It's noon in Memphis.
A chaotic noise gradually rose in the center of the city.
The battle reports on the table were already wrinkled, the edges of the paper had been crumpled repeatedly, and there were even sloppy ink marks on some pages, as if they had been accidentally wiped off in a hurry.
Outside the house, several Hebrew messengers were hurrying and almost running back and forth to deliver new information.
They all looked panicked, with cold sweat on their foreheads. They kept glancing towards the depths of the command post, where Samar was standing with a grim face.
There was a tense silence in the air, with only the scratching of quills and the muffled footsteps of military boots on the floor.
Samar stood in the center, his face becoming increasingly gloomy, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging from clenching them unconsciously.
"Report!"
A scout stumbled in and said hurriedly without even having time to salute: "The enemy has built a mine on the east side of the city!"
"Mine? Are you saying that these Egyptians built a mine right under our noses in just a few days?" Samar's brows were deeply furrowed, and his eyes seemed to want to eat him alive.
He quickly glanced at the map beside him, his eyes piercing like a knife at the plot of land marked on the east side.
"How is this possible?"
"Report!" Another scout rushed in. He looked at Samar breathlessly, and immediately straightened his chest and controlled his breathing.
"We discovered a farm outside the Egyptian capital! There seemed to be something planted inside, most likely some kind of grain!"
"Farm?! Grain?!"
Samar's fists were clenched so hard that they made a crackling sound, and the corners of his eyes twitched. It was obvious that his patience was almost running out.
"What are these Egyptians going to do?!" Samar clenched his teeth and his voice almost exploded.
"We have blocked the main road and our defenses are impenetrable, but they are still able to farm?! And even built a mine?"
He waved his hand violently, and a roll of war reports on the table was swept to the ground.
The entire command post immediately fell silent, and the scouts lowered their heads cautiously, fearing that they would be burned to ashes by Samar's anger.
However, bad news continues to come.
"Report!" Another messenger ran in. This time, he couldn't even stand firmly and almost fell to the ground.
After regaining his balance, he stood up abruptly and said quickly: "Our team stationed on the high ground north of the city was attacked by Master Heka!"
"They suddenly appeared. A magician with golden light released a series of powerful magic, which destroyed our fortifications. Although they did not continue to advance, but--"
"Master Heka?!" Samar's face had turned completely blue, and the veins on his forehead became more obvious.
"It's those damn Egyptian wizards again! How could they do so much right under our noses?! Are all our troops dead?!"
He slammed his fist on the table, and the already crumpled battle reports flew up into the air and landed on the ground like snowflakes.
The atmosphere in the entire command post was extremely tense, and the soldiers and messengers didn't even dare to breathe.
They all knew that if Samar broke out completely, they would all be at risk of being killed.
His eyes swept back and forth among the crowd, but no one dared to raise their heads to look at him.
Before the silence lasted a few seconds, another signalman rushed in: "Sir! The southwest outpost stationed outside the city was just attacked by Master Heka, and suffered heavy losses!"
Samar turned around abruptly, his expression instantly becoming ferocious.
The atmosphere in the command post seemed to freeze. The soldiers lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at Samar's furious face.
At the same time, someone at the door shouted hurriedly: "Report..."
Samar could no longer bear it, he turned around and pulled out a heavy scimitar from the shelf on the wall.
This is a weapon commonly used by Hebrew nobles. The blade has an exaggerated curvature and is completely black. There is a row of blood-red runes inlaid on the back of the blade, making it look like a bloodthirsty evil spirit.
He strode up to the soldier, and before the soldier could react, he saw a cold light cutting through the air.
"puff!"
Blood splattered on the ground. The soldier was killed by a single blow without even a cry of pain and fell heavily to the ground.
Samar sheathed his knife, his eyes burning with anger.
"Pass the order! All the elite cavalry of Memphis, follow me out of the city immediately!" His voice shook the earth.
Everyone in the command post knelt on the ground, and no one dared to raise their heads even a little.
Samar brushed away the battle reports on the table, stepped on the papers on the floor, and strode out the door.
Outside the gate, Samar's elite cavalry had already gathered.
They were clad in black armor, and when the scorching sun's rays shone upon them, they actually emitted bursts of coldness.
The war horses' breath gushed out like hot steam, and their manes were messy and stained with dried blood.
The cavalrymen's eyes were cold and ruthless. They just raised the cold spears in their hands to salute their leader, Samar.
Samar let out a low roar, jumped onto the horse's back, and his furious eyes immediately showed a bit of desire for blood.
"Everyone, listen up, follow me!" The scimitar held high in his hand reflected a cold light.
The cavalrymen responded silently, and then the horses' kicking sounded in unison, and a black torrent immediately poured out.
"Target—Southwest Outpost!"
"Whoever cuts off the heads of Master Heka will be rewarded handsomely!" Samar gave an order, and hundreds of cavalrymen rushed out of the city gate like a hurricane.
The sentry on the city wall couldn't help but shudder when he saw this scene.
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