“Clang!”
There was a sharp sound of a blade being unsheathed.
The saber drew a cold light in the icy air.
The commander-in-chief at the head of the platoon drew out the blade and was about to stab it into his own abdomen.
His body was shaking and his blood was cold, so his movements became much slower.
Without success.
"Ah! Commander-in-Chief! What are you doing!"
His personal adjutant rushed over like a madman, holding his wrist tightly with his iron glove.
Even his cheek was cut by the blade, leaving a trace of blood.
After snatching the saber, his adjutant's voice was trembling: "Commander-in-chief! Commander-in-chief!"
"You can't die!"
"You are the supreme commander of the Hebrew army!"
"If you die, our army will be completely finished!"
After hearing the adjutant's words, the commander-in-chief at the head of the platoon still did not react.
His face was pale.
After all, the Hebrew Empire's army had never been defeated like this before.
The Hebrew army has always been able to march sideways on this continent.
In fact, in the past, they could fight on three fronts.
However, things seemed to have changed since then.
"Perhaps the future of the Hebrew Empire was doomed from the moment we proudly chose to fight on three fronts."
His voice was dull and lifeless.
The other commander-in-chief had a distorted expression on his face. He grabbed his cloak and shouted angrily, "Commander-in-chief! You are confused!"
"Even if you die, the defeat of the Hebrew army will not change at all!"
The commander-in-chief at the front of the line laughed miserably when he heard this.
His voice actually sounded a little creepy: "Tens of thousands of elite soldiers died on the battlefield, and six angels were also defeated."
"We have fallen into the trap not only of the Holy Pharaoh, but also of those Spartans!"
"How can I have the face to go back and see His Majesty the Supreme Ruler King?!"
At this time, a personal soldier immediately knelt on the ground, his voice trembling a little: "Grand Commander! His Majesty the Supreme Ruler King values you the most!"
"If you die too, the empire will be seriously damaged!"
"If the Supreme Ruler King ever wants to take back his homeland, you will have to command the army!"
The adjutant of the leading commander was so anxious that his eyes turned red. He just kept holding his hand tightly and said, "Yes, yes!"
"As long as you are still alive, we will be able to make a comeback sooner or later!"
"The Holy Egyptian can't be this lucky forever!"
However, after hearing his words, the commander-in-chief at the front of the line still shook his head.
"Why should I lead an army after such a disastrous defeat!"
"Don't stop me!"
At this time, even the remaining generals around came forward to dissuade him: "Commander-in-chief, if you die, who will lead the remaining brothers to retreat?"
"His Majesty the Supreme Ruler King still needs you!"
"If you really want to investigate, this defeat is not your sole responsibility!"
The commander-in-chief at the head of the platoon was shaking violently, and the rage that was about to ignite in his eyes was gradually replaced by pain.
He slowly put down his sword, his voice terribly hoarse: "We... have been fighting on this continent for seven years."
"We are invincible and unbeatable! That's it! It is our arrogance that has ruined us!"
"We knew from the beginning that we would win!"
After saying that, he took a deep breath and straightened his back: "But, you are right."
"I should go back alive and personally plead guilty to His Majesty the Supreme Ruler King."
"Even if he wants to execute me, I have no complaints."
The generals around them just breathed a sigh of relief when another commander-in-chief said with a gloomy face: "What should we do now? Withdraw the troops immediately?"
Hearing this, another commander punched the broken spear next to him and said, "We can only retreat!"
"Holy Egypt has been fighting for so long and hasn't even summoned a demon to help!"
"Who could have thought that the Holy Pharaoh had so many backup plans?!"
The adjutant nodded quickly, "To continue fighting is to die! His Majesty the Supreme Ruler King will never want us to waste our last few troops in vain!"
At this moment, the commander-in-chief at the head of the platoon suddenly had his eyes light up: "Oh, right, there's also the commander-in-chief who led the cavalry to attack Cairo!"
"What if he can capture the civilians of Holy Egypt?"
Another commander-in-chief raised his head suddenly, hope rekindled in his eyes: "Yes! As long as we have the hostages, we can at least force Holy Egypt to negotiate!"
Just then, a slight, hurried sound of horse hooves came from behind the sand dunes in the distance.
Everyone turned their heads at the same time, and saw a bloody warhorse staggering towards them with a man on its back.
It was the burly commander who had set out.
However, his face looked very haggard, with some dried blood on it.
What’s even more terrifying is that there is nothing behind him.
No cavalry, no prisoners.
Empty! Empty!
"Where are the others?!"
The commander-in-chief at the head of the line shouted sternly, his voice changing in tone.
The burly commander rolled off his horse with difficulty and knelt on the sand, his voice hoarse as if it had been rubbed by gravel.
"Cairo is an empty city! It's a trap!"
"We fell into a trap! All our brothers died in the city!"
"It's already extremely difficult to escape!"
When these words were spoken, all the commanders were dumbfounded.
That’s nearly nine thousand cavalrymen!
Just half a day, just?
Another commander grabbed him by the collar and said, "What did you say? Nearly nine thousand elite cavalrymen, all killed?"
"And you haven't taken any prisoners yet?"
The burly commander closed his eyes in pain: "The Holy Pharaoh summoned a terrible 'demon' to lurk in the city!"
"That guy is very scary! He can hide in the shadows!"
"As long as we pass through the shadows, we will be completely devoured by the 'devil' in the darkness!"
"That's something the cavalry can't defeat!"
"That's God's talent!"
The other commander-in-chief burst into laughter before he could finish.
There was madness in his laughter: "What a Saint Pharaoh! What a great empty city plan! He has fooled all of us!"
Then, there was deathly silence.
The wind swept across the battlefield, carrying the smell of blood, and the tattered military flags whistled in the wind.
The burly commander-in-chief turned his head and found that two of the original commanders seemed to be missing.
The commander-in-chief with the severed finger and the young commander-in-chief are both missing.
"What about the two great commanders?"
As soon as he said this, the expressions of the others immediately twisted.
At this time, the commander-in-chief at the head of the platoon slowly took off his helmet, revealing his gray hair.
"So, this is the reason why you lost the battle?"
The burly commander nodded vigorously.
"Yes! Escape, it's already..."
Before he finished speaking, the commander-in-chief at the head of the platoon swung his sword and slashed down.
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