There was a damp, fishy smell in the lobby of the fortress.
The heavy stone walls blocked the light from the outside, leaving only some dim spots of light.
Samar was tied to a stone pillar, the chains on his wrists and ankles dug deep into his flesh, and the blood on the ground had long since dried, turning into red and green marks.
His eyes were dead, staring blankly at the floor, and he seemed to no longer react to anything in front of him.
There were scars all over his face, his nose was crooked, there was blood at the corners of his mouth, and even his breathing seemed weak.
Two soldiers grabbed Samar's arms, one on each side, and dragged him out of the prison almost like an animal.
"stand up!"
They lifted up Samar with all their might, as if he were a discarded object, without caring whether he could still stand.
Samar's heels dragged on the ground, making a dull friction sound, and his knees hit the stone steps with a groan, and the scars on his face twitched in pain.
"Get up, useless man." A soldier sneered, "Don't pretend, it's just a bump. If you don't get up, I'll kick your bones and break them."
The other man pushed Samar forward and threw him to the ground like trash: "Damn it! The commander-in-chief is willing to see you. You should be glad that you were not chopped in two yesterday."
Samar let out a muffled gasp from his throat, his mouth trembled as if he uttered a few words, but he said nothing.
"Shit, he can't stand up."
"Fucking garbage."
Two soldiers pulled him up roughly, and this time, half of his body was rubbed against the floor.
His body had long been tortured to the point of losing strength, and he could only be dragged forward by two soldiers.
The bloodstains and tattered clothes on the ground were the only traces he left behind. The two soldiers just smiled at each other, their eyes full of mockery and contempt: "Hurry up, don't keep the commander-in-chief waiting for too long."
"The old man has no patience to listen to your nonsense. You'd better act like a warrior and go to the commander-in-chief to die."
Arriving at the hall, Commander Lasselil was sitting on the main seat. He had broad shoulders and was covered in slightly fluorescent silk. At first glance, he looked like a statue that had walked out of hell.
His eyes swept coldly over the commanders in the hall. Those generals who usually looked high and mighty were now all half-kneeling on the ground, lowering their heads and not daring to look directly into Lasselil's eyes.
"Samar," Lasselil said, his voice low and cold, like a winter wind blowing through the wilderness, "You not only ruined my strategic deployment, but also lost the entire Magic Shield Corps. Even my captain died on the battlefield because of your wrong command."
His tone was full of disdain and anger, and every word that came out of his mouth whipped Samar.
Upon hearing this, the other commanders couldn't help but look at each other, their eyes filled with contempt and disgust for Samar.
"How dare you come back here?" Lasselier suddenly stood up from his seat, his cloak blowing across the iron chair behind him with a sharp sound, "Why didn't you just die there and be buried with the dead captain?!"
"Are you still worthy of being called a Hebrew warrior?"
When Samar heard this, his body trembled suddenly. A trace of pain appeared on his numb face, and tears seemed to well up in his eyes.
He struggled and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Commander-in-Chief! Commander-in-Chief!"
"Please give me another chance, I will definitely take back everything we have lost! Please let me conquer Egypt again... No, not just conquer! I will burn Egypt and kill all the Egyptians!"
As he shouted, he desperately tried to kneel straight, but the chains made his movements look funny and weak.
The hall was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard clearly. All the commanders looked at Samar, but there was not a trace of sympathy, only contempt and indifference.
Lasselier sneered and shook his head: "Recover? The city of Memphis has been lost, what else can you recover?"
He slowly walked down the platform, walked in front of Samar, and stared down at the defeated general: "You are no longer useful."
"Do you know how I will deal with you next? Let me tell you." He smiled evilly, put his hands behind his back and glanced at the dirty Samar lying on the ground like an animal.
There was even a strange coldness in his tone.
"I will make you experience the most painful torture!"
"I will let you experience the feeling of having every bone from head to toe broken inch by inch, and then immerse you in salt water so that every inch of your skin and flesh will burn like fire."
"Finally, I will put you in an iron cage and hang you outside the fortress wall, letting the wind, sand and scorching sun devour your life day by day, until your flesh and blood dry up and nothing remains."
After hearing these words, the expressions of the commanders froze, and some of them even couldn't help but gasp.
Lathriel turned to look at them and said expressionlessly, "This is what will happen to Samar, and to anyone who dares to disrupt my plans!"
Samar struggled in fear, shaking all over, shaking his head desperately, begging: "Commander-in-chief! Don't... don't do this to me! I am willing to make it up! I am willing to do anything! Please have mercy!"
But his voice was gradually drowned out by the guards' rough dragging and the clanking of chains.
The soldiers dragged him away like a rag, and the hall returned to deathly silence.
Lasselil watched Samar disappear behind the door and said coldly: "Remember, this is the fate of the defeated."
He turned back to the main seat, looked down at the commanders in the hall, and his tone gradually regained its calmness: "However, the situation in Egypt is more complicated than we imagined."
He said slowly: "According to the information I have, the capital of Egypt is now called 'Cairo', and Egypt is also called 'Holy Egypt' by the people of 'Cairo'."
"Their holy pharaoh seems to possess some mysterious power, but no one knows why."
As soon as the words fell, a commander immediately stepped forward and said in a sonorous and powerful voice: "Grand Commander, please allow me to lead the army to attack Holy Egypt immediately!"
Lasselier raised a hand and motioned for him to withdraw: "No hurry."
He scanned the crowd with a sharp gaze and said calmly, "Atlantis is already at the end of its strength. We must first take it down completely, and then free up our main forces to deal with Egypt."
Immediately, a low murmur of agreement was heard in the hall.
The commanders all lowered their heads and followed Lasselil's arrangements.
"We will obey the will of the great commander!"
"We will definitely do our best to live up to your trust!"
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