The rebel chiefs and leaders finally realized the seriousness of the situation.
They knew very well that Saladin's main force was composed of thousands of Mamluk cavalry.
They couldn't handle an army like that.
"Someone come! Pass on my orders!"
The rebel leader turned around suddenly and shouted at the messenger.
"All troops, launch a full-scale attack immediately!"
"We must take the entire city of Damascus as soon as possible!"
The rebel leader also gave an urgent order: "Tell the commanders of each unit! Attack with all your strength!"
"Also! Focus on capturing Fadhil! He must be alive!"
The messenger left quickly, and the entire military camp became busy in an instant.
All the soldiers on standby began to put on their armor and pick up their weapons. They began to line up and prepare to launch an attack on Damascus.
The masked man stood at the edge of the camp, looking at the towering walls of Damascus in the distance.
He didn't care about the situation in the camp or the two rebel leaders.
He just stood there alone, and then he called a cavalryman.
"Report the situation here to His Majesty the Lionheart."
"Also, if you find any news about the Arab army, inform me immediately."
The cavalryman immediately agreed, and then he approached the masked man: "His Majesty the Lionheart's Crusaders are ready. As long as the rebels occupy Damascus, they can launch an attack immediately."
"I'm just waiting for your orders, sir."
"You have been lurking in the Arab world for many years. As long as Damascus is captured, you should be able to return to His Majesty the Lionheart."
The masked man just nodded slightly without saying anything more.
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