inside was even a little hot.
It was not just warm, the temperature was even higher than his body temperature.
The scout didn't care about that at all. He simply scooped up the blood with his hands and drank it in big gulps.
Just a few words kept appearing in his mind.
Stay alive!
Send out information!
After eating and drinking, the scout stood up and continued to move in the direction of the Hebrews.
Without a horse, he could only walk, but it was not easy to identify directions in the desert.
The scout lost his way several times because he was not in a clear state of mind. He didn't even know where he was going.
However, he could always see some Holy Egyptian [Cavalry] patrolling from afar, so he could only move forward while trying to stay away from the [Cavalry].
He knew very well that if he was caught, he would be subjected to horrific torture.
He just kept walking, moving in a direction away from the [Cavalry].
After walking for an unknown amount of time, until even he could no longer see clearly, he finally encountered other Hebrew scouts.
The scouts saw that he was wearing Egyptian clothes and was covered in blood, and at first they thought he was an enemy.
"Stop! Who are you?" a scout asked loudly.
At this time, the scout who had traveled a long distance raised his head, his face full of fatigue and pain.
"I am, the Hebrew scout."
"I have important information that must be sent back immediately..."
The scouts looked at each other, then quickly stepped forward and helped him up.
They could see that their companion was exhausted and could collapse at any time.
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