The battle broke out instantly.
The Mamluk-led cavalry raised their voices slightly: "They are Saladin's men!"
“Kill them!”
The Mamluk cavalry poured into the delegation camp like a tide, their scimitars flashing coldly in the moonlight, and every swing took a life.
"Protect the leader! Break through!"
The mission's guards bravely stepped forward, using their bodies to block the cavalry from the commander of the mission.
The Mamluk cavalry displayed a terrifying fighting prowess.
They did not make any tactical moves, but just mechanically executed the order to "kill them."
There was no roar, no shouting, not even the sound of breathing, only the dull thud of the blade cutting into flesh and the sound of blood splattering.
"ah!"
A young member of the delegation had his arm cut off by a knife and fell in a pool of blood, wailing.
Another member of the delegation was trampled by the cavalry and his body torn to pieces by the horses' hooves.
The leader watched his companions fall one by one, his heart broken, but he was powerless to do anything.
He knew that he had to survive.
Someone must take the news to Holy Egypt!
"Captain! Let's go! Let's stop them!"
Several surviving guards drove camels to the leader and cleared a bloody path for him.
The regiment commander nodded with tears in his eyes and rode his horse towards the weakest point of the encirclement.
Behind him, his companions were risking their lives to buy him time to escape.
The rebel leader noticed the captain's intention and shouted sharply: "Stop him!"
"Don't let him get away!"
In an instant, more than a dozen Mamluk cavalrymen turned their horses and pointed directly at the fleeing commander like black arrows.
The rebel leader continued to give orders in his emotionless voice.
"Kill him!"
"Archers, release!"
"Don't let him leave here alive!"
More than ten arrows were shot at the same time. The captain dodged left and right, but one arrow still pierced his shoulder. The severe pain almost made him fall off the camel.
He endured the severe pain and urged the camel to speed up.
He heard the screams and horse hooves of his companions from behind, but he didn't dare look back and could only run forward desperately.
As the night deepened, a strong storm blew up in the desert. The yellow sand blocked the view, but also covered the leader's escape route.
He could feel the cold blood draining from his wounds and hear the relentless pursuit of the Mamluk cavalry.
"Your Majesty Saladin..."
"Your Majesty Saladin..."
The head of the delegation murmured the name of Saladin in a low voice and continued to drive his camel along the designated route.
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