The enemy camp, a larger tent, was surrounded by patrol guards, with live ammunition, staring vigilantly at everyone passing by, as if facing a great enemy. In the tent, a middle-aged man sat on a marching bench with a gloomy face, staring at the map hanging in front of him with a gloomy eyes. It was an aerial terrain map, which clearly marked the oil field, camp, Golan trench and his location, and was a military situation map.

This man was wearing a camouflage combat uniform and a bulletproof helmet next to him. He was in his fifties and looked very irritable. It was Ahab, who lost hundreds of tanks and more than one thousand troops in one battle. That was the most capable and elite confidant force. One of them died less than one. Without this force, how could he deter other forces in the future? Such a huge loss made Ahab frightened, and he felt the strength of his opponent intimidation and became irritable.

Soon, an old man with a bearded face slowly came in, wearing a white hat on his head, a white robe across the knees, white pants and white shoes on his feet, and even his beard was white. He looked a little old, but he walked steadily, with some concave eyes as deep as the sea, his eyes slightly condensed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Seeing that the old man Aha did not dare to be too strong, he immediately stood up and greeted him respectfully, clenched his fist with his right hand in his heart, bowed his luggage slightly, and said enthusiastically: "Sir, I've disturbed you to rest."

"You won't come to me if you have no choice but to tell me, what's going on?" said the man who was called the elder.

Ahab didn't dare to be arrogant, so he immediately asked the other party to sit on the marching bed, sat down on the marching bench, looked at the other party respectfully and said, "Elder, you also knew that we lost in the battle just now, and none of our people came. Look."

"What?" The elder looked at Aha with a surprised face. Seeing that Ahab was not like a joke, his slightly narrowed eyes tighter, and soon closed his eyes and thought. Ahab did not dare to disturb him and waited patiently. After a while, the elder suddenly opened his eyes and said, "The army behind him is not ours, what do you think?"

"That army is not afraid of death at all, and it is fighting very hard." Ahab said quickly.

"Is that all?" the elder snorted coldly in dissatisfaction.

"I feel a little weird, but I can't say it." Ahab replied honestly. When facing outsiders, Ahab can be arrogant, cold-blooded, and cunning, but when facing the elder in front of him, Ahab is honest like a child who has made a mistake. He doesn't dare to speak loudly, and no one believes it when it is heard.

The elder looked at Ahab coldly, with a little dissatisfaction in his eyes, and said in a deep voice: "The fate of all our tribesmen is in your hands, and all the resources in the tribe are also for your use. You have lost the keenness and caution of the past at this level today, which disappoints me."

"Please teach the elders," Ahab said respectfully.

"Well, you were grown up when I watched you grow up, and I supported you with one hand. I know your abilities very well, but I have to remind you that it is not the time to expand. Don't forget that the group of wolves around you, and cooperating with those people is like dancing with wolves. If you are not careful, you will be doomed, and our entire clan will be completely declining. You are shouldering the fate of the entire clan, do you understand?" the elder scolded coldly.

"Yes." Ahab didn't dare to let out a strong anger and agreed honestly.

"The troops going up behind are their people. What you see is bravery and not afraid of death. What I see is their numbness, indifference and ruthlessness. They are a soulless army. Such troops are like controlled puppets and only know how to fight. Such troops have only been heard of in ancient times. They are troops controlled by magic or poison. They have no souls, no thoughts, and are born purely for killing. Can you control the masters of such troops? Or just say that, the desert people solve the things on their own and cannot pretend to others." The elder said.

"The soulless army?" Ahab's face changed drastically. He looked at the elder tightly, stunned, and thought of many incredible terrifying things in his mind, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"Why, do you doubt my observation?" The elder snorted coldly in dissatisfaction.

"I dare not, no one can question your observation." Ahab quickly said respectfully: "It was me who neglected. Your lesson is right. I have indeed expanded, and I am a little arrogant and self-righteous. What should I do next, the elder?"

"I don't know what the war is going on. I just ask you one thing. Are you sure to win?" the elder asked coldly.

"This?" Ahab felt hesitant. If he had been full of confidence before the expedition, but was attacked all the way, Ahab realized that his opponent was definitely not as simple as the grassland tribe. The previous frontal battle made Ahab realize that he had been deceived. Where was the grassland tribe armed force of the opponent? It was clearly a terrifying regular army.

"What do you think if you lose?" the elder said coldly.

"Then I will be nothing, and they will abandon their cooperation with me without hesitation." Ahab said.

"Wrong." The elder scolded without hesitation: "It is the whole clan who will be buried with you."

"Ah?" Ahab's face changed drastically, and he looked at the other party's speechlessness.

"Are you not convinced?" The elder was even more dissatisfied and scolded with a grudge: "If you lose, you will definitely die. Once you die, the tribe armed forces who surrender to you will turn their guns. Without the suppression of the troops, how many concerns do you think they have? The tribes that have been suppressed by you will also jump out to resist. How long do you think our tribe can last? If external intervention is added, it will perish in less than half a year."

"Ah?" Ahab Chonglai didn't think about this problem. He felt cold sweat on his back. He looked at the elder in a daze, suddenly shuddered, and said quickly: "Then win, you must win!"

"How likely do you have to win?" the elder asked in a deep voice.

"This?" Ahaha suddenly looked like a deflated ball, his face even more ugly.

"If you can't win, you have to consider the way out." The elder said coldly, looking ahead, his eyes flashed with a wise luster, and a wise man saw through layers of fog.

"What do you mean?" Aha asked in a low voice with a shocked face.

"What do you think?" the elder showed a meaningful sneer.

"But, their strength is also very strong." Ahab smiled knowingly and suddenly felt like a mouse trapped in a bellows. He was angry at both ends and could not afford to offend anyone. Suddenly, he heard noises from outside. As someone was coming, Ahab looked at the elder apologetically and said, "I'm afraid they were visiting."

"Take a chance to act, deal with it first." The elder whispered coldly.

"I understand." Ahab replied in a low voice, got up, his face darkened, he restored his heroic nature, and strode out.

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