“I can’t see the road!”
"Follow the team, don't fall behind!"
The vision of all the magic shield soldiers was instantly obscured and turned into chaos.
The light above my head disappeared and the horizon became blurred like a crumpled cloth.
The soldiers at the front couldn't tell which was south and which was north, and could only move forward step by step.
Only the magic shield soldiers close to [Master Heka] could vaguely see the enemy in front of them. Their long blades were filled with anger, and they chopped at [Master Heka] who was shining with golden light again and again.
However, these attacks were like stones thrown into an abyss, without any movement.
Even if the sound of blades colliding could be heard occasionally, it only proved that they had indeed hit the target.
On Lin Ke's side, the numbers on the civilization panel also changed greatly.
After [Master Heka]'s status changed to "garrison", the blades chopped on them again, but there was almost no damage.
But to be honest, it's like scratching the nails of your right hand with the nails of your left hand, which is insignificant!
The magic shield soldiers attacked more and more fiercely, but their strength and confidence were gradually exhausted by these almost ineffective attacks.
"Why hasn't a [Master Heka] fallen yet?"
"Damn it! I'm running out of strength!"
Although they never gave up swinging their blades, Master Heka remained standing, his expression unchanged.
"No, if this continues..."
“You’ll be exhausted to death!”
The soldiers wearing heavy obsidian armor were gradually being crushed by their own futility and fear.
However, these soldiers have not received orders to retreat, so they will never retreat. They can only choose to launch an effective attack within the range they can see.
Samar squinted his eyes, but the thick sand and dust in the distance was like a thick wall, completely blocking his vision.
The whistling sounds all around mixed with the sound of weapons colliding seemed particularly chaotic.
He subconsciously took a step back, because even his own soldiers encountered horrifying and tragic scenes after entering the [farm].
The ordinary infantrymen originally followed the magic shield soldiers in the attack, but when they just approached the outskirts of the [farm], their exposed skin began to turn black and crack.
Then, as if the moisture in their bodies had been evaporated by a fierce flame, their bodies gradually shrank, and finally became shriveled and cracked, and they fell to the ground, unable to move anymore.
Samar's brows were deeply furrowed. He did not go forward personally, but because he was still some distance away from the [farm], he could see the outer part clearly.
Obviously, this is no ordinary sandstorm, but it is definitely not a natural phenomenon either.
He turned to look at the magic shield soldiers and found that although they were surrounded by dust, their armor was still intact.
So, Samar immediately came to the conclusion: the sandstorm was obviously a spell controlled and released by Master Heka.
Samar gritted his teeth and said, "Master Heka, it's these damn guys again!"
"Lord Samar," the captain walked to Samar with heavy steps.
His black armor creaked faintly in the dust, and his footsteps seemed particularly steady, as if he was not affected at all. "I have something to say, but I don't know if I should say it or not."
Samar raised his head and just glanced at him, his eyes still fixed on the captain in the distance: "Just say whatever you want to say."
The captain lowered his head and said in a low voice: "Sir, the current situation is unclear. Some of our shield soldiers have suffered casualties. Now, this sandstorm has blocked our vision. It is difficult for us to determine the specific location and number of the enemy."
He paused for a moment and continued, "Perhaps we should retreat temporarily, reorganize our formation, and make plans after seeing the situation clearly."
Upon hearing this, Samar's eyes suddenly turned cold: "Retreat?"
He tightly gripped the scimitar in his hand, and the blade immediately made a heart-pounding "click" sound.
"Do you know how many bases we have lost in these days? Those [Masters of Heka] are just like flies, swarming around us day and night! Now we have finally forced them to this [farm], and you actually told me to retreat?"
The captain lowered his head and said, "Sir, I am not trying to escape, but the situation is complicated. It may be an enemy ambush. If we charge rashly at this time, more soldiers may die."
Samar sneered, his face full of sarcasm: "Ambush? Those arrows were shot individually, how many enemies could there be? What's more, do you think these damn mages have any backup plans?"
Samar frowned and had a gloomy expression.
Although he could hear the captain's concern, he strongly rejected this suggestion in his heart.
Samar firmly believed that those Egyptian wizards could not harm the Magic Shield Corps at all. As long as they could get rid of the "arrow-shooting" thing, victory would belong to them.
His voice was hoarse, and filled with an almost crazy persistence. "No! We can't retreat! Victory belongs to us!"
The captain's face suddenly turned grim. He stood up and said in a tone that no longer contained any respect: "Samar, you don't know how to fight at all."
"In terms of achievements, military strength, and wisdom, how can you compare with me? If it weren't for the commander-in-chief's order, I would not lead the army to this desert."
As he spoke, he took a step forward and looked at Samar with contempt in his eyes.
"The Magic Shield soldiers are the elite of the elite, and their equipment is also very valuable. They are not sent to you to die. These 2,000 people are used to besiege Egypt and complete the strategic deployment. We cannot let you launch an attack at this time."
He stared coldly at Samar's increasingly gloomy face, then turned around and said, "I will lead the Magic Shield Corps to retreat. I will report all of this to the commander-in-chief in the battle report. When the time comes, I will ask him to personally remove you from your position."
Samar's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably as he listened to these harsh words.
He held the scimitar tightly with both hands and even pulled it out slightly.
The failures of the past few days made Samar's already anxious heart even more uneasy. And the captain in front of him who sneered at him even dared to threaten to report him to the commander-in-chief and remove him from his position as commander?
"Don't even think about it!" Samar roared, drew his scimitar, and prepared to step forward to stop the captain.
However, just as he took a step forward, an arrow suddenly flew out from the sandstorm.
The arrow came through the air at an extremely fast speed and pierced the captain's breastplate before anyone could react.
Although the heavy obsidian armor was extremely strong, it was pierced through by the arrow.
The captain's body suddenly stiffened, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.
He looked down at the arrow in his chest and slowly opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
"Captain!"
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