Pharaoh and her queen

Thin bloody smell permeated the surrounding air.

Etis sat cross-legged by the bonfire in a casual posture, meticulously wiping the long sword in his hand, the sharp edge on the blade seemed to tear the void, making people tremble.

The golden cavalry was stationed in an open space outside the town of Luoxik, and only the crisp crackling sound of the occasional burning firewood could be heard. The whole station was as quiet as a wandering ghost.

People in Luoxik Town only dared to take a look at it from a distance, but did not dare to approach it.

The golden armor is also eye-catching in the dark night. From a distance, it looks like a piece of surging quicksand, which can easily take your life away if you don't pay attention.

This team of unknown origins suddenly arrived in Rothik two days ago, the sword light passed by, blood was soaked like splashed ink, and the tragic wailing of the Hittite army intertwined with the fear in their eyes, lingering for a long time.

In the sound of clashing weapons and weapons, the Golden Knights were majestic, fearless, and silently repelled all the Hittite troops stationed here with lightning and flint.

Like lightning tearing the sky.

Like thunder shaking mountains and rivers.

Yazi wanted to split, and his liver and gallbladder trembled.

The town of Rosik, located in the northeast of Kadesh City, is close to the Suez Canal and is the only Hittite pass in the southern part of the China Sea.

A land of five lakes and three states, the importance of guarding the Suez Canal is clear to Egypt, and the countries around Egypt are even more aware.

Hittite did not hesitate to spend unpredictable military expenditures, and sent heavy troops to garrison Luoxik. In the face of interests, how many people can sit still.

Ruthless, indifferent, unruly...

Edith was sitting by the bonfire, but when Hirsch looked up and saw the familiar figure, she couldn't describe the complex aura surrounding Edith, and the muscles on her cheeks couldn't describe it. Trembling involuntarily.

The excited look and the dusty appearance complement each other.

That is the god she has been following, her belief in Egypt, and the king she will sacrifice her whole life to.

Even if she fell into the mud, fell into the abyss, fell into a place where there is no redemption, she knew that as long as she raised her head, that light would definitely guide her out of the endless abyss.

"My king,"

"General Hirsch, welcome back,"

In the golden eyes, there is an indifference that has not changed from the beginning to the end, and a line of extremely difficult to detect fluctuations quietly disappears in the depths of the eyes.

It took Hirsch a long time to regain her composure, and the words that had been accumulated in her heart seemed pale and powerless at this moment.

Etis has been waiting for Hershey to calm down. The two grew up together, not only limited to the friendship they had been with since they were young, but more importantly, the trust they gave when they were forced to fight with their lives countless times.

Countless battles at a disadvantage, countless times bathed in warm blood, wandering between life and death, returning to the army again, almost instinctively reactivated the fighting spirit that was deeply engraved in his bones.

Be fearless and fight without fear.

For faith, for Egypt.

"General Hirsch, your sword," Itis naturally took out the long sword representing the identity of the Egyptian general from behind and handed it to Hirsch.

"King," impressively, he just knelt straight, looked at Ittis, and didn't take the sword. The camp was already stationed on the soft yellow sand, and two deep pits had already appeared where Hirsch knelt down.

Its smiled, stood up as if she didn't care, put the sword in front of Hexi, and said lightly, "General Hexi, my deal with Princess Maneferti is true, but yours The choice is the right I give you to control yourself."

Hirsch seemed to think of something, his expression moved slightly.

Its stood with her hands behind her back, the power that poured out instantly and the heroic and handsome attire were integrated into one.

Slowly turned around and walked into the tent, repeating what he said just now, "General Hirsch, welcome back."

"Yes, my king."

The sound is loud, and the words are crisp, resounding through the night of false silence.