"Holy Egypt! The Magician of Holy Egypt!"
"Do you understand?!"
"We lost thousands of our brothers! Look! We brought back less than half of them!"
The one who said this was the rebel leader who attacked Damascus.
He was yelling with a red face and thick neck at this moment, but there were two other people with the same red faces as him.
Apart from another rebel leader who attacked Damascus, there was the rebel force that was defeated in the battle with the Arab army.
The rebel troop was led by the rebel cavalry captain.
When he learned that Holy Egypt was also involved, he just turned pale.
"What?!"
"Why are people from Holy Egypt getting here?!"
Another rebel leader continued, "How should we know?"
"What should we do now? All our plans have been disrupted!"
"I said, we should gather our forces in one place and launch an attack on Damascus!"
"Now it's over! Our army has been cut in half, and morale is extremely low!"
"Tell me! What should we do now?"
But after hearing this, the rebel cavalry captain simply stepped forward and grabbed the opponent's armor, and even put one hand on the hilt of the sword.
Seeing this, the rebel leader just came up to dissuade them, but the rebel cavalry captain's voice almost shattered their eardrums.
"Gather? How to gather?!"
"The original plan was for me to lure away Saladin's army. If they were still in Damascus, we wouldn't have any chance of winning!"
"I am the one who sacrificed the most in this battle! Do you know how many Mamluk cavalrymen I killed or wounded?!"
"As for Holy Egypt, who could have predicted that they would come to support Damascus!"
"No matter how much I say, it's useless to you useless bastards!"
"If you had a decent Mamluk cavalry unit, how could you be beaten so badly by them that you couldn't even fight back?"
"What a waste! What a waste!"
At this moment, the rebel chief and the rebel leader turned their attention to the masked man standing alone on the side.
He didn't say anything, but they had a lot of opinions about the masked man.
"Who says we don't?!"
"He clearly has a Mamluk cavalry unit, but when the Holy Egyptian magicians attacked us, I asked him to cooperate and use his cavalry unit!"
"But he didn't listen to my advice at all and just left with the cavalry!"
When the rebel cavalry captain heard this, he frowned and looked at the masked man.
"What?"
"So, you left Damascus directly with the cavalry?"
"We won't get this close to victory again!"
The masked man listened to the other party's excited words without reacting.
After a few seconds of silence, people heard his faint voice, as if what they were talking about was just an unimportant topic like the weather or dinner.
"The number of cavalry is not enough to suppress the enemy."
"That's suicide."
“I do things I’m not sure of.”
As soon as these words were spoken, the scene became chaotic, and it seemed that the four rebel leaders were about to start fighting in the next second.
Only after one of the rebel leaders drew his weapon did the masked man speak again.
"Venting off your emotions won't help."
"What we need to do now is to gather our forces immediately and head to the northwest."
"I can get another batch of weapons, and you guys can find a way to continue recruiting soldiers and expanding the army."
"We must leave here before the Arab army returns to Damascus and attacks us."
After hearing the words of the masked man, the chaotic scene gradually calmed down.
The rebel cavalry captain simply closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
Although he didn't say anything, everyone present could feel that he was like a volcano about to erupt, and it seemed that he might pull out his weapon again at any time.
"Three years and three years."
"Only after Saladin's death did we get this precious opportunity!"
“Why, why!”
"We are so close to success, victory is even within our grasp..."
"Damn it! Damn it!"
"That damned Holy Pharaoh! That insidious Holy Pharaoh!"
"He actually sent support to Damascus at this time?!"
"What on earth is he planning?! What on earth is he going to do?!"
"If we ever capture Damascus, I will gather all the Mamluk cavalry to the border and plunder his city!"
"I want him to..."
Even as the rebel cavalry captain cursed viciously, the masked man just continued to speak coldly.
"What a fantasy."
"How dare you declare war on Holy Egypt?"
"You didn't even dare to provoke the Hebrew Empire, which was defeated by Holy Egypt. Now, you dare to declare war on Holy Egypt?"
"I'll repeat myself one last time: venting your emotions is of no benefit."
As soon as these words were spoken, the other three people immediately fell silent and didn't say anything more.
"If we unite temporarily now, we can at least fight against the main force of Arabia or the magicians of Holy Egypt."
"Damascus needs to be defended now. If they unite to pursue us, we still have a chance to turn around and attack Damascus again."
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