Noon.
The scorching sun scorched the plains outside Damascus.
Two huge armies slowly converged from the east and west, and the dust they raised was like a brown cloud, covering the sky and the sun.
The rebel flags fluttered violently in the wind, with the symbols of various tribes and forces mixed together.
Obviously, they did not share the same beliefs and loyalty to the same leader as the Arabs in the city.
In the western army formation, a burly leader rode on a black and white warhorse.
At the same time, on the eastern side of the army, another rebel leader was lazily leaning on a camel.
The two armies met about ten miles from the walls of Damascus.
A rebel leader rode forward, stopped in the open space between the two armies, and called out loudly.
"I hope you are well."
A leader smiled and signaled his men to stop, then rode a camel to a rebel leader.
"You seem to be in good spirits. Why, are you impatient to capture Damascus?"
A rebel leader grinned, revealing a row of jagged yellow teeth.
"Rather than being eager to attack the city, I was more shocked by the situation in front of me."
"Look over there—"
Then he pointed in the direction of Damascus.
I saw that the city wall in the distance was empty, with only a few flags waving weakly.
At the main gate, the city gate was wide open, and there was no sign of any defensive preparations on the city wall.
"You didn't expect that, did you?"
"That idiot Fadhil actually opened the city gate! He actually surrendered!"
"It seems that our threatening letter frightened him quite a bit."
The other rebel leader narrowed his eyes and observed carefully.
"Isn't this too easy?"
"Tsk, I still can't believe it. Do you think this is a trap?"
When the rebel leader heard this, he just sneered.
"Hahaha? A trap?"
"What kind of trap could that be? Do you think Saladin is still alive?"
“Although that Fadil is Saladin’s brother, he is not even as good as one of Saladin’s toes!”
"Even if it's a trap, I'm going to take a chance and see what he's capable of!"
However, the other rebel leader was still very cautious.
"It's better for us to be cautious and send a few cavalrymen to check the situation first."
At this time, the rebel leader who had just spoken waved his hand impatiently.
"Why waste time?"
"You have to understand, if this isn't a trap..."
At this moment, he licked his dry lips, and a morbid excitement appeared in his eyes.
"Then! We will be the first to capture Damascus!"
“Just think about it, Saladin’s wealth, Damascus’ beauties, power… all will be ours!”
The light in the eyes of another rebel leader changed when he heard this.
He stared at the open city gate, and eventually, the desire that gradually grew in his heart overwhelmed his caution.
"you're right!"
"We have waited for this moment for too long. When Saladin was alive, we had to hide in his shadow and live like rats!"
"And now..."
As he spoke, a puff of air suddenly blew out of his nostrils.
“And now we can walk into Damascus with honor!”
"This place is finally ours!"
"Ah! How I wish I could see Saladin's head hanging on the city gate!"
Having said that, the rebel leader sighed.
"It's a pity that I didn't see Saladin die."
"They say he died in his bed. That's really boring."
"I wanted to chop off his head myself and hear his screams before he died."
When the other rebel leader heard this, he just laughed grimly.
"It's okay. We can find his body and take good care of him for Fadhil."
"Now that we have become the masters of Damascus, the previous agreement is naturally no longer valid."
"But... there is one thing I want to make clear in advance."
Hearing this, another rebel leader immediately understood what he meant.
"Just tell me, how are we going to divide it?"
The rebel leader who had just spoken continued speaking with a smile.
“It’s very simple.”
"Once we enter the city, my men will occupy the eastern part of the city, including the palace and the main market. Your men can control the western part of the city."
"Everyone is free to move as they please, and the goods they obtain belong to them."
"Of course, we need to discuss the central treasury and the armory again."
Hearing this, the other rebel leader immediately frowned.
"The East District is a prosperous area! The West District has nothing to offer except a few military camps! This isn't fair!"
But the rebel leader who had just spoken continued.
"But there are granaries in the west, and your cavalry is better suited to controlling open areas."
"Besides, I heard that the palace contains treasures collected by Saladin during his lifetime, which are priceless."
"Isn't this possible?"
"Or, let's do this."
"How much each can get depends on their ability."
"But no one can regret it."
The other rebel leader weighed in and grinned.
"That's best."
"But we have to add one more thing."
"Anyone who resists, whether military or civilian, will be killed without mercy. I don't want to see my soldiers die in Damascus."
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