Chapter 8 A Fierce Battle
"Let Al get out of here, it's not very far from Egypt, it takes two or three day to ride, and Egypt has always been the most medically advanced place." Lore said abruptly when he saw that they did not speak.
Opal looked at Lore's innocent face, suddenly had the urge to kick him, "Such a time to let her leave, what is the difference with sending death? Now the movement of Hittite army is unknown, who knows if they will send people around to scout."
What's more, what she needs most in her current condition was to recuperate.
Seeing their faces darker than one another, Lore's brown eyes flashed instantly with disappointment, "Not feasible?"
"Of course it's not feasible, do you think I don't want to take her to a better place for treatment right away? But the damn Hittite army won't even let a fly go. It's safest for us to wait here, and do you forget what the queen has told you a thousand times? Don't leave here, not even one step." First her illness, then the boy's stupid suggestion, these made the always mild-mannered Opal fire up, so he unconsciously raised his volume.
Then there was silence again.
A panicked voice rang out, "Bad news, a large army is coming in our direction."
A few people were shocked, damn it! Hittite army actually attacked at this time.
Just when the four big men were at a loss, a faint and hoarse voice came faintly from the tent, "What are you arguing about?"
After hearing her voice, they immediately rushed into the tent.
She straightened up with difficulty, her eyes were a bit lax, her beautiful cheeks showed an unnatural red color due to the fever, her lips were no longer moist and red, instead they were dry and pale.
"How's it going now?"
Ross was hesitant to tell her the truth, not wanting her to worry while she was sick.
She pursed her pale, dry lips and asked, "Where did the Hittite army get to?"
She had just heard the words.
Knowing that he could not hide it, Ross could only tell the truth and called the man outside to report. The man said with trepidation, "The Hittite army is already coming in our direction and will soon be able to spot us."
Artemis was shocked and said in a hurry, "Follow the plan, quickly!" She did not anticipate that the Hittite army would find them so quickly and so accurately.
Ross did not dare to delay, rushed out to gather the crowd to depart.
They had already made a plan--once the Hittite army came in the mountain range, they went deeper towards the mountain range. Although they would be lost, as well as the Hittite's people, which was advantageous for them. When they got rid of the Hittite army, she was confident that she could lead them out safely.
They had just finished gathering people and before they could act, 30,000 Hittite troops surrounded them like divine soldiers from heaven, and a fierce battle was about to break out.
How? How did they find them so accurately?
She wondered, she had counted the time when the Hittite army would enter the mountains, but how she had not expected them to come straight up, as if they had known where they were from the beginning.
So how did they know?
Her brain was suddenly in chaos, the original clear thinking was replaced by a white fog, the normally active brain cells all went on strike, not even normal logical thinking. She couldn't care about anything and quickly said, "we're going to the valley."
The people listened to the order, all knew that the situation was urgent and moved without saying a word.
Lying on Lars's back, Artemis observed the surrounding terrain, and her brain worked rapidly-- The valley they went to was a dangerous place with steep stone walls on both sides. If they wanted to pass through the valley, they could only walk between the two walls.
Her eyes shone with fortitude as she said, "Speed up and get through the valley quickly."
"Yes!" The Mandorla people picked up speed.
Behind them, the Hittite army followed closely, and when they were about to catch up, the Mandorla people were brought up to the very top of the valley by Artemis, who waved her hand at that time.