The scorching sun blazed down.
The battlefield was filled with the stench of blood.
Fallen warhorses and floating corpses attracted vultures circling in the sky, seemingly covering the sun and clouds.
Losa spoke in Kurdish, "Eunuch, order them to stop on behalf of your master, or I'll kill them all. I believe you can also see that on the battlefield, we already have an absolute advantage!"
The eunuch remained calm, seemingly not too worried about being in such a dangerous situation.
He bowed respectfully, "You are free to do as you wish."
"Because I have no authority to command the Prince's personal guard, nor do I have the obligation to help His Highness salvage the only armed force still supporting him."
At this, Zahir's face changed dramatically.
Indeed, Aleppo and Northern Syria are now in the hands of his uncle Safudin.
He had already lost his source of troops. If he also lost this loyal Mamluk personal guard, he would be nothing more than an empty title of a prince.
