At this time, on the streets of Cairo.
If you look at it at first glance, there are more empty horses than living people.
Even the shouts of the Hebrew cavalry could not drown out the sound of horse hooves in the streets.
Several horses were sniffing a piece of naan on the ground, but they showed no intention of eating it.
Their reins all dragged on the ground, swaying gently with the occasional breeze.
At the corner, there were many horses standing side by side, and they seemed to be taking a nap.
One of them occasionally flicked its tail to drive away mosquitoes that did not exist in the desert.
The weirdest thing is the intersection.
Because there are hundreds of horses there.
Some of the horses were sitting in a loose circle, while others were nibbling on the weeds growing in the cracks between the rocks.
Others rubbed each other's necks, just like they usually do when they are waiting for their owners.
Of course, the horses had no idea where their owners had gone.
The moonlight shone on the horses and everything looked so normal.
Of course, that requires ignoring the empty saddle on the horse's back and the reins hanging on the ground with no one holding them.
"Where the hell did they go to find him?"
"Could it be that they discovered some underground passage?"
The noise made by the burly commander startled the nearest white horse.
It raised its head, turned its ears towards the direction of the sound, and its nostrils expanded, exhaling two streams of white air.
However, it didn't seem to be interested in the sound, so it quickly lowered its head and continued to use its lips to search for the non-existent grass on the ground.
"Follow me closely! Don't cause me any more trouble!"
The night wind blew through the streets, bringing with it the dry chill unique to the desert.
The burly commander rode his horse and glanced around with squinting eyes.
All the empty horses were either standing or walking, with their reins hanging down, and the saddles looked normal.
"Oh shit......"
"It takes these bastards so long to search a house?"
However, no one from the cavalry following the commander-in-chief responded.
The burly commander suddenly stopped, and the cavalrymen behind him almost collided with each other.
He dismounted and bent down to pick up a water bag on the ground.
The leather on top is intact and the plug is still in place, as if it had fallen off accidentally.
He stroked the mark on the water bag, his brows twisted into a knot: "The water bag has fallen off, and the person is gone, why doesn't he just die?"
"This way I can avoid more trouble."
But no one can answer, and no one dares to answer.
The windows of the houses on both sides of the street were dark, no light could be seen from inside, and no sound could be heard.
When the wind blew, the dilapidated window frames made a creaking sound, as if someone was knocking on the door gently.
"Great Commander..."
At this time, a young cavalryman suddenly spoke up, his voice trembling: "These horses?"
The commander-in-chief followed his gaze.
Hundreds of empty horses stood crookedly at the crossroads.
They all stared at the team led by the burly commander.
It's too quiet.
Also, it's so weird.
The whole city was so quiet that you could hear the sound of horses chewing food, and even the sound of sand rolling over the stone slabs in the wind.
But I can’t hear any human voice!
"They're underground."
The commander-in-chief suddenly said, "There must be a tunnel in this broken city! Those bastards went to the tunnel to look for prisoners, so this is..."
He stopped talking halfway through.
But how do you explain that no one reported it to him?
Of course, these are all speculations and there is no evidence, so the army can only continue to move forward.
When turning a corner, the last cavalryman suddenly felt a chill on his neck.
He turned around suddenly and saw a slender shadow poking out from the crack in the wall.
Like a dried vine or the tentacle of some animal, it shrank back into the shadows the moment he turned around.
"Hey! Look..."
He reached out to pat the shoulder of his companion in front of him, but hit nothing.
The cavalry that was supposed to be ahead of him was gone.
Only that man's horse was still following the team, and the leather on the saddle creaked with the horse's steps, as if someone had just ridden it.
"Huck?"
He shouted softly, and the sound was particularly harsh in the empty street.
The burly commander turned around suddenly and asked, "What the hell are you yelling about? Do you want those hiding rats to hide deeper in the cave?"
The rats he was talking about were the people of Holy Egypt.
"Commander-in-chief! Hake is missing!"
"He's my brother! He was just in front of me!"
The commander-in-chief strode back and cursed, "Bullshit!"
Then he grabbed the young cavalryman by the collar and said, "Are you fucking dazzled?"
"Can a person just disappear without a reason?"
The young cavalryman was shaking like a dry grass. He just pointed at the empty horse: "But, but it's Huck's horse..."
The commander-in-chief looked in the direction his finger pointed.
Suddenly, he froze.
At the end of the team, a chestnut horse stood quietly.
Huck's scimitar hung askew on the saddle.
In an instant, the entire army fell silent.
Everyone stared at the empty horse, at the slight dent in the saddle.
Just write as if there is an invisible person sitting there.
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