I watched as my horribly unorganized force tried to hastily prepare its counter attack as the Hittite soldiers charged at us. “No.” I said to myself.
“My Pharaoh...” The older general, who had remained behind with me called.
“So they were prepared too.” I said as I rushed towards my own chariot.
“My Pharaoh? What on earth are you doing?”
“I need to fight with my men.”
“My Pharaoh!” He stepped in front of me. “We have not lost until our elite force arrives. If that fails then we are in trouble. You have no need to—”
“Whati’s force may not make it in time! We didn’t expect the battling to happen so soon!”
“But—”
“These men need some motivation... I need to go out there. Boosting the morale of these men will help us hold up until Whati’s forces arrive! And I will not let thousands of
