After the Battle of Mount Scipios, the Mamluks were silent for a long time. During this period, the entire Mamluk camp was patrolled frequently and the defenses were extremely tight, making people wonder what was going on inside.

"Master, how's it going?"

Ibrahim Bey asked the doctor eagerly. Harry's safety was related to the fate of the entire army. If something happened at this juncture, the entire army would be in danger of destruction.

"Oh, it's so difficult!" The doctor sighed, but the words he said made Ibrahim almost out of breath.

"A lead bullet directly hit the Sudan's forehead. It was as deep as half a finger. He was able to survive the past few days because his health has improved. It is impossible to cure him. The best outcome is probably

I'm unconscious and will lie in bed for the rest of my life. If it's a little worse..."

The doctor didn't say everything, but anyone with a discerning eye knew what he meant. Ibrahim's eyes were blank and he waved his hand, signaling for the doctor to go down first.

Things have become complicated. This news must be spread to the country. When the big shots in the country learn this news, they will definitely call back the army. Antioch cannot stay any longer. The Sultan is dead, so it is better to do it sooner.

It would be better to go back, which is also the common wish of all soldiers.

After thinking alone for a long time, Ibrahim Bey finally made a decision. He called a close aide, handed him a letter, and whispered,

"Go to Damascus immediately and give this letter to the Lamanites. Remember, it must be delivered to them with your own hands."

Ibrahim repeatedly warned her, and only after confirming that everything was correct did she let her confidants leave. Her expression was full of worry.

"Another round of shuffling is about to begin..."

His tone was full of uncertainty about the future. Every reshuffle was a test of life and death for a medium-sized character like him. It would be okay if he stood on the right team, but it would be completely ruined if he stood on the wrong team.

It's okay to say that your glory and wealth are gone, but your life may be lost.

…

In the dark basement, Katona, who had been held captive for many days, was huddled in a corner with disheveled hair and no longer his former grace.

"Squeak~"

The wooden door of the basement opened slowly and hit the stone wall with a dull sound. Constantine walked in slowly.

As soon as he came in, Constantine was overtaken by the rancid smell in the room and lightly fanned his nose. Constantine was very dissatisfied.

"What's going on? People will still say that we tortured the prisoners!"

Although the two armies have been fighting for so long, if they are prisoners, they generally will not abuse them, because the other party will have to pay a ransom to redeem the prisoners while they are alive, which is valuable. The value of dead prisoners is not that great.

,

Therefore, the knights of the Crusades were proud of being captured by the Arabs. During the previous Crusades, the Arab prisons were overcrowded. Maybe they felt that being able to come out alive from the Arabs was a special kind of thing.

Let's do something.

"This is already the best condition."

The guard looked embarrassed and smiled bitterly,

"Many buildings in the city were demolished by the original Arabs. There are so many of us, and the housing in the city is not enough, so we arranged for him to come here."

Constantine knew that he was telling the truth and did not blame him. He turned to look at Katona,

Katona had been listening quietly to the conversation between the two without speaking. After Constantine looked at him, he opened his chapped lips.

"What's the matter?"

The voice was extremely hoarse, harsh and unpleasant, and even scarier than the legendary witch.

Constantine did not answer him first, but found a cleaner place, sat down, and looked directly into Katona's eyes,

"Do you want to go out?"

"Ha," Katona sneered, full of sarcasm,

"You might as well kill me. What's the point of me going out now? I'm a criminal of the country. Even if you let me go, Harry will cut me into pieces."

"Harry is dead."

Constantine said expressionless words that Katona couldn't believe,

"Is this...really? Impossible, he..."

Katona was incoherent and didn't know what to say.

"Yes, that's what you think."

Constantine confirmed his suspicion, and Katona gradually calmed down.

"What do you want from me?"

Constantine looked at him for a while, and when Katona was feeling uneasy, Constantine smiled slightly and said,

"I heard that you are from the Raman family? What a distinguished identity!"

Constantine seemed to be sighing, but Katona knew it was not that simple.

"Is it possible that you can inherit Harry's position? Sultan of Egypt, guardian of the Two Holy Mosques, what a great identity!"

Katona was shocked by Constantine's words. He stared straight ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Impossible, impossible, this is impossible." Katona murmured,

"How can I, a defeated general, ascend to the position of Sultan? Harry's family will not agree."

Constantine had already expected this situation and spoke confidently,

"But this time it's the Rahman family's turn to be the sultan, right? It's impossible for the Harry family to ascend to the sultanate position again. This is your chance."

"But I am a defeated general, and the Mamluks will not allow it..."

Katona wanted to refute, but Constantine interrupted him directly.

"Yes, but this was all because Harry deliberately delayed the time, which led to the fall of Antioch. At this time, the great Katona escaped from the enemy's custody and retreated with the frontline troops.

, for such a great achievement, no one will say anything, right?"

The more he thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to Katona, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Yes, you can, yes, yes, you are right."

Katona became more and more excited, holding Constantine's arms tightly with both hands, shaking them constantly.

Constantine pushed Katona's hand away calmly,

"But what reason do you have to convince me to let you out?"

Katona's excited laughter stopped suddenly, and then he spoke urgently,

"If you want to help me, I can do anything for you. As long as I can get to that position, I can do anything."

The more Katona spoke, the crazier his face became. For him, he had nothing to lose, so he was naturally not afraid of what conditions Constantine would offer.

"It doesn't have to be like this, I don't need you to do anything now,"

Seeing that his goal was almost achieved, Constantine was also very happy.

"But you have to know who sent you to the throne of the Sultan. The Sultan will definitely be very generous to your benefactor, right?"

"Yes, that's right. I will be very generous to my friends. Byzantine merchants can enjoy all privileges in the Mamluk territory. Books, specialties, silks, Damascus scimitar forging technology, anything you want can be given to you."

Constantine nodded, satisfied with Katona's reaction,

"In that case, just wait here. Soon, someone will let you out. Just run directly to the Mamluk camp outside the city."

After saying that, Constantine left the basement. Just as he was about to go out, he paused and seemed to remember something.
Chapter completed!