The other side.
When Elisha quietly left the basement, the eastern sky was still pitch black.
He carefully navigated the countryside relying on his memory of the terrain, his experience of herding sheep, and his ability to listen to sounds.
This place is different from the village where he lives. There are not many places to hide.
Even when passing through some sections of road without any shelter, one can only twist the body and move slowly on the ground.
Of course, there were still a few corpses lying in some places, but in order to pass through this area safely, Elisha could only continue to crawl along the ground.
He had no choice.
Even though blood soaked his shoes and clothes and the coldness seeped into his skin, he didn't care at all.
......
"Look, Elisha."
"At that time, the Holy Egyptian League headed to Jerusalem from there."
"Where did you say it was?"
"Just go over that little hill ahead and you'll see the road."
"Oh? Really? I thought it was far away from the village you used to live in."
......
Elisha remembered the words of David, the city lord. At that time, David also pointed out to Elisha the route that the army of the Holy Egyptian Alliance took on its way to Jerusalem.
Of course, at that time, His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh still existed in their hearts, and none of them knew what the five words "His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh" meant to each other.
But David's words once again provided help to Elisha at this moment.
That helped Elisha determine his direction, and he knew that if he found that road, he might be able to find the Holy Egyptian Army.
It is possible to find His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh!
Then Hebron would be saved!
David's revenge will be avenged!
However, things did not go as smoothly as Elisha had imagined.
He had only climbed halfway up the mountain when he heard a noise coming from afar, a noise that was getting closer and closer.
The sound of horse hooves, human voices, and the crisp sound of swords clashing.
He quickly squatted down, hid behind a concave rock, and stuck half of his head out to observe.
About a hundred meters away on the road, a group of armed men were stopping a bullock cart loaded with goods.
The people in the car were a family of refugees who had managed to escape from the city of Hebron.
But they were unlucky and were intercepted by armed men on the road again.
Elisha knew that their end would be dire.
"Get down here!"
"parking!"
Sure enough, within a few seconds, they were roughly dragged out of the car.
The man was pinned to the ground and beaten, the woman screamed heart-wrenchingly, and a child about ten years old was frightened and crying loudly.
As for the two old men, their bodies became stiff when they were dragged down. Elisha estimated that if they did not get any help, the two old men would probably die within ten minutes.
Elisha instinctively wanted to rush out to save people, but reason quickly suppressed this impulse.
After all, he is just a teenager now. If he relies solely on his own strength, the possibility of defeating the opponent is almost zero.
No, to be precise, there is no such possibility.
He was alone, while the other side had more than a dozen people. Obviously, any rash action would only result in his death.
So Elisha bit his lip, forced himself to continue hiding, and wait for an opportunity.
"Hand over everything valuable!"
A burly armed man roared and slapped the man on the head, making him dizzy and disoriented.
"What's she hiding? Tell me the truth! Otherwise, I'll chop her hands off!"
When the man saw his wife's arm being grabbed, he fell to his knees with a thud.
"Please spare us, sir! We are honest farmers and don't have anything valuable!"
The farmer begged desperately, his face swollen from being beaten.
"fart!"
"I think this cow is quite valuable. If you don't have money, you can use this woman to pay off your debt!"
At the command of the leading armed man, his men began to search the ox carts and luggage.
"Sir! Spare my life! Sir!"
"I beg you! Please..."
Elisha held his breath and dared not move.
Those fearful and desperate voices cut into his heart like a sharp blade.
He gritted his teeth, hating himself for being powerless.
He remembered the words of His Majesty the Holy Pharaoh at that time, but now he had to continue to be patient and wait.
A gust of wind blew, and the dead branches and fallen leaves made rustling sounds. The sounds attracted the attention of people in the distance and almost exposed his position.
He felt a chill run up his spine and his heartbeat was as loud as a drum.
Just as several people surrounded the man and beat him up, his wife took the opportunity to stuff a small bundle into their son's arms.
Then, she lowered her voice and said, "Run!"
The child understood and took advantage of the robbers' inattention to escape into the bushes on the side of the road.
Elisha saw this scene.
He suddenly had an idea, picked up a branch, and threw it hard in the opposite direction of the child's escape.
Sure enough, a sharp-eyed robber immediately noticed something unusual after hearing the sound.
"Damn it! That guy ran away!"
"That bitch let that kid get away!"
"Go after him! That guy might fetch a good price."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's wife was beaten and kicked by several people, which led to even more terrible curses and beatings.
As for the other seven or eight armed men, they immediately dispersed and searched in the direction where the sound had just appeared.
Several of them were looking in the wrong direction, which made Elisha think that the child might be able to survive.
He felt nervous and excited.
He was actually able to save a child with his own strength!
In any case, at least he did mislead the armed men and made them head in the wrong direction.
So Elisha poked his head out slightly again and observed.
At this moment, he saw two people striding towards the direction where he was hiding.
Elisha's heart almost jumped out of his chest. He quietly reached for the small dagger at his waist, which he had picked up on the way here.
Obviously, if the other party discovered him, he would have no choice but to fight to the death.
The sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, and Elisha could even hear their panting, as if some ferocious beast was constantly spewing gas from its nostrils.
He gripped his weapon tightly and held his breath completely.
He tilted his head slightly so Elisha could be sure he could spot the other person at the same time the other person spotted him.
As time passed, the gradually slowing footsteps and the increasingly rapid breathing made Elisha feel as if each day was a year.
"Where the hell did that bastard go?"
"If I find him I'll break one of his legs."
"Hmm? What is this?"
At this time, one of them bent down.
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