Harris looked at the sharp knife that stabbed his vital part once, his face turned cold, and he stared at Nashadir.
Nashadir smiled and said, "It seems you want to try again."
"Yes, that's right!"
After the words fell, the two people fought together again, and this time the result still ended with Nashadir's victory.
Nashadir said calmly: "Harris, you may think I am joking with you, but you have died three times in my hands just now."
"It would be easy for me to kill you, and I can tell you that your troops are no match for me."
"It would be too easy for me to defeat such an army without military discipline and faith. If you don't believe it, I can prove it to you!"
Although Harris was subdued, he laughed loudly and did not feel any threat of death at all.
"I have to say, Nashadir, you are very talented at jokes."
"My troops are twice as strong as yours. Even the weapons and equipment are stronger than yours. What can you use to fight me?"
Nashadir also laughed, and Henry looked calm.
The last general who was so arrogant in Nashadir, their rebel army defeated him with outnumbered enemies.
His head is still placed on the scale of good and evil in the statue of Anubis.
"We can give it a try. When I defeat your troops, you are welcome to join us."
Harris sneered: "Okay, let's do it."
"But before defeating, you should first think about how to get out.",
Harris suddenly got angry, broke away from Nashadir's control, and ran towards the door.
Harris shouted angrily at the door, which undoubtedly alerted the guards.
But when the guards arrived, Nashadir disappeared like a ghost.
They never found any trace of Nashadir.
Another half day passed. Nashadir, Henry, and another resistance soldier had already arrived outside, and they were rushing back to their stronghold.
Henry looked at Nashadir and said solemnly: "The gap between our troops and Harris's troops is so big, how can we win this war?"
"And this is against the Egyptian troops. To be honest, there are many warriors from our Wahhara tribe among them."
"I don't know how to direct this battle."
Nashadir glanced at Henry and said: "Being indecisive is not something you Wahhara tribe warriors can do."
"This is not your style."
Henry sighed and remained silent.
After you learned of the death of your father today, Henry felt a little lonely, especially in his current state, he was not suitable to continue fighting.
The thought of wielding the knife in his hand at the people in his tribe made Henry lose all energy. He could not do such a thing.
Nashadir naturally knew what Henry was worried about.
"Henry, war is like this. We can't do anything that goes against the principle of victory, but before the battle is won, I will try any way to prevent it from happening."
"That's why I agreed."
"Although there is no hope, it is much better than no hope at all, right?"
Henry looked at Nashadir, not expecting this crazy man to express such emotion.
Henry nodded and said, "I think you are right."
He sighed and stopped thinking about it.
Accompanied by the starry night, they set out towards dawn in the darkness, but before dawn arrived, the darkness was so long that not many people knew whether they were heading in the right direction.