Harris locked eyes with Henry, his eyes sharp and fierce.
Henry frowned, seeming to be intimidated by his aura.
Nashadir stood up and said: "We don't know what you have been through, but you are indeed wielding a butcher knife at our compatriots now!"
"If you look like this, you don't even need the title of warrior. Why do you have the nerve to claim that you are the commander!"
Harris withdrew his gaze, looked at Nashadir, and stood up. His huge body almost opened the military tent.
He stepped down from above and looked directly at Nashadir.
"You have never experienced the horror of the French. If you had not given me the same experience, you would never have said such a thing."
He turned around and yelled at Henry: "Henry, do you know what happened to your father, our bravest warrior in Valhalla!"
"He was beaten to death by the French!"
"When I collected his body, he was kneeling on the ground as if begging for mercy. Not a single bone in his body was intact. They were all broken. You know what this means!"
There was a roar in Henry's head, as if he was struck by lightning.
He stared at Harris in disbelief: "It's impossible. The chief of our Wahala tribe will never die in a humiliating gesture!"
Harris laughed miserably: "If I hadn't witnessed the whole process, I wouldn't have believed it was true."
"Your expression now is exactly the same as mine at that time, hahaha..."
Harris laughed miserably. He looked at the others and said, "And this way of death is considered good among the chiefs who refuse to cooperate."
"I have seen more cruel and horrific ways. Believe me, you definitely don't want to see such a death."
Henry was silent in the sadness of his father's death, unable to extricate himself.
Nashadir glanced at him, looked at Harris and said solemnly: "Stop it, you are afraid of death, you can't be called a warrior at all!"
"Shut up!"
Harris pointed his finger at Nashadir and said angrily: "How could someone like you know what I've been through!"
"How can you understand the terror of the French!"
Nashadir looked at Harris's fingers and placed his hands somewhere on his waist: "Don't you want to know the answer?"
"Aren't you saying that I don't know what you've been through?"
"Okay, then I'll prove it to you now!"
Immediately afterwards, Nashadir moved sideways to Harris' side, and he had no time to react.
Henry was stunned as he watched Nashadir aim an extremely sharp knife at Harris's vitals.
"I can tell you now that you are no longer a warrior." Nashadir said coldly.
Harris laughed and said calmly: "What does it count now?"
"Are you threatening me?"
"Look at the knife in your hand. It's so small. What harm can it do to us?"
"Don't you want to kill me with this knife?"
Nashadir smiled: "You can try it."
At this moment, Harris suddenly used his strength, turned sideways, trying to avoid Nashadir's sharp knife, and blasted Nashadir's face with both hands.
Henry looked shocked, not expecting Harris to suddenly attack.
He quickly pulled out the gun from his waist and aimed it at Harris' head.
But the moment he pulled out his gun, the fight was coming to an end.
Henry watched as the situation reversed. Harris's vital part had been pressed with a sharp knife, but this time it was changed from the abdomen to the neck.
He should have thought that Nashadir was very good at martial arts. He had once competed with Nashadir.
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 mine."
"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 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 now rests 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.
When he thought of wielding the knife in his hand at the people in his tribe, Henry had no energy at all. He couldn't do such a thing.
Nashadir naturally knew what Henry was worried about.
"Henry, war is like this. We have no way to violate the principle of victory, but before the battle is won, I will try any method 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, not many people knew whether they were heading in the right direction in the long darkness.
