[Mummy] Eternal Life Spell

On the day when the master's plan was implemented, the sky was clear and the sun was hot, but these people who lived in the hot desert all year round were not afraid of the scorching weather at all.The consecutive defeats in the past few weeks made them secretly hold a sigh of relief while losing their momentum.

How dare this little Hittite offend the majesty of Great Egypt?Egyptian soldiers were not afraid of death, because they believed in their high priest and believed that they were favored by the God of War. Even if they died in battle, their souls could gain eternal life and go to another country.As for the Hittites, they would be cursed by Anubis and they would be overwhelmed by Seth's wrath.

General Moaitobuhe looked at his soldiers. Although they failed one after another, they were never cowardly. The resolute expression made him nod secretly and gritted his teeth.If, even if, that foreigner's trick doesn't work, then the lives of these good soldiers will be lost in vain, and more importantly, they will not be able to fulfill His Royal Highness Ramesh's entrustment, when the time comes...

Mr. Moaitobuhe stood on the city wall and looked at the 300 Egyptian soldiers who looked at death as if they were at home. Their eyes were as indifferent as looking at 300 puppets, which was in stark contrast to Moaitobuhe's worries.

"I have ordered my soldiers, I hope you are not trying to turn them into gifts for your surrender." The general sarcastically said.

"Don't worry, General Moaitobuhe." The wind on the city wall blows up the gentleman's white robe and long hair, drawing beautiful and willful arcs in the air one after another.The gentleman smiled slightly, and he didn't know whether it was his confidence in his own mind or the mockery of the general, "You will see later whether this gift from me is a gift of surrender for the Hittites. Now, it's strange to wait. It's boring, why not set up a table on the city wall, taste the tea I made, and play a game of chess, how about it?"

"I'm not in your mood, foreigner. If your people are fighting on the battlefield, I wonder if you still have the damn mood to make tea and play chess." Moai Tuobuhe snorted coldly, crossing his arms Looking under the city wall in the distance, it seemed that he didn't intend to pay any attention to Mr. who was still at ease.

Hearing this sentence, the ambiguous arc of the corner of the gentleman's mouth did not change, he just shook his head slightly.If it is his people?Heh, this Moaitobuhe should be thankful, the 300 soldiers who were used as bait are not his people... Mr. also ignored Moaitobuhe who made him feel uncomfortable, just called Tiyabuka, Let him move a table, as he said, make tea and play chess.

Because he began to participate in this war, and now the command of one side of the army has been handed over to him, so from now on, every time someone is sacrificed on the battlefield, no matter the enemy or his own side, the curse on him will increase. Last 50 years... Mr. looked at the calm surface of the tea, a trace of helplessness and sarcasm flashed in his amber eyes.

Time has made him calm down a lot, but he still can't change his character.He knows what kind of person he is. He loves the battlefield and the blood splashed during the fight, because he was born for war, and the blood and violence in his bones have not gradually disappeared because of the passage of time. As it got worse, he could only put on this gentle skin, deceiving himself and others.

Now, he will try to avoid extra lives in his hands, but when he has to do it, he won't care about the number of lives in his hands, because he has lived for such a long time, and he doesn't care about so few.

"Mr. Fisherlila..." Tiyabuka called out cautiously when he saw that the husband had not moved for a long time.

The gentleman came back to his senses, sighed, and put down the teacup.

"...Sir, are you worried? Worried that the plan will fail and General Moaitobuh will execute you?" Tiyabuka glanced at the general who was still standing still waiting for his soldiers, and lowered his voice sound.

"No, you are worrying too much, Tiyabuka." The gentleman shook his head, "The Hittites' retreat is a foregone conclusion."

Tiyabuka blinked, and looked at the husband with some hesitation, his hesitant expression successfully attracted his attention.He raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Tiyabuka, and said leisurely, "You want to know why?"

Tiyabuka quickly lowered his head, looking cautious and trembling, as if he felt that being too curious was a sin and would be punished by his master.

"Actually, the reason is very simple." The gentleman didn't pay attention to the expression on Tiyabuka's face. He didn't even have the slightest intention of punishing him. He just drooped his eyes carelessly and said lazily, "It's located not far from the northwest of Stiland. , is the birthplace of the Roman River. The terrain there is rugged, the drop is large, and the continuous water flows out from the underground river, giving birth to a vast and precious forest around it. Tiyabuka, take a look at this map."

The gentleman got up and walked to the map, then nodded to Tiyabuka, who immediately ran to the place chosen by the gentleman in three steps, bowing respectfully.The movement here also disturbed General Moitobuch. He glanced at this side, but he was probably embarrassed, so even if he didn't understand what the Easterner was planning, he still stood there motionless. He just secretly turned his attention to Mr.

"What did you see?" The gentleman asked softly in a persuasive tone.

"I..." Tiyabuka looked at the rough map that marked the approximate terrain location, and frowned, a little hesitant.

Just as he was looking at the map in a daze, something tapped his head lightly. When he came back to his senses, he raised his head and found that Mr. was holding a thin wooden stick in his hand. out of reach. "The gods created Stilander's unique terrain advantage, you have to learn how to use him, Tiabka."

The gentleman's voice is very soft, but unexpectedly gentle and magnetic, like a glass of pure wine, with gentleness and tolerance. When Tiabka heard it, he felt as if he was drunk, his cheeks were slightly red, and he immediately panicked He lowered his head slowly, so as not to let the husband see his strangeness.

"I asked 200 elite soldiers of General Moaitobuch to use this week to cut down the trees around the source of the Roman River, and then build a civil engineering project at this place." The wooden stick in Mr. A place marked with some pointed symbols, as he said before, the terrain of the upper reaches of the Roman River is rugged, which represents small hills.

The position that Mr. pointed to is in the middle of a group of sharp-edged symbols, that is, the basin area with a lower altitude than the surrounding area. The three source rivers of the Roman River just converge here to form the main road of the Roman River, surrounded by mountains, but leaving A small mouth for the passage of the river.It happens to be pocket-shaped, making it an excellent site for a dam.

"Every day, someone is slowly raising this dam, blocking the upstream water in this pocket. Tiyabuka, if you are careful, you can find that it is like a ribbon around Stelland The Roman River, which passes through the main city, has now dried up. This is not the reason for the hot weather, after all, the Roman River is not a seasonal river."

The gentleman paused, then pointed to the other two locations on the map, which were not far from the city wall, which were the locations he and General Moaitobuhe mentioned before. "The bait of 300 people will lead the Hittite army here, and then quickly withdraw to this high point. At that time, the upstream dam will be destroyed, and the accumulated river water will pour down, just like the flood season of the Nile, flooding the place located The Hittite soldiers in the low places, as for the Egyptians, where they stand, will become isolated islands in the river, the only refuge in the flood. After the water recedes, the land will become difficult to walk, and the Egyptian soldiers only need to stand For this benefit, just shoot arrows at the Hittites struggling in the mud."

Having said that, Mr. put the wooden stick into Tiabka's hand, then raised the corners of his mouth slightly, patted his shoulder, and said softly: "Look, Tiabka, soon, our city wall will , is an excellent viewing stage." With that, he returned to his seat and sat down.

Tiyabuka was stunned on the spot. He recalled what his husband said just now, and then looked at the map. His face became more and more gloomy. He could only hold the wooden stick in his hand tightly to keep himself calm.After a long time, he put down the wooden stick and returned to his husband silently, looking at this man with the power to change nature with admiration.

As Sir explained, the Egyptians managed to lure the Hittites to the designated location.Seeing that in an instant, the torrential flood rushed across many Hittite troops, the sound of water drowned out the screams, and one life after another was swept away, but the Egyptians, except for some who did not have time to run to the high place, almost There were not many casualties.

General Moaitobuhe stared blankly at the shocking scene not far away. He really couldn't think of any words to describe this war other than miracles.This oriental man could use the power of the water god to defeat the Hittites!It's incredible!No, it's impossible, how could the gods of Great Egypt bestow divine power on a foreigner?

Moai Tuobuhe glanced at the man with a smile on the corner of his mouth and amber eyes that were as gentle as honey but without any emotion, a chill suddenly rose in his heart.In the face of such a heroic scene, in the face of such a tragic situation, this man can still smile so gracefully... If Moai Tuobuhe was a time traveler, he would definitely use the words "while talking and laughing, the mast and scull will be wiped out in ashes" without hesitation. to describe this scene.

"Look, Tiyabuka, this is war." The gentleman said gently, suddenly remembered something, and sighed with regret, "It's just a pity for those dense trees..."

In his eyes, the so-called human life is not as good as the trees that built the dam... Tiyabuka didn't speak, but a trace of complexity flashed in his eyes.

This general really convinced Mr. this time, he handed over the command to him without hesitation, and became a listed general himself.Then, Moaitobuhe really realized what war is.Only now did he discover that the so-called war in the past was actually like two children fighting in the eyes of this oriental man, with no technical skills at all.For the first time, he understood that the so-called defense of the city does not need to open the city gates to go shopping with the enemy, and there are countless ways to repel the enemy without bloodshed.

Especially when he ordered people to open the city gate, and he was leisurely setting a table under the city gate to sip tea and half sleep, Moai Tuobuhe, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help wiping a cold sweat for him, for fear that Hittite would People stepped on him directly and rushed into the main city with the gate open.But to Moai Tuobuhe's surprise, those Hittites actually retreated!They suspected that there was fraud in the city, so they retreated voluntarily. If they realized that this was just a trick, their coach would vomit blood in anger.

Defending the city for a month, with the help of my husband, turned out to be so simple. Until the end, Moaitobuhe began to think about how to intercede with His Royal Highness Ramesh to protect Egypt's well-deserved military genius.

But Mr. is not omnipotent. Although he has repelled the Hittites many times, it is an indisputable fact that the number of Egyptians guarding the city is decreasing.From the initial 1000 people to the current 250 people, if you continue to hold on, no matter how talented the husband is, he will not be able to recover the disadvantage of numbers.

Until the end, the Hittites directly launched the crowd tactics, even if it was a pile of corpses, they had to be piled on top of the city wall.The bloody scene of the suicide attack is unbearable even to these soldiers who have lived in the war all year round.The corpses under the city wall were too late to clean, and there was a disgusting smell in the hot weather. The vultures were circling, and the Egyptians had to wrap their noses with wet linen to avoid contracting some diseases.

Under the onslaught, the defenders plus Mr. General and Tiyabuka were just 50 people left.

"That's enough, Mr. Fisherlila, we've been guarding the city for a month, let's retreat!" Finally, the straightforward Moai Tobuhe, who had developed a revolutionary friendship with his husband, gritted his teeth and invited him to his tent. Avoiding everyone, he told His Highness Ramesh’s entrustment completely, "I will intercede with His Highness for you. You are a talent that is hard to find in my Great Egypt. Your Highness has far-sighted considerations and will definitely keep you! Your Highness has already told me A safe path that no one knows about, let's organize our troops now, and take advantage of the night to escape from the path!"

Looking at this loyal and straightforward general, the gentleman was silent for a moment, then suddenly sighed softly, as if speaking to him, but also as if talking to himself: "If His Royal Highness Ramsey really wants you to wait a month later, Surrounding Karentin with him, how could you only give you 1000 troops? That is the economic powerhouse of Hittite..."

Moaitobuhe is not an idiot. Although he knows nothing about politics, he is a soldier, a general who commands all armies. The words of the husband were like a bolt from the blue, which woke him up instantly, and his face turned pale.

In the next second, countless footsteps surrounded the tent. A tall figure stepped into the tent unhurriedly amidst the gentleman's chuckle. Then, a deep voice that was so cold to the bone slowly sounded: "I think you are also Can't go, Mr. Fisher-Rilla."

Tiabka.