In the morning, when the military generals of the major tribes in the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia were debating whether to hold on or withdraw in the chief's camp, a package was delivered to the chief.
As the guards took out the items from the package one by one and placed them on the table, perhaps because the contents were too shocking, the voices of the arguments gradually disappeared, becoming so quiet that it was scary.
First there is a pair of golden scimitars, the handles of which are inlaid with precious stones, the shape is gorgeous and simple, the blades sparkle, exuding a soul-stirring green light.
Everyone present recognized this pair of scimitars. Not long ago, they cut off the heads of two enemy legends.
Next is a bra wrap, a common attire for desert women, but the material is a bit special, woven from the molten silk of the abyss. It is invulnerable to invulnerability, water and fire, and is an expensive item that only nobles and wealthy businessmen can afford.
Then, there was a torn white silk cloth.
It was as precious as the material of the bra wrap, but it was torn from it, and was stained with transparent mucus, exuding a foul smell.
The great chief's two eyebrows were furrowed deeper and deeper, and anyone could tell what kind of misfortune had befallen the owners of these items.
Finally, the guard took out a small transparent glass bottle from the package.
The desert generals came over and saw a bright red, slightly twitching piece of meat in the small glass bottle.
At the request of the chief, the medical officer obtained instruments and scanned the meat.
Information about the meat piece is quickly displayed on the instrument's screen. Looking at the rows of small green characters that were refreshed, the medical officer's eyes widened in shock, his face gradually turned pale, and his legs could not stop shaking.
Because the screen shows:
Biological DNA Information: Asashiro
Tissue component: heart
The desert snake's heart was sent back, which was like a bolt from the blue to any Saudi Arabian.
"Sand God is on top!"
The generals knelt down one after another. Grief, anger, pain, and shame enveloped the camp.
"Start the war, start the war!"
"Tooth for tooth, blood for blood!" "Revenge for Ashasilo!" "Let the pigs of the Red Country pay for their debt with blood!"
"I swear that I will hang the Prime Minister of the Red Kingdom upside down on a cactus and expose him to the sun until he becomes a mummy!"
For a time, the crowd was so excited that everyone wanted to pick up their weapons and rush out of the city to fight the enemy to the death.
However, the chief's expression became increasingly depressed.
Of course.
He looked up at the dome, and after a long while, he let out a long sigh:
"well……"
He closed his eyes and said in an extremely sad voice, "We lost..."
"Let's face it, we, we..."
"Already lost!"
The volume suddenly increased.
"We have already lost!"
The voice trembled, and the tone changed due to excitement, revealing great unwillingness and grief.
"We have already lost!"
The great chief of the desert, Saladin IX, clenched his fists tightly and his body could not stop shaking.
After a while, he calmed down and said slowly:
"It's time to go back..."
"Return to Dafangzhou."
"Use your last strength to protect our homeland."
The voice was calm but full of unwavering strength.
"Great Chief, no!"
"Eye of the Sandstorm", Aladdin Basem, the most outstanding military genius in the continent, knelt down heavily and said sadly, "The time has not yet come, so we cannot withdraw our troops rashly!"
"Once we lose the barrier of the city wall, the enemy will pounce from all directions like wolves, tearing at our flanks and cannibalizing our army."
"The Sun of Set is the patron saint of the people of the desert. As long as we persist until summer, the hottest time of the year, it is time to regain control of the situation."
"The scorching sun and scorching heat will greatly delay the enemy's speed. At that time, it will be the best time to withdraw!"
Aladdin Barsem finished his plan in one breath, but Saladin IX did not follow his advice as usual, but shook his head vigorously.
"We've run out of time."
"Before the blazing sun returns to the earth, our homeland has long since fallen."
"Our enemies will invade Bam, burn our city, and slaughter our people."
"so……"
"Even if we have to pay the heaviest price in the world, we must break out and go back to protect our country and people!"
"God of Sand!" Aladdin Basem objected loudly, "The cost of breaking out is immeasurable!"
"It's even possible that the entire army will be annihilated!"
"A country that has lost its army is like a sand leopard that has lost its claws. What else can we do to protect it?"
Protect our land and people! "
"So Lord Chief, please think twice before you act!"
"You are right..." Saladin IX's eyes dimmed, "Eagle of the Desert, you are right..."
"The cost of the breakout is immeasurable."
"We will lose many loyal warriors, some, most, or even all."
"But at least..."
"The people of the desert will know that their country has not abandoned them!"
"The people they respect, love and admire have not forgotten them!"
"Thousands of years ago, in order to survive, the tribes of Da Fangzhou were killing and robbing each other every day, competing for the pastures of cattle and sheep, and competing for the wombs of women."
"And today, thousands of years later, we have a unified, complete and united country, the great United Kingdom of Gratamu Tribes!"
"Maybe we'll die on the way back."
"This is the tragedy that this era has given us."
"But the people of the desert will not lose confidence in the country because of this."
"As long as the tribes in the desert unite as one, one day we will come back here and conquer our enemies with scimitars and courage!"
The chief's words caused everyone to fall into silence.
The meaning is very simple. As long as the sand people are united, the country will not perish. However, if the troops guarding the country watch their homes being invaded in order to protect themselves, the people will lose confidence in the country. Even if force is preserved, the country only exists in name only.
Aladdin Basemu, who was the first to wake up, knelt down and shouted loudly, "Long live the United Kingdom of Gratamu Tribes, and long live the Great Chief!"
"Sand God is above, my country will never be destroyed!"
"The Sand God is above, the kingdom is eternal!"
The generals of all races shouted, and the dull and gloomy atmosphere was gradually replaced by passionate excitement.
"Send us military orders!"
"All major tribes and major legions, pack up your gear and set off back home at dawn on the third day!"
As the chief's order spread to all parts of the desert army, the Saudi Arabia's core strategy changed from holding on to breaking out. Countless desert warriors put away their tents, piled their luggage and dry food on vehicles or carts, covered them with windproof cloth, tied up windproof ropes, and quietly waited for the moment to set off.
With the arrival of dawn on the third day, a migration across half of the continent began.
