The rebels rushed towards Damascus excitedly.
Just as the rebels were about to reach the city gate, an passionate shout that resounded through the heavens and earth rang out like thunder.
"kill!"
"Kill all those who blasphemed His Majesty Saladin!"
"Witness us, Your Majesty Saladin!"
Immediately afterwards, Arab flags were neatly and densely packed on the city walls.
At the city gate, a team of cavalrymen in black armor marched out, holding sharp scimitars and spears, with ferocious faces.
The leading general was the defending general who had encouraged Fadil on the city wall last night.
He was wearing armor, an iron helmet, and riding a pure black horse, like a god of war descending to earth.
"My warriors!"
He raised his sword high and his voice was like thunder.
"The time has finally come for His Majesty Saladin in heaven to bear witness to our loyalty and courage!"
"Raise your weapons!"
"Follow me, charge—"
The soldiers behind him responded with thunderous cheers, their morale reaching its peak.
He led hundreds of elite cavalrymen and rushed out like arrows, attacking the unsuspecting rebels.
"kill--"
The general took the lead in the charge, and his voice shook the sky.
The rebels were caught off guard, and the front-line soldiers were scattered before they could even raise their weapons.
The two rebel leaders were stunned by this scene and didn't know how to respond for a moment.
They ordered the defenses to reorganize, but it was too late.
The rebels near Damascus suffered heavy casualties as they were forced to flee in disarray by the cavalry that rushed out of the city.
“Follow me!”
The general roared like thunder and swung the sword in his hand like lightning.
He was like a ruthless killing machine, leaving corpses and rivers of blood wherever he went.
"Go straight for the enemy's head!"
"kill--"
As he spoke, he cut the throat of an enemy soldier who was trying to launch a sneak attack with his sword, and then pointed at the two rebel leaders in the distance.
Obviously, as soon as the enemy leader died, the danger to Damascus would be immediately eliminated.
Many elite knights immediately followed the general, forming a wedge formation and galloping towards the direction of the two rebel leaders.
At the same time, on the walls of Damascus, archers who had been lying in ambush began to line up and take their positions.
With a command, hundreds of feather arrows soared into the air, covering the rebel positions like a dark cloud.
A dense rain of arrows fell, instantly reaping hundreds of lives.
The rebel formation was in chaos, and all the rebels in the front began to flee backwards.
"Hold the formation! Hold it!"
The rebel leader shouted anxiously, but he could no longer control the situation.
He watched his troops being eaten away bit by bit, his face turning pale.
At this time, the commando team led by the general had broken through several enemy lines of defense and was only a hundred steps away from the rebel leader.
On the other side, Fadhil on the city wall was watching this scene solemnly.
Everything that is happening now stems from the general's request to Fadil not long ago.
......
"Your Majesty Fadhil!"
"I think your feigned surrender plan is very feasible. If I lead the cavalry charge, the enemy's first wave of attack will surely be crushed!"
"If I can kill the rebel leader, the crisis in Damascus will be completely resolved!"
When Fadil heard this, he just shook his head a few times.
"No! No way!"
"This is too dangerous. Once you leave Damascus, it will be difficult to return!"
"If the enemy counterattacks, we must close the city gates!"
"Then you will have no way out!"
"The defense of Damascus still needs your command..."
Fadhil was speaking but the general just cut Fadhil off.
"Your Majesty Fadhil!"
"You should know this clearly! This is our only chance to protect Damascus!"
"So what if it costs me my life?"
"Just promise me! There's no one more suitable than me!"
"Even if we fail, we can still severely damage the enemy's morale!"
"Your Majesty Fadhil!"
......
Fadhil looked at the general charging into the enemy camp and simply took a deep breath.
His fists clenched unconsciously.
Because his generals could no longer return to Damascus.
If he fails, his fate will be sealed.
"kill--"
On the other side, the general had already arrived in front of the rebel leader.
"Someone come! Someone come quickly!"
One of the rebel leaders hastily raised his knife to block, sparks flying.
The rebel leader was quite good at riding horses, and for a while he fought the general to a draw.
But the general was a veteran of many battles and was very experienced. While the opponent's arm was numb from the collision of the weapon, he quickly changed his tactics and slashed the sword horizontally, heading straight for the opponent's neck.
At this critical moment, a rebel soldier, regardless of his life, rushed forward and hugged the general's horse's legs.
The warhorse lost balance, and the general was forced to give up the fatal attack and quickly pull the horse back.
The general roared angrily and swung his sword backhand, splitting the soldier in half.
At this time, the rebel leader had come to his senses and roared as he ordered his guards to besiege the general.
"Kill him! Kill him!"
"Kill him and I'll reward you handsomely!"
"Gold! Beauty! Be my adjutant!"
"Kill him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of elite guards rushed towards the general at the same time.
But the general was like a god of war at this time. He fought dozens of people alone and did not lose the upper hand. His black horse rushed left and right on the battlefield, and the enemy soldiers fell down wherever the horse's hooves trampled.
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