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The maid gently shakes the huge feather fan to drive away the heat in the autumn afternoon. The bright light wraps around the edge of the light white feathers. With the feathers shaking gently, the enchanting and ambiguous colors stir the air. .

La Balsa sat behind the table and listened to the reports of several officials. He was silent and frowning.

Hetuba glanced at the gloomy face on the throne, lowered his eyes, hesitation flickered in his eyes, and then he took a step forward, bowed and said: "Your Majesty, the army for the conquest has been settled properly, and they can go to battle to repel Egypt after a few days of rest." People, Your Majesty can rest assured that with the current strength of our coalition forces with Syria, the mere 80 people in the hands of Ramoneses are definitely not the opponents of our Hittite army."

Without saying a word, his complexion was still clouded, his tightly locked brows did not stretch a bit because of Hetuba's words, and his fingers wearing a huge gold ring tapped a dull rhythm on the table. The eagle is shining with golden sunlight, and its head is proudly indifferent to everything, which is in sharp contrast to La Balsa's worried face.

"What is the movement of the dead army now?" He asked in a dark tone, scanning the eyes of everyone, equally cold and shrewd.

Hetuba nodded, and replied: "It was very quiet, and there was no movement. The watchers said that everything was as usual. Occasionally, some nearby villagers sent food to the gate of the camp. They did not have any contact with the outside world."

The brown eyes condense an unpredictable shadow, which is an abyss where the sun cannot shine, and hides an inexplicable and mysterious color that makes people feel chilling. "Yeah?"

"Your Majesty, I don't understand something."

"You said."

"Your Majesty summoned the mysterious man who hired the dead army, and he refused to come because he was sick. This is a bold and unreasonable act. Your Majesty is certainly broad-minded and would not care about such a villain, but I can't sit idly by. Reason, how can you tolerate such an arrogant and arrogant person under your nose. I really don't understand why your majesty didn't send troops to encircle and suppress the dead army, but let it go?"

Pulling the corner of his mouth and smiling, he glanced at the people in the tent, and saw that they had the same guess on their faces, he moved his body, leaned on the side of the chair, put one hand on the table and continued to beat the regular beat, Yoyo opened her mouth.

"The Egyptian army is right in front of us. Although we have the advantage of the coalition forces, we can't relax at all. Ramoneses is not a simple character. You have dealt with him for so long. Do you still want me to tell you that he is a What a formidable opponent?" Shen Sheng, and at the same time, his brown eyes, which had never been brighter before, were sinking. "The person who hired the dead army to clash with the Egyptian army, no matter what his reasons are, at least for now, he is not an enemy of Hittite. He dared not come to see me because he was afraid of coming. Yes, this kind of concern is also understandable. Right now, if we rashly send troops, the dead army will definitely resist to the death. At that time, even if the army is wiped out, it will cause us losses. Instead of creating new enemies for ourselves, it is better to hold back the troops first , take a look at what the army of the dead is saying next."

La Balsa's analysis made Hetuba and the others nod in agreement and claimed yes. Several generals saluted and praised his foresight, which caused the man on the throne to burst into laughter, showing great pride without the slightest concealment .

Hetuba bowed again, with a smile on his face, and praised loudly: "Your Majesty is really wise. The short-sightedness of a minister is hard to compare with your Majesty's sharp insights. Your Majesty is really the wise king of the Hittite Empire."

Raising his eyebrows, he was proud of himself, he had long heard his ears callused about the compliments from his courtiers, but he never got tired of hearing them. "Send more people to closely monitor the dead army, and I will know immediately if there is any trouble."

"Yes, I understand."

Leaning comfortably on the soft chair, looking at the gap half covered by the curtain, the bright autumn light by the river crept in quietly, spreading along the exquisite carpet all the way to the feet, bright, vivid and vivid.

The same sunshine, when it fell on the huge palace built against the mountain in Hattusha, added a little bit of intoxicating coquettishness, like those maikos whose eyes are twinkling and teasing, they can always use their provocative smiles Easily confuse you.However, the sunlight at this moment, shining outside the city of Kadeshi full of gunpowder smoke, is so dazzling, and the crisis entangled in the dazzling golden light is everywhere and all the time.

In the north of the Sinai Peninsula, the ambitious Egyptian pharaoh led an army of 80, and vowed not to retreat half a step; in the valley not far away, a mysterious person suddenly appeared, manipulating the dead army known for its fierceness and cruelty. stay here...

These two troubling armies, one far and one near, one is the enemy and the other has an unknown position. This has cast a huge cloud of uncertainty over the bitter battle that has been fought for nearly ten years. The Egyptian army commanded by Ramonsis Needless to say, the army will never withdraw from the Battle of Kadesh unless they are defeated.

What is really worrying is... the army of the dead.

What was their intention, and why did they launch a surprise attack on the Egyptian army, but when the momentum was good, they suddenly withdrew their troops and retreated, and then camped on the banks of the Orondo River, doing nothing else.

War is not a child's play.However, the behavior of the dead army is basically no different from child's play.

In addition to being unable to understand the inexplicable behavior of the dead army playing like children, there is one more thing that La Balsa can't get an answer after thinking hard...

Who, with such huge financial resources and astonishing courage, can afford to hire the notorious death army!

Money is the only reason why the Army of the Dead works for it.Faith is something that the dead army can throw away at any time... As long as the opponent's bid is higher, this army will be able to defect. For them, robbing and killing their old employers is as easy as a piece of cake.

La Balza would like to meet him, this man of great financial strength and courage... Paying for dead soldiers and making trouble for the Egyptians is really the most dangerous game in the world.

How could the arrogant Ramoneses tolerate others challenging him? With his financial resources, it was too easy to buy off the dead army.However, judging from the current situation, the dead army did not join him, they still obeyed the mysterious man.

This alone is enough to arouse La Balsa's full curiosity. What kind of person can make the dead army put the word "faith" above money?

This person is most likely to be more terrifying than the Egyptian pharaoh who stood in the open and fought against the Hittites. His unknown position may directly affect the war to an uncontrollable situation...

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At night by the river, there is always the coolness that seeps into the hair and skin, the brilliant moonlight sprinkles into the rolling river waves, and the silvery expanse rolls away into the sky, just like the reflection of the vast galaxy in the sky, day by day. The two twinkling lights of the stars, the moon, and the water flow together into the deep and boundless night, which is magnificent and magnificent.

The evening wind passed by, shaking the long hair behind her, black waves flew up, and the black shadow supported the moonlight, charming and shimmering.

Quietly listening to the river water singing the eternal songs accompanied by the night wind, one singing and one chorus, one soft and one sharp...the charming and touching ancient accent.

The sound of footsteps behind her was drowned out by the sound of rushing water, but it still disturbed Khaleesi who was staring intently.

Looking back, I saw a familiar face with a bright smile, as if taking away the dazzling moonlight above my head.

"It's so late, why don't you rest?" Walking to her side, trying to ignore the impact of the quiet smile just now, Lemomena spoke softly, and his eyes fell on the river in the distance.

"It's so quiet here." A sentence popped up out of nowhere, answering the wrong question.

Slightly stunned, his eyes flickered slightly, a trace of surprise. "Aziz complained to me just now that he couldn't sleep because he listened to the sound of the waves every day. If he heard you, he would definitely suspect that there is something wrong with your ears."

Covering her mouth and smiling lightly, a flash of light shone in her blue eyes, like moonlight breaking on the surface of the sea, with deep waves. "He can't sleep well because his mind is restless. Who told him to only think of bad ideas to punish people all day long, and let the river god punish him for insomnia."

After finishing speaking, Kalixi chuckled to herself, her bright eyes flashed as brightly as the water surface, but with a charming light that would be overshadowed by moonlight.

Raising eyebrows, saying nothing, followed by laughing, silently.

A gust of river wind sounded, circling and passing by, lifting the hem of the skirt and flying lightly, Khaleesi shrank her shoulders unconsciously.

In a moment, a warm smell came from her shoulders, coming from a black robe that tightly covered her body. The faint body temperature blocked the coolness of the riverside. The familiar and unfamiliar smell made Kalixi startled, a little surprised The faint blue light couldn't conceal a ray of shame that was hidden in a hurry.

Lowering his eyes, he moved hastily, revealing a cramped unnaturalness.The sound of the waves beside her ears suddenly became a little blurry. Just when Lemomena helped her tighten her neckline, and the moment her slender fingers brushed her cheek inadvertently, Kalixi suddenly felt a wave of churning heat. On both cheeks, ignites the scrambled breath of her lips.

Quietly, listening to her heartbeat beating hard on her eardrums, Kalixi tried her best to hide the emotion that was about to overflow from her eyes. Although she seemed a little powerless, she still worked hard cautiously.

"After killing Rabalsa, the Hittites will have no master. Such a big country will be very dangerous for the entire country without anyone ruling it. Right now, the Hittites are fighting Egypt again. How will this battle end? Have you considered these things?" Kalixi asked softly, looking at the silent tall silhouette standing beside her under the wind and moonlight.

After a while, he nodded and looked sideways, a cloud of silvery moonlight hovered in his brown eyes, bright and clear.And her voice was still so calm that no emotion could be heard, revealing an unfathomable sadness.

"In addition to the king, Hittite also has an upper house composed of nobles and high-level officials. They are responsible for all the daily affairs sent to Hattusa in the country. All things are discussed by them and the final decision is made by the king. Therefore, Even if the Hittites are temporarily destitute, the affairs of the state will not be completely abandoned, let alone the country will be destroyed in a day. Once La Balsa dies, the House of Lords will gather nobles from all over the Hittites to elect a Hittite New king, are so many nobles afraid that they will not be able to choose a king? As for this battle, everyone understands that what Pharaoh wanted was far more than just a city of Kadesh, but this Sinai Peninsula. Give him this island, You can end this battle; if you don’t give it, you will continue to fight.”

The blue light flashed lightly, and the tone was a little anxious, and he said: "The king is killed, and the Hittite army will inevitably be in chaos. When the pharaoh comes with his army, the Hittites will be defeated and the losses will be immeasurable. Unless the Sinai is given to Egypt, the pharaoh will definitely die." Won't retreat, Lemomena--"

"Who said that the Sinai Peninsula should be given over to that little pharaoh?" His eyes froze, and a cold light flashed across the bottom of his brown eyes, forming a sharp contrast with the arrogant arc on Lemomena's lips, one sharp and the other joking.

"You!" Surprise, or fear, it was hard to distinguish.