"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?"
After hearing this, Fadhil just looked around at everyone.
Then he made a bold decision.
"I think we should seek foreign aid, as I've said before."
"That is the aid of Holy Egypt."
Although most people here agree with Fadhil's words.
However, at this time, some ministers who did not know the news only made an uproar.
“This is too risky!”
"Holy Egypt is only an ally of ours and has no obligation to intervene in our civil war!"
"This is our Arab business! We can't let outsiders interfere!"
Another person added quickly, "Even if they're willing to help, we still need to send someone to deliver the message, and Holy Egypt still needs to prepare. I'm afraid it's too late!"
When Fadhil heard this, he just shook his head.
"No, we can go faster."
"The delegation just brought back aid from Holy Egypt, proving that transportation between the two places is unimpeded."
"Besides, the delegation is now relatively familiar with the route."
"If the head of the delegation is allowed to go on another mission, he can directly explain the urgency of the situation to the Holy Pharaoh and request that reinforcements be dispatched immediately."
“This can save a lot of time.”
However, some people still have concerns.
"But the last mission was an exhausting one for the envoy. Now the head of the delegation has just experienced the pain of losing his leader. How can he take on such a heavy responsibility again?"
Fadhil took a deep breath and his expression softened.
"It's a real dilemma."
"But I believe that for the sake of His Majesty Saladin's cause and the future of Arabia, the captain will definitely understand."
"If we don't do this, what will we do if something happens in Damascus?"
"What about the body and tomb of His Majesty Saladin?"
After hearing this, those who opposed it stopped talking.
Fadhil walked to the window and looked at the sky outside which was gradually getting darker.
He spoke slowly after a while.
"Everyone, we must be clear about one thing."
"We are not just defending Damascus for His Majesty Saladin, we are defending a dream, the dream of a united, strong, free Arabia."
"This is what Saladin has fought for his entire life, and we cannot let it be shattered."
"Do you understand?"
The ministers nodded one after another, even those who had originally opposed nodded in the end.
"Well, now we must clarify our respective goals."
"You will be responsible for arranging the funeral of His Majesty Saladin."
"You will be responsible for the city's defense and mobilize all available troops and resources."
"You will be responsible for allocating supplies and ensuring the supply of food and medicine."
Then he turned to a young officer.
"You will depart immediately for our main battlefield and inform the main army of the situation in Damascus. Request that they return as soon as possible."
"At the same time, I will personally discuss with the head of the delegation and ask him to send another envoy to Holy Egypt to seek its assistance."
All the ministers responded in unison: "We will obey the orders of Lord Fadil!"
After the meeting, Fadhil went to the lounge alone to visit the head of the delegation who was still unconscious.
He sat quietly beside the bed, staring at the haggard commander.
A moment later, the captain slowly woke up, saw Fadhil, and immediately struggled to get up.
"Please lie down and rest."
Fadhil held his shoulders. "What you need now is rest and recovery."
The captain spoke weakly, "I! I failed in my duty, sir!"
"Not being able to report to His Majesty Saladin in person is the biggest regret of my life..."
Fadhil lowered his head slightly and sighed.
"I understand how you feel, but now is not the time to dwell on your sorrow."
"We must protect Damascus and the legacy of His Majesty Saladin."
The elder closed his eyes and tears fell again: "I understand... sir..."
"Your Excellency, do you know that the person His Majesty Saladin mentioned most before his death was the Holy Pharaoh?"
"He said that if he were no longer around, there would be only a few people he could trust, and Saint Pharaoh was one of them."
"His Majesty Saladin repeatedly told me not to reveal the true situation in Arabia and his illness to the Holy Pharaoh."
"He was concerned about causing unnecessary concern and interference."
"Thinking about it now, I was so stupid. If I had told the Holy Pharaoh earlier that we needed help..."
When Fadil heard this, his eyes lit up immediately.
"I understand how you feel, but now, I have an important request!"
"I hope you can go to Holy Egypt again to explain our situation to the Holy Pharaoh and ask him to send reinforcements."
The leader seemed a little surprised: "Me? But I just got back, and..."
Fadhil continued frankly: "I know this is cruel to you."
"But you're the only one who's suitable."
"You are familiar with the situation in Holy Egypt and their court etiquette. More importantly, you are the most trusted person by His Majesty Saladin and someone the Holy Pharaoh knows."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
