A few days later at dusk.
The outskirts of Damascus.
The rebel camp was now bathed in a bloody afterglow.
After several days of continuous siege, an excited atmosphere of impending victory began to spread in the camp.
In the largest tent in the center of the camp, three rebel leaders were sitting there.
The rebel leader sat in a luxurious chair taken from the baggage they had captured, a gift from a caravan bound for Arabia.
Apparently, some caravans were unaware that Damascus was under siege, and by the time they approached, it was too late.
The rebel leader was now carelessly turning a gold ring.
"Tsk tsk, this little thing must be worth a lot of money."
Opposite him, another rebel leader just raised the corner of his mouth slightly and didn't say much.
As for the other side, there was always a masked man wearing a black mask sitting there.
He was the one who had brought the Mamluk cavalry before. Although he spoke very little, he always made the other two people pay attention to his reaction.
Just then, a soldier covered in dust strode into the tent and knelt on one knee.
"Report to the leader, good news!"
"Our siege vehicles have smashed open a gate in the southwest corner of Damascus!"
"Our first batch of soldiers has entered the city!"
Cheers immediately broke out in the tent, and the rebel leader stood up suddenly and grabbed the soldier by the collar.
"Ha! Are you serious?!"
The soldier nodded heavily and spoke excitedly.
"Absolutely true, sir!"
The rebel leader let go of the soldier and turned to look at his allies and the mysterious masked man.
A long-lost smile appeared on his face, a twisted expression mixed with the pleasure of revenge and the joy of conquest.
"Hahaha! I've finally been waiting for this day!"
"I knew that as soon as Saladin died, our chance would come!"
The rebel leader then gracefully raised the glass in his hand.
"We can celebrate our victory in advance! Of course! This is largely thanks to our distinguished guest."
He bowed slightly to the masked man and said, "If it weren't for the siege vehicles and Mamluk cavalry you brought, the siege wouldn't have been so smooth!"
Another rebel leader quickly echoed: "Indeed!"
"I want to thank you, too!"
The two leaders simultaneously turned their gazes to the masked man.
In the light of the fire, only a tiny scar on the other person's chin could be seen, and the rest of his features were all hidden in the shadow of the black veil.
But even if they can't see the face clearly, they can still feel each other's aura.
It was a cold and powerful oppressive force.
"Thank you both for your kindness."
The masked man's voice was unexpectedly calm.
There was neither the ecstasy of a winner nor the pride of a hero.
It was as if all this had nothing to do with him at all.
"It was the warriors of the two lords who actually captured the city."
The rebel leader laughed and said, "You are so modest."
"But I have to say, I've never seen such an efficient siege device. The design is simply perfect!"
"I don't know where you brought this stuff from!"
The masked man just waved his hand gently when he heard this.
"It doesn't matter."
"But I need to reiterate it again."
"What I want is Fadhil, the living Fadhil."
"As for the rest, it has nothing to do with me."
The corners of the rebel chief's and the rebel leader's mouths curled up more and more.
"Don't worry! We issued an order two days ago to capture him alive. I believe our soldiers will strictly follow our orders."
Another rebel leader also quickly stated: "Yes, I have told my men that whoever can capture Fadil will be rewarded with a deben of gold coins."
The masked man said nothing, but nodded slightly.
Then, the rebel chief and leader came outside the tent.
They looked at Damascus in the distance, where smoke was rising, and just breathed a sigh of relief.
"but....."
“I still don’t understand why he’s so obsessed with Fadhil?”
Hearing this, the rebel leader simply shrugged.
"Who cares?"
"Maybe it's a personal grudge, but as long as we get what we want, nothing else matters."
The two were immersed in their joy when a cavalryman covered in blood suddenly rushed to the tent and dismounted quickly.
Then, he came to the masked man, leaned over and said something quickly in his ear.
A few minutes later, the masked man slowly walked out of the tent and gently patted the rebel leader and chief on the shoulder.
"Two."
"I just received news that the main Arab army has won a victory in the north."
When the rebel leader heard this, he was stunned at first.
"What?! This is impossible!"
“How could it be so fast!”
The rebel leader and the rebel leader looked at each other, with only shock and panic on their faces.
The masked man continued to speak calmly.
"Nothing is impossible. That's Saladin's mainframe army."
"The rebels' defeat is only a matter of time. I think they ended the battle so quickly because they must have heard the news from Damascus."
"So, we don't have much time."
"Once the main Arab army arrives, we will all be buried here."
"I'm afraid we must also make a quick decision."
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