Samar looked around, his expression tired, but his eyes suddenly showed murderous intent: "Listen carefully, I know you are eager for the Magic Shield Corps to attack, but right now, we cannot attack rashly."
He took a deep breath, and the crazy look just now completely disappeared, and even his eyes became steady: "Those Egyptians don't know that the Magic Shield Corps has arrived. Right now, their attack is scattered and chaotic."
"If we send out the Magic Shield Corps now, we can indeed repel them, but we won't be able to wipe them out in one fell swoop."
The tone of his voice was neither hurried nor slow, but it carried a sense of oppression that was difficult to refute.
"Don't you understand?" Samar stepped forward and slowly walked towards the crowd.
"Their strategy is to use small forces to constantly harass us and weaken our strength. So, they must be waiting for an opportunity to defeat us in one fell swoop!"
"So, if we rashly send out the Magic Shield Corps now, these Egyptians will only scatter and flee. If we let them escape back to the city, it will be difficult for us to take revenge."
"Instead of doing that, why not wait until they gather their forces to launch a general attack and then destroy them in one fell swoop!"
After hearing Samar's words, the generals were stunned at first, then gradually understood. Their eyes changed from confusion to determination, and their fighting spirit gradually began to rise.
Someone suddenly slapped his thigh, widened his eyes and said excitedly: "Yes, your Excellency is right! Since the Egyptians have not discovered the existence of the magic shield soldiers, we should set a trap and catch all their magicians in one fell swoop!"
"That's right!" Another person immediately agreed, "These damn wizards are the backbone of Egypt. As long as we can get them to send out all the magicians who can fight to launch a general attack, we can completely eliminate them in one go!"
With one person taking the lead, others followed suit and the atmosphere in the tent suddenly became lively.
There was no more fear in the generals' eyes; on the contrary, their voices became even more enthusiastic.
"If we can kill all those Heka masters, the Egyptians will be doomed!"
"That's right! No matter how powerful their gods are, they are just alone without magicians!"
"By then, Egypt's core forces will be completely lost, and they will no longer be able to defend the perimeter of the capital. We can then advance calmly and slowly tighten the encirclement!"
"Burn their mines! Take their farmland!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Everyone was discussing this matter one after another, becoming more and more excited and exaggerated as they spoke.
Someone even drew an encirclement line on the map with his hands, and said excitedly: "Let's push forward like this, cut off the retreat of all their mages, and then use the magic shield soldiers to break their last line of defense to pieces!"
"By then, the Egyptian gods will be trapped and die in their own capital!"
Throughout the tent, there were constant conversations. The emotions of the generals were completely ignited. It seemed that everyone had seen the day when he would lead his army to besiege the Egyptian capital and win the final victory.
"Gather all the information immediately. I want to know how many mages these Egyptians have!"
At Samar's command, the generals took action. They rushed to their desks and hurriedly sorted out the reports sent from various garrisons.
Battle reports fell on the table like snowflakes, each one filled with numbers, locations, and the activities of enemy mages.
Samar watched all this expressionlessly, his brows furrowed the whole time.
He leaned on the corner of the table, saying nothing, his eyes sweeping over everyone like a knife, adding a sense of oppression to the busy atmosphere.
At this moment, the curtain of the tent was suddenly lifted, and a tall officer in black armor stepped in.
The movement in the tent suddenly stopped. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the figure.
The black armor glowed faintly in the sunlight, and the badge on the chest shone like a cold star.
His steps were calm, making low "thump thump" sounds on the ground.
The captain of the Magic Shield Corps has arrived.
Without any extra words, he walked directly to Samar, knelt on one knee, and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Commander. The Magic Shield Corps has arrived in Memphis City. I am the captain of the Magic Shield Corps. The entire Magic Shield Corps is waiting for your order."
The generals in the tent held their breath.
They had heard about the captain's fighting power a long time ago, but now, they witnessed with their own eyes the soul of the Magic Shield Corps kneeling down before Samar, and the shock in their hearts was beyond words.
Samar looked down coldly at the kneeling captain on the ground, his eyes narrowed, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Very good." His voice was so low and cold that it made people shudder. "Stand up, Captain."
The captain slowly stood up, his eyes swept from Samar, then turned to the bewildered generals.
"continue!"
His tone was unquestionable, and there was a hint of gnashing of teeth in his voice. "No matter what method you use, find out the number and movements of the enemy mages! I don't want nonsense, but accurate information!"
Samar's figure stood like an iron tower, and his aura overwhelmed the entire tent.
The captain stood beside him and just looked at everyone coldly.
The generals around him were so frightened that they dared not breathe. They nodded repeatedly and hurriedly carried out Samar's orders.
He looked at their busy figures coldly, snorted softly, sat back in the commander's chair, and turned his gaze to the captain: "Let the brothers rest in the city, I have prepared a feast for you."
"When the time comes, you must amaze those Egyptians. Especially an old man who can fly. If you see him, chop off his hands and feet and bring him to me."
"If you can win a great victory, I will speak well of you to the commander-in-chief and ask him to give you more obsidian armor."
The captain immediately knelt on one knee, replied in a resounding voice, "Yes." Then he stood up, turned around and left.
As he watched the captain's back disappear outside the tent, the sneer on Samar's face gradually widened.
His eyes became even darker, his fingers tapped unconsciously on the armrests of the chair, and he kept repeating in a low voice: "Master Heka, Master Heka..."
......
On the other side, in the palace of Holy Egypt.
Nan Tong stood in the center of the hall, knelt on both knees, and then bowed to Lin Ke and reported: "Your Majesty, the three-day series of attacks have made the enemy's command increasingly chaotic. The Hebrew soldiers are exhausted, and the arrival of reinforcements is becoming increasingly slow."
Lin Ke put down the golden cup in his hand and said calmly: "Very good, thanks to you this time. After this great victory, I will reward you handsomely."
Nan Tong bowed his head again and responded in a deep voice: "Thank you for your grace, His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh. This is what an old minister should do."
Lin Ke opened the civilization panel and checked a plot of land outside the city.
That was the new plot of land purchased by Lin Ke, and it was also the one farthest from Cairo.
And the [Builder] had just arrived there.
So he continued to operate in the civilization panel.
"Build: [Farm]."
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