swear to love heaven

Too much time wasted. If you want to catch up with Khaleesi in Syria, you need to run non-stop day and night, and the Hittite border is completely blocked to search for the kidnapped Muhali and his accomplices, so that you want to leave Hittite. The most difficult thing right now.

Looking at the map, Lemomena and several people gathered around the table, discussing in a low voice. Aziz entered the room and came to her, glanced at the marks on the map, and said softly to her: "If you move at night, everything will be fine." arranged."

Look sideways and nod.Looking at the few people at the table, his eyes flickered, and the fleeting uneasiness flashed across his eyes, leaving no traces quickly. "Rescuing Khaleesi is my personal business. I can't ask you to take risks to help me. I can understand anyone who wants to quit before taking action."

The unfaltering gaze came from the few men who had been with him day and night. Their resolute faces showed a trace of displeasure at being questioned. No one spoke, and no one left.

After a while, Aziz pointed to a marked city gate on the map, raised his eyebrows and smiled. "This is the door to heaven."

His puns made several people laugh out loud at the same time. In that hearty laughter, there is a tacit understanding hidden for many years, as well as the indifferent casualness of life and death...

Lowering his head, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and Lemomena's silent smile was as free and unrestrained as they were, with a layer of gratitude added.

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The huge double-layer wooden city gate is extremely difficult to break through from the outside.However, if it is opened from the inside, it is relatively easy.As long as the soldiers defending the city are captured, it is not difficult to get out of the city.

That night, a group of night raiders suddenly appeared beside the city gate immersed in the night. After they attacked the guards guarding the city at an extremely fast speed, they opened the city gate and escaped. When the army rushed from the barracks to the city gate, they could only stand under the city gate, looking at the black sky filled with dust and thick smoke. Besides, there was only the howling night wind tearing the shadows cast by the moonlight at their feet.

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A valley shaped like a knife-axe split, a figure tightly wrapped in a black cloak sits on the horse, and the exposed eyes shine with firm light, just like the breath that blooms from the cloak as deep as the night, condensed, determined, Unshakable.

"We'll split things up here, and everything will go according to plan." Lemomena said, his voice was soft but clear.

"Yes, please take care. Raschel and I will arrive at Kadeshi City according to the agreed time, please rest assured." Kusina sat on the horse, nodded lightly, then looked at Aziz, and said: "Aziz Here, protect Lemomenna."

Laughing, nodding, no one needs to tell him about this, he has always stood in the position of a protector, never neglecting the slightest. "Yes, don't worry."

"See you in Kadeishi City." Pulling the rein, Lemomena's clear voice shook and scattered in the wind along with the dust from the horse's hooves.

Kusina and Raschel, who were behind them, nodded again to Lemomenna's rushing back, and responded lightly. "Yes, see you in Kadesh City."

"Father, is it not safe to send a dozen people to protect Uncle Muhari back to Pangting Hill?"

Withdrawing his gaze, he pulled the rein and drove the horse towards his subordinates. "We attacked the guards with such fanfare and escaped from the city. They must have thought that Muhali and we had both escaped, and would not have guessed that he stayed alone. Don't worry, nothing will happen. There must be a large number of people in the city to chase after us now. We will not pay attention to small movements in the city."

Raschel still seemed to be a little worried, but still nodded, followed Kusina to join his subordinates, and disappeared into the thick night from another road.

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The maids gently cleaned the messy ground, and the roasted golden whole sheep was lying on the overturned table with a tempting aroma, broken dishes were scattered around, and a few fruits rolled down the wall , a piece of wine and soup dripped down along the marble steps, and the golden wine glass poured aside reflected the bright firelight on the roof, reflecting a small figure kneeling down on the steps.

"Haven't caught it yet!? Why haven't you caught it yet! We sent out so many people, just to catch a seriously injured death row prisoner. It's been ten days, and we still haven't found anything. You let them raid the city gate and escape Hattusha, you trash Damn it all!" With a furious roar, the soaring rage had ignited the temperature in this gorgeous palace, his bloodshot eyes were wide open, radiating a cold light that could swallow people, and La Balsa stared at the silent place under the steps. Silent servant.

No one answered, and an air of uneasiness filled the minister's bowed body. At this time, keeping silent was the wisest thing to do.

"Come here, let the general guarding the city bring justice to others." He slapped the armrest heavily with his palm, and even his short beard trembled in anger.

"Yes." The guards on both sides of the hall stepped forward, nodded, walked towards a general, dragged him up and walked out.

The general who defended the city didn't even have the energy to shout for injustice, and was escorted out of the hall quietly.During this period, several courtiers secretly glanced at each other, saw the same worry in each other's terrified eyes, and then quickly looked away, lowering their heads even lower.

"Where's Tukcha?"

After a while, a middle-aged minister responded in a low voice tremblingly: "Lord Tukecha is still on the edge of the city to understand the situation."

"It's already this time, why do you still know what's going on! Send someone to find him." He roared impatiently.

"Yes, yes." The grown-up just got up and walked backwards. As soon as he reached the door, he saw Tu Kecha's hurried footsteps.

"King." Tukecha nodded.

He glanced at him with a cold expression. "What did you find?"

"The people who raided the city gate were those who robbed the death row prisoners. They headed east, but the pursuers hadn't returned yet. I sent another team to reinforce them. There should be news of them the day after tomorrow at the latest. .”

He snorted coldly and remained silent.

"Your Majesty, I have a...battle report here, please have a look." Tukecha took out a roll of parchment from his sleeve, held it with both hands hesitantly, and lowered his eyebrows.

The maid stepped forward to take the parchment, came to La Balza's seat, and bowed to present the battle report.

Take it, open it.

For a moment, his complexion changed in vain, and he stood up abruptly. His originally gloomy complexion suddenly became darker and more gloomy, almost as cold as the dark night before the snowstorm.

"Damn it!"

Tukecha glanced sideways at the ministers beside him, and several ministers immediately read a more dangerous message from his warning eyes, each of them carefully controlled their breathing so as not to disturb the breeze.

La Balza clutched the battle report and almost crushed the thin parchment. He paced back and forth, and the urgent sound of his leather boots resounded throughout the hall. The rhythm echoed in everyone's ears, like the beating of death The sound of the door.

"Your Majesty, the nobles support you unanimously. They are willing to contribute their meager strength to defend against Egypt. They will hand over their private army to the King, and you will lead it yourself." Tukecha said while bowing, his head hanging to block the attack. There was a helpless light in his eyes.

Personal conquest has become the only way to go.If La Balsa continues to refuse to come to the battlefield in person, I am afraid that Hittites will face another war. The dissatisfied nobles will become powerful opponents who threaten La Balsa's rule. The regime is already in jeopardy.

After understanding this truth, no one dared to say "no" to Qin Zheng, including King Hittite himself.

Frowning tightly, with dark clouds in his brown eyes, La Balsa stood in front of the throne, silently looking at the minister kneeling at his feet, his dark eyes could not even be illuminated by the bright lights in the hall.

Five days later, the news of La Balsa's personal conquest was announced to the whole country, and there was a burst of cheers on the Anatolian plateau. , bringing Hittite the good news of defeating the Egyptian army.

However, whether La Balsa is waiting for the honor of a complete victory or the disastrous defeat of the entire army, none of the upper-level Hittite officials and princes and nobles dared to hold the kind of arrogant ambition before the war began. I'm going to assert myself.