“Huff—”
The desert wind blew Saladin's robe.
Under the golden sunlight, he was on his warhorse, looking at the city of Jerusalem in the distance.
He was dressed in simple but neat white clothes, a green turban, his beard was neatly trimmed and his face was calm.
His eyes were deep, and even under the scorching sun, he was constantly observing the situation in the distance.
That was him keeping alert.
Behind him, thousands of Mamluk cavalry stood in formation.
They wore uniform light chain mail, bronze helmets, curved Mamluk swords hung from their waists, and held silver-studded spears.
Obviously, this was a well-disciplined, elite force from another civilization.
Even after marching at high speed and traveling long distances, they were still able to maintain neat formation.
Although the horses were agitated, they were still easily controlled by the riders.
Many of them have learned the art of horse riding since childhood, so they can almost become one with the horse.
"Father!"
At this time, a young Mamluk rider rode forward, with an expression of disbelief on their faces, and their horses were foaming at the mouth due to the long journey.
"Report to father!"
The leading cavalryman dismounted from his horse and knelt on one knee.
"The situation in Jerusalem is completely different from the intelligence!"
Of course, this title is not a regular military rank in the legion, but a honorific title that reflects the special relationship between the Mamluks and Saladin.
Each Mamluk was personally selected and trained by Saladin, just like his own sons.
Therefore, people called Saladin "Father".
"How is it going?"
"Is it a desert illusion?"
Saladin asked, his voice was not loud, but it made the man who came to report swallow his saliva.
"I checked it up close, Father!"
“That is indeed the real Jerusalem, and the banner of Holy Egypt is flying on its walls!”
"Jerusalem! It has been completely rebuilt!"
The cavalryman almost shouted this.
"The city walls are standing, the streets are neat, the market is bustling with people, and the fountains are gurgling. That is a brand new city!"
These words caused a great uproar in the tent. Several senior generals immediately stood up, their faces shocked.
“Nonsense!”
"Jerusalem was just conquered by the Holy Egyptian Alliance. It's only been a day or two. How is it possible that the city has already been rebuilt?"
"These bastards must have been bribed by the enemy!"
A general in a gold-edged robe shouted angrily, his voice rising higher and higher.
"You are deliberately spreading false information in an attempt to disrupt our military deployment!"
Saladin just frowned slightly when he heard this: "Are you sure it's not a desert illusion?"
The desert illusion that Saladin mentioned is actually a mirage.
The cavalryman just shook his head vigorously: "It's not a desert illusion, father!"
"you......"
Just as they were about to explain, two Arabs arrived on camels.
They were messengers sent back from the city of Jerusalem to report the news, and just now, their expressions looked a little tired.
But now, they just opened their mouths in surprise, because they also heard the conversation between the cavalry and Saladin.
But what shocked them even more was the completely built city of Jerusalem further away.
"What?!"
"What's going on?!"
"Jerusalem? How come it's already here?"
“How come they are all built already?!”
The two of them were looking at the scene in the distance, while Saladin's cavalrymen were casting vicious glares at the two Arabs.
"Father, these are the two!"
"How dare you! How dare you pass on false information to my father!"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone's eyes were directed at the two poor Arabs like sharp swords.
You know, deceiving your master is a capital crime.
As a result, they clearly felt the approach of death, and sweat dripped down their faces.
Just as they swallowed their saliva, trying to understand the current situation and then explain it, the young cavalryman mustered up the courage to break the silence.
"Father! I swear in the name of Allah, we have never deceived you!"
"We saw it with our own eyes. It's not an illusion in the desert! It's absolutely true!"
The older cavalryman almost immediately rushed to fill in the blanks. He had to tell Saladin what they had seen and heard in Jerusalem before Saladin spoke again.
"Father! We approached the outskirts of Jerusalem from three different directions, and each time we saw the same sight!"
"It's a vibrant city, not a ruin at all!"
The young cavalryman interrupted him eagerly, and then quickly added: "That's right! We also learned some information from some refugees outside the city!"
Just when the generals around Saladin showed anger and didn't want to listen anymore, Saladin raised his hand to stop the people around him from talking.
"Go on."
The older cavalryman quickly added: "The reason they came to Jerusalem is because they heard that a new sect called Linkism had appeared in the city!"
"They only accept a hundred believers a day, and they say they can provide food and shelter!"
"For this reason, there are long queues at the city gate every day, and people are willing to wait all night long!"
"So, that definitely can't be a desert illusion, there are living people there!"
“They came here because of Jerusalem!”
After these words were spoken, the people around fell silent again.
The generals looked at each other, not knowing how to understand this sudden and inexplicable information.
"Link religion?"
"What is that?"
"What father hates most is these pagans! Why has Jerusalem become like this now?"
"And you! Didn't you say that Jerusalem was in ruins and needed to be rebuilt?"
"My father came here in person, and you dared to pass on false information!"
"Someone, kill these two guys right here!"
As the general spoke, the two Arabs who were delivering the message froze in place out of shock.
Their lips trembled, but no words came out of their mouths.
“Sa…Sa…”
They fell to their knees with a plop, their minds going blank.
Saladin looked at Jerusalem from afar again, his brows slightly frowned and then relaxed.
“It’s too early to punish them now.”
"If what they say is true, we may be facing a monarch who is more powerful than we can imagine."
"After all, according to rumors, the Holy Pharaoh is a very powerful figure."
"We must first understand the situation in Jerusalem."
"Tell me, both of you."
As soon as Saladin said this, the two soldiers holding scimitars put their weapons back into the scabbards.
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