With a crisp "pop" sound, the jar broke into pieces.
However, there was nothing in the broken pieces of the jar except sand and pebbles.
The room suddenly became eerily quiet, and everyone had the same expression.
Eyes wide open, breathing rapidly.
Also, the face gradually distorted.
The light of the torches reflected on everyone's face. In this slightly cool night, beads of sweat were actually running down their noses.
One soldier's teeth were even chattering, and the "da da da" sound he made was like stones colliding with each other.
When the commander-in-chief stood up, his armor made a loud rustling sound.
He turned around and walked out in a daze, while the others followed him in, crowding together and almost getting stuck at the door.
The night breeze blew in my face, and the cool air of the desert was very refreshing.
The empty horses on the street are still there, some eating grass, some taking a nap.
The horse that the commander-in-chief rode even came over and sniffed the dust remaining on the commander-in-chief's iron gloves.
The commander-in-chief slowly raised his head, looked at the horse that had accompanied him in battles for many years, and slowly patted its head.
And all the soldiers were looking at the commander-in-chief.
Their eyes glowed in the darkness, like a pack of wolves cornered on the edge of a cliff.
The commander-in-chief opened his mouth and closed it again.
"We, we must have seen it wrong."
"Everyone calm down and think carefully."
The commander-in-chief spoke calmly, but no one responded to him.
He thought about it carefully, and suddenly realized that this might be some kind of "illusion" cast by the magician of Holy Egypt!
After all, they still don't know too much about Holy Egypt.
Just as he was about to tell everyone this idea, he slowly raised his head.
"Ah! It must be that holy Pharaoh!"
"It must be him, it must be him..."
He stopped again midway through his speech.
Those thousands of soldiers waiting outside all disappeared at this moment.
All that was left here were densely packed, countless horses.
There were no cavalrymen riding horses.
And the horses all stood in the dark shadows.
The commander-in-chief's legs went weak and he almost fell to the ground.
He took a deep breath, squeezing his throat.
“Run…Run!”
“Run away!”
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