Everyone listened attentively, offering additional comments or questions from time to time.
Fadhil patiently answered his questions, and before he knew it, he had completely overcome his initial grief and confusion.
At this moment, Fadhil has become the core and pillar of everyone's trust.
As the meeting drew to a close, Fadhil again mentioned the two ministers who had died in the line of duty.
"To honor the contributions of these two loyal and brave men, I have decided to hold a state funeral for them, and I will personally preside over the funeral!"
"At the same time, the family of each fallen soldier will receive triple pensions, and their children will be raised by the state."
Everyone was moved.
"Your Majesty is so kind!"
Fadhil knew in his heart that he had succeeded.
Finally, he stood up straight.
"Everyone!"
"Although His Majesty Saladin has left us, his spirit will always be with us!"
"As long as we continue to uphold his legacy and persevere to the end, victory will eventually belong to us!"
"For His Majesty Saladin!"
"For our ideal country!"
Everyone also shouted in unison.
"For His Majesty Saladin! For our ideal country!"
......
Soon after, Fadhil was standing on the highest observation deck in the palace.
On the distant horizon, dust began to rise, like a dark cloud pressing towards Damascus.
But he was not afraid at all.
"Brother."
"Did you see that?"
"Your people are ready to defend your ideals and honor with their blood and lives."
"This battle must be won."
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