After Fadil finished speaking, he deliberately paused here for a moment.
He observed the crowd's reactions.
Many ministers nodded, but a few showed worried expressions because they believed yesterday that sending an envoy at such a sensitive moment was a risk in itself.
So, they had roughly guessed what Fadhil was going to say next.
"last night."
Fadhil's voice immediately dropped an octave.
"Just a few hours ago, their heads were thrown into the city."
As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a bomb exploding in the hall.
The originally quiet hall suddenly became lively, with all kinds of sounds intertwined.
But Fadhil did not give the ministers time to talk. Once people started talking, some uncontrollable negative emotions might begin to spread.
So Fadhil spoke immediately.
"Everyone, do you understand what this means?"
"This is a blatant trampling on us Arabs!"
"This is an act of war!"
"His Majesty Saladin's body is barely cold, and these guys are already about to cause chaos!"
"What should we do now?"
The general of the defending army last night immediately responded.
"We must fight back! Let the rebels have a taste of their own medicine!"
Sure enough, as soon as they spoke, the fear in some people's eyes immediately weakened a lot, or even disappeared.
Then, Fadhil raised his hands and signaled everyone to be quiet again.
His expression at this moment was extremely sad. Of course, this was because he knew very well that he had to convey a message to the ministers.
We are one, and if anyone kills us, we will take revenge.
"These two ministers are the best among us."
"They went to the enemy camp with our commission, but met with this misfortune."
"Their families haven't heard the news yet... I've sent people to comfort them, but no matter what, this loss is irreparable for us."
When he said this, his voice was choked and his right hand clenched into a fist.
This outpouring of genuine emotion resonated deeply with everyone present. The once noisy hall fell into a dead silence, with only Fadhil's painful breathing being audible.
"But there's more!"
"What's even more outrageous is——"
At this time, Fadhil took out two letters from his arms and slammed them on the table.
"These two letters the enemy sent along with the head!"
He now described the contents of the letter in a tone full of grief and indignation.
Then, amid everyone's surprised gazes, Fadhil continued speaking.
"Not only did the letter boast about their 'achievement' in killing the envoy, it also claimed to have obtained information about the death of His Majesty Saladin and that our delegation seeking assistance had been intercepted!"
"They arrogantly demanded that we open the city and surrender, otherwise they would massacre our compatriots and our families!"
"Even! They want to hang the head of Majesty Saladin... Majesty Saladin on the city gate!"
By the end of his speech, Fadhil's voice was almost a roar, and he stood up from his seat.
His hands were on the table, veins bulging.
This scene moved everyone present. Many people's faces turned red and their eyes were bloodshot. They couldn't wait to pick up their swords and fight the enemy to the death.
"How dare they blaspheme the great Saladin!"
"This is simply unbelievable! This is no longer a rebellion, but a humiliation to the entire Arab nation!"
"They are courting their own death!"
Fadhil waited until the anger of the crowd had subsided a little before he continued speaking.
"Okay, everyone!"
"What should we do in the face of such provocation?"
"The enemy wants us to surrender and put the lives of our compatriots and families in their hands!"
"What are you going to do!"
Many ministers below were already enthusiastic, but a small number still showed hesitation.
Fadhil knew he was close to success.
"Everyone! Please ask yourselves!"
"If His Majesty Saladin were here, what would he do? If we choose to surrender today, then the cause that His Majesty Saladin has fought for his entire life will be destroyed in an instant!"
"Arabia will return to its fragmented state, and our children and grandchildren will never have peace!"
"The enemy wants us to open the city gates and surrender!"
"As followers of His Majesty Saladin and defenders of Arab civilization, what should we do?!"
At this moment, the hall was boiling.
The ministers stood up one after another, and some even took off their headscarves.
People expressed their willingness to follow Fadhil to face the national crisis.
"We are willing to follow Your Majesty until death!"
"Although I am only a civil official, and I am powerless, I am willing to dedicate my life to my country!"
"It is better to die in glory than live in disgrace!"
"We would rather die in Damascus!"
Even Fadhil was infected by the enthusiasm of the crowd.
He looked around and took a deep breath.
"good!"
"In that case! Then we must act immediately!"
He quickly unfolded the densely packed map and pointed to various locations.
"I have drawn up a defense plan. Please implement it according to your division of responsibilities. First, we need..."
Over the next hour, Fadhil elaborated on his strategic deployment.
He not only considered military defense, but also involved many aspects such as food distribution, public appeasement, and intelligence collection.
Each department was given clear tasks and goals, and even arrangements were made for when to replenish supplies.
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