The male protagonist is blackening: Raiders, please be careful

Chapter 115 The Empire and the Rose (31)

The rest of the people in the hall, besides Alpad and himself, there are three people... One of them looks like a civil servant, thin, wearing a white robe, clinging to a wooden crutch... His eyebrows and beard are all gray, and his eye sockets are deeply sunken. He only tilted his head for a glance, and that torch-like gaze seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, making Bai Feifei's heart tremble—
The other two generals stood beside Arpad respectfully──It seemed that they were his confidantes.

I feel so embarrassed—I really stand out among these people.

"Your Highness, is that her?"

The elder asked, his deep voice full of majesty──
"Yes, Isaiah, I brought her back to Damascus from Tadmur..."

Alpad took a look at Bai Feifei, "I think...she is."

What is "she is"?
An irresistible impulse grew in his heart, making Bai Feifei feel uneasy in this kind of conversation with unclear intention──
"what are you guys saying?"

"Foreigner," the elder called "Isai" took a step closer to Bai Feifei, "you built that strange pontoon bridge...for the Assyrians to cross the Euphrates River?"

His voice was not loud, but every word made Bai Feifei's heart startled!

How did he know...

Reflexively turned to look at Alpad, he was still smiling──
Could it be that...the well-disciplined Assyrian army also has spies from Syria? !
Did Arpad bring me to Damascus for another purpose?
I was frightened by my own thoughts... His fingertips trembled——Bai Feifei found that his body was trembling a little!

"Bai Feifei, stay here and defend Damascus with us." Arpad said.

What are you kidding? !

Hearing this sentence, Bai Feifei took a deep breath──
Who do they think I am?God?I'm just an ordinary person who was forced to come here to do a mission!

When he raised his eyes, those pairs of eyes were all staring at him──
I really want to escape!

Just thinking like this, a pair of big hands grabbed her shoulders, breaking her thoughts of running away.

Bai Feifei struggled──the place where the band was tightened hurts──
"Bai Feifei."

The man's gray eyes were clear...

However, Bai Feifei felt cheated at the moment.

Ok……

I also don't want to get involved in history...

but……

"The Assyrian army will not win this time, because... Nineveh is about to riot—"

Bai Feifei opened his mouth and said softly, closing his eyes.

Spring came late this year.

Still in the flood season, the war continued.

On a certain day in late March, the Assyrian king Ashurnilari V was killed by the rebels of Karkehu, and his eldest son Sargon proclaimed himself emperor in Nineveh.

In ancient Mesopotamia, the legend continues...

The dry wind on the Syrian plains blew fine grains of sand against his face, causing a slight pain.

The man narrowed his eyes, calmly enjoying the familiar feeling.

"The wind is blowing," Shar said in a deep voice, "Assyria should also be shaken."

"Your Highness!" Xiutis, who was also riding a horse beside him, exclaimed involuntarily when he heard these words──
Glancing disapprovingly at the fussing dull slave, Sharla turned her horse, and Xiutis hurriedly followed.

"Your Highness, do you want to retreat?"

The body of this Assyrian warrior was still stained with unwashed blood of the enemy──but when he uttered these words, his voice trembled slightly.

Yes, the army led by the prince is invincible. He has always been the god of Assyria, but this time——the prince’s brother Sargon actually took advantage of him to march into Syria and set off smoke in the country... the criminal killed king……

He even said that the prince with great military exploits is... a bastard? !

Thutes was angry for his prince--
In any case, give up attacking Damascus first, and go to Nineveh──take the throne that should belong to you!

The man said nothing.

He just looked up at Alpad, a city a few miles away.

(End of this chapter)