Late at night, Samar sat in the command tent. The dim candlelight made his iron-blue face look even gloomier.
Outside the tent, the cold wind was howling, and the generals inside the tent sat silently with solemn expressions.
Samar slowly put down the battle report in his hand and spoke in a low voice: "Almost half of our most elite cavalry were killed."
The generals looked at each other, and no one dared to speak first.
The atmosphere was silent for a moment, and only the sound of the candlesticks burning could be heard.
After a long silence, someone finally whispered, "How is this possible? Master Heka can actually fight against our cavalry?"
Samar frowned, his eyes sharp as a blade as he swept over the generals, forcing them to lower their heads.
After a moment, someone else added in a low voice: "Sir, if your elite cavalry can't win, then we..."
"Shut up!"
Samar slammed the table and stood up, causing the battle reports on the table to fly everywhere.
All the generals shrank their necks and dared not breathe.
He stared at the generals in front of him and said in a cold tone: "Do you know how much training and resources these elite cavalrymen of mine have gone through to create?"
"But now they are being beaten back step by step by that Egyptian wizard! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, how would I know how powerful these Heka masters are?"
"Since this is such important information, how come no one has ever reported it? What a bunch of good-for-nothings!"
The generals bowed their heads and remained silent, not daring to respond.
The candlelight in the tent flickered, and even the shadows were swaying like ghosts.
At this moment, a general hesitated for a moment and slowly said: "Sir, I heard from the Hebrew magician who escaped from the attack on Egypt..."
He lowered his voice, obviously afraid of provoking Samar's anger again. "He said that a new Pharaoh had recently ascended to the throne of Egypt, and that not long after that Pharaoh appeared, a god appeared in Egypt and drove back our army."
As soon as these words came out, all the generals turned to look at him, their eyes full of surprise and suspicion.
Samar stared at the general, the cold light in his eyes seemed to devour him: "New Pharaoh?"
The general nodded and added cautiously, "Yes, sir. Although I can't believe it, the magicians who survived all mentioned the same thing."
“Soon after that, you have these Heka masters appearing in Egypt, and farms and mines being built in a short period of time.”
He paused here, looked up at Samar's face, and seeing that he was not angry, he continued: "It has been a long time since there have been any traces of gods in Egypt, but now these strange things are happening one after another. I think all of this is related to the new pharaoh."
The atmosphere in the tent was as cold as sand that was about to solidify. Everyone seemed to be thinking about something, but no one dared to look directly into Samar's eyes.
Samar slowly drew out the scimitar from his waist and turned the blade in a circle in front of the burning candlestick.
His eyes fell on a tiny notch on the blade.
"Master Heka." Samar whispered the name, his voice so cold that it seemed to freeze the air, "Pharaoh."
The generals in the tent looked at each other, and no one dared to say a word.
Everyone knows that Samar suffered a defeat on the battlefield, especially the heavy losses suffered by the cavalry, which was an unheard-of shame in the Hebrew army.
Samar sneered, and the knife flashed suddenly, scaring the deputy general beside him so much that he immediately lowered his head for fear of being implicated.
The scimitar turned a circle in his hand and returned to the sheath, making a crisp "clang" sound.
"But..." Samar's tone changed and his voice rose, "Except for that monster emitting golden light, the other ordinary mages are not worth mentioning at all."
"Each of you pass on the order. If you encounter a mage with a faint golden glow all over his body, immediately evacuate your position. You are no match for him."
Samar's eyes turned fierce as he spoke: "They sent such a powerful person this time, I'm afraid their target is our city of Memphis."
He stood up straight and glanced at the generals in the tent.
"From now on, each garrison must send more archers." He poked heavily at several locations on the map, "As long as you see the Egyptian wizards, let the archers repel them."
The generals responded cautiously, "Yes, sir."
Samar snorted coldly, turned and walked to the center of the map, and ran his finger over several bases around Memphis.
"Remember, you must not send cavalry and soldiers to deal with these mages. As you have all seen, their spells are extremely harmful. If you cause the loss of troops again, I will ask you to die as a token of your sin!"
Every word he said was as heavy as iron. The generals lowered their heads and hands, not daring to say a word.
Samar sneered and continued, "We just need to defend our position now. Once the Magic Shield Corps arrives, we will let these Egyptians know what real hell is!"
The last sentence was like a thunder, causing everyone in the tent to nod in agreement at the same time.
Samar's eyes were as cold as a knife, staring at the marks on the map, as if he could see the enemy ready to move in the distance through the map.
He gripped his scimitar tightly, and his tone was as heavy as the sound of a hammer on an anvil: "I will let Master Heka of Egypt see how terrible the Hebrew army is."
The sandstorm was howling outside, and the shadows of the torches outside the tent were swaying on the curtains, like pairs of panicked hands constantly reaching out and probing.
"Report!" A sentry staggered out of the command post, covered in dust.
He came running all the way, panting like an ox.
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