Then he pointed to several red dots on the map.
"Look everyone, these are the main rebel strongholds."
"Right now, our main force is fighting the largest rebel force and cannot return to Damascus any time soon."
"According to the latest intelligence, several tribes in the north have begun to stir up trouble and may seize the opportunity to cause chaos at any time."
At this time, an elderly military minister spoke with concern: "Master Fadhil!"
"Without His Majesty Saladin's personal command, I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to cope with the pressure of fighting on two fronts."
Fadhil nodded in agreement, “Yes.”
"So, we must make good use of the supplies we brought back from Holy Egypt this time."
"These grains can stabilize the people's hearts, these weapons can strengthen the city's defenses, and these medicinal herbs can treat the wounded."
"These supplies can buy us valuable time before the main force returns."
He paused for a moment, a clear plan already forming in his mind.
"First, His Majesty Saladin's funeral must proceed as scheduled."
"It's a tribute to him and a way for us to show the country that even in times like these, we are united."
"Secondly, we must strengthen the city's defenses and be prepared for possible attacks."
Another minister frowned slightly and raised his own concerns: "But what if the main force cannot return in time?"
"After all, the defenders of Damascus are not enough to withstand an organized rebel attack."
"And now, if the news of His Majesty Saladin's death spreads, the scattered rebels nearby will surely unite."
"What should we do then?"
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