"You still don't want to thank me?"
A general beside Saladin stared at the two men trembling on the ground.
"Thank you! Thank you, His Majesty Saladin, for not killing me!"
The two Arabs stood up tremblingly, as if they had not yet recovered from the fear they had just experienced.
When their eyes met that of the general, they immediately realized again that the threat of death was not far away.
They were only safe temporarily.
"We...we don't know what happened either!"
“Jerusalem now looks as if it were rebuilt by magic!”
“But Jerusalem was not like this at all when we left!”
Saladin saw the panicked reactions of the two and just said calmly: "Calm down."
"Describe in detail what you saw and heard when you left."
The two looked at each other, one of them swallowed and took a step forward.
"When we set out, Jerusalem was indeed just a ruin! The walls had collapsed, the streets were filled with rubble, and the only people left in the city were the Hebrews and the soldiers of the Holy Egyptian League."
"At that time, there were believers from four sects in the city. Saint Pharaoh told us that the sect that contributed the most to the reconstruction of Jerusalem would be given more power..."
At this moment, the cavalryman who heard this opened his eyes wide and said, "Ah! That's right!"
"Father, there are four distinct districts in Jerusalem, and that fits in with what he said!"
The elder nodded vigorously as if he had been saved: "Yes! Yes! If so..."
But soon, his expression became confused again.
After all, even if everyone worked together to rebuild Jerusalem, it would be impossible for Jerusalem to be completely rebuilt in one day.
Especially the four areas with completely different styles made him even more confused.
Because that means that the promise of the Holy Pharaoh has been fulfilled.
But how was Jerusalem rebuilt?
"interesting."
Saladin stroked his beard thoughtfully.
"The Holy Egyptian Alliance has just conquered this place and should still be in the process of consolidating its rule."
"It is obviously unreasonable that such a large-scale reconstruction project was completed in such a short time."
"Cavalry, listen to the order, we ..."
At this moment, a strange sound came from a distance.
All the cavalry immediately rushed forward and guarded Saladin.
In the distance, a huge figure gradually emerged.
It was a giant elephant, nearly four meters tall, with its trunk raised high, and its back decorated with gorgeous gold fabrics and peacock feathers.
The elephants were surrounded by dozens of horsemen, their armor gleaming in the sun.
The rider on the giant elephant was a burly woman.
She was dressed in armor made of a mixture of leather and metal, with an eagle feather crown on her head and a huge axe in her hand.
She is none other than the leader of the Malacia clan herself.
"Giant elephant?"
"The Persian elephant?"
"Father!"
The cavalry seemed a little nervous. After all, to them, the giant elephants were their "natural enemies".
In such areas, elephants are not common, and a female general riding an elephant to fight is unprecedented.
The majesty of this exotic atmosphere made a deep impression on every Arab present.
"She's here to negotiate."
"After all, I brought a large army."
Saladin said lightly, and he immediately ordered the surrounding cavalry to disperse.
"Your Majesty Saladin!"
When Malacia arrived, she first performed a simple Amazonian greeting to the legendary sultan.
Place your right hand on your chest and raise your left hand to your forehead.
Seeing that Malacia seemed to have no hostility, the cavalrymen finally loosened their grip on their weapons.
"Your Majesty Saladin, I, the Amazon leader Marasia, greet you on behalf of our great Holy Pharaoh."
"He welcomes you to Jerusalem, and His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh has ordered me to come and greet you."
Saladin looked at the Amazon leader. He could see that although he was polite, he had the tenacity of a strong warrior in his bones.
This was completely different from the women in other civilizations he was familiar with. After all, in the Arab world, even noble women rarely appeared in public.
Not to mention a place like this.
"Thank you for your greetings, Lord of the Amazon."
Saladin responded with equal courtesy.
"I am also looking forward to meeting the legendary Holy Pharaoh."
“He was able to rebuild Jerusalem in a short period of time. This is simply a power that only God has.”
Malacia's lips curled up slightly: "You are right, this Jerusalem was built with the power of God."
After these words were spoken, everyone was stunned for a few seconds, only Saladin remained calm and kept smiling.
"His Majesty the Saint Pharaoh has prepared a welcoming banquet for you. He specifically instructed that you, the guest who has come from afar, should be received with the most solemn etiquette."
Then, she glanced at the Mamluk cavalry behind Saladin: "These warriors must also need rest and supplies."
"Don't worry, there are enough camps and food supplies prepared in the city."
Several generals behind Saladin exchanged wary glances.
Because, in Arab military tradition, accepting supplies from the enemy is a risky act.
After all, no one knows whether the wine is mixed with love drugs or whether the food contains deadly poison.
And Malacia was keenly aware of this, she just added in a calm tone.
"Our soldiers will be wined and dined together."
"Not only that, Saint Pharaoh has also specially arranged a friendly competition."
"Mamluk cavalry versus the warriors of the Holy Egyptian League. This will allow us to get to know each other and learn from each other in the arena."
This proposal aroused the interest of the Mamluk cavalry.
Saladin nodded slightly.
"Then I'll trouble the clan leader to lead the way."
"It is my honor to be invited by the Holy Pharaoh."
Maracia responded with a polite bow, and then she gestured to the soldiers behind Saladin.
"Please follow me into the city."
"The Holy Pharaoh has hosted a banquet in the palace. He looks forward to discussing the common future of our two civilizations with you."
Saladin pondered for a moment, then ordered his troops to tidy up their appearance.
Thousands of Mamluk cavalry quickly formed neat columns, ready to follow the war elephants of Marasiya into Jerusalem.
Saladin followed behind Maracia, looking at Jerusalem in the distance, and spoke slowly.
"We have heard of the great name of the Holy Pharaoh."
"But I want to know how long it took the Holy Egyptian Alliance to prepare for the attack on Jerusalem?"
Malacia answered without hesitation: "About... a month."
As Marasia finished speaking, Saladin's generals looked pale.
And Saladin just raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
“It’s really amazing.”
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