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A week later, on the banks of the Suez Canal.

A battle destined to go down in history is unfolding.

Under the command of Moses Dayan, the Daisheng Kingdom's National Defense Force was like a sharp knife, piercing straight into the heart of the Pharaoh Kingdom.

Dayan stood on a Sherman tank, his eyes sharp as a torch, scanning the land in front of him that once belonged to the ancestors of the Dai Sheng Kingdom.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

"Look at these Arabs," he said to his adjutant, "they are like ants in the desert, trying to stop us."

The roar of tank engines rose and fell, like the thunder of God, echoing across this ancient land.

The soldiers of the Daisheng Kingdom were in high spirits, with a gleam of victory in their eyes.

This is not just a war, but also a sacred mission - to retake their homeland of Canaan.

"Forward!" Dayan gave an order, and the tank group rushed towards the Suez Canal like a steel torrent.

Dust rolled under the tracks, as if it was a glorious road paved by God for them.

However, when they rushed to the Suez Canal, an unexpected scene appeared before their eyes - there was no one here, and there was no trace of the Arab coalition forces.

Dayang frowned, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

He looked around and saw only the empty desert and the quietly flowing canal water.

"These cowards," he sneered, "seem to have been frightened and fled on their own."

"General," an intelligence officer stepped forward, "we should be careful. This could be a trap."

Dayan waved his hand dismissively. "A trap? Just relying on those Arabs? They don't even have the courage to fight head-on, and they still want to set a trap?"

His tone was full of contempt. "We are God's chosen people. Victory is destined to belong to us."

Dayan stood on a high place, overlooking the Suez Canal.

This waterway is like a blue ribbon, stretching across the desert.

There was a glint of ambition in his eyes, as if he had already seen the flag of the Dai Sheng Kingdom flying here.

"Brothers," Dayan declared, "today, we will write history here. The Suez Canal will become the new border of the Hoopoe Kingdom!"

“Those Arabs don’t even have the courage to face us. Our victory will shock the whole world!”

The soldiers burst into warm cheers that echoed in the desert, as if it was God's reward to them.

Dayang felt his blood boiling, and he had begun to imagine the scene when he returned victoriously - he would become a hero of the Dai Sheng Kingdom and a member of the domestic high-level officials.

Just then, a scout came running over with a look of panic on his face.

“General,” he gasped, “there’s something happening in the sky…in the sky!”

Dayan glanced at him impatiently, "Unusual movement? What unusual movement? Could it be the Arab air force?" He laughed sarcastically, "Those few lousy planes of theirs, are they really going to die?"

But the scout's expression grew more serious. "No, General, it's not planes. I don't know what they are! But there are a lot of them, coming from the northeast!"

Hearing this, Dayang's smile froze.

He looked up suddenly and saw countless flames approaching rapidly on the distant skyline.

The scene was like the sky was torn apart and countless meteors fell to the earth.

"Impossible!" Dayan cried out. "Where did the Arabs get such weapons?"

At this moment, the first rocket streaked across the sky and slammed heavily into the sand not far from them.

With a loud bang, sand and dust flew everywhere and the earth shook.

Immediately afterwards, more rockets fell like raindrops, and the whole world seemed to turn into purgatory in an instant.

"Quick! Hide!" Dayan yelled, but his voice was drowned out by the explosion.

The soldiers panicked and fled in all directions.

Tanks were overturned and armored vehicles were blown to pieces.

The Dai Sheng army, which had been full of confidence just now, was now in complete chaos.

Dayan stumbled towards a shelter, his heart filled with incredible fear.

His mind raced, trying to comprehend the situation. What kind of weapon was this? How could the Arabs possess such firepower?

Suddenly, a terrible thought flashed through his mind - this was a trap, and they were caught in it.

The Arab coalition did not flee, but deliberately lured them deep into the enemy territory and then launched this devastating attack.

Dayan felt dizzy and he held on to the wall of the bunker, gasping for breath.

Everything around was burning and explosions were heard one after another.

He saw his soldiers struggling in the sea of ​​fire and his proud tanks blown to pieces.

At this moment, Dayang's heart collapsed.

His former arrogance and self-confidence seemed so ridiculous in the face of this overwhelming firepower.

He thought back to his earlier ridicule of the Arabs, and now it seemed how ridiculous and ignorant those words were.

“Oh my God,” Dayan muttered to himself, “why have you abandoned us?”

But there was no answer.

Only more rockets roared in, turning the land into a sea of ​​fire.

Dayan huddled in the bunker, trembling all over.

He once believed that he was God's chosen people and a nation destined to win.

But now, he only felt a deep despair and fear.

In the distance, a tank was hit by a rocket, making a deafening explosion.

Dayan saw the soldiers on the tanks struggling in the flames, their screams piercing through the roar of the explosions.

This scene will be forever etched in his memory.

Dayang closed his eyes and tears flowed uncontrollably.

He thought of the streets of Jerusalem and the faces of his family.

He once vowed to bring glory to the Dai Sheng Kingdom, but now, he only hopes to return home alive.

The rocket bombardment lasted for a full hour.

When the last rocket fell, the entire battlefield had become a ruin.

The smoke and dust cleared, revealing a devastated scene.

Dayan crawled out of the bunker, his legs weak. He looked around and saw only deathly silence.

The once mighty Dai Sheng army is now nothing but burning wreckage and scattered corpses.

He stumbled among the ruins, his heart filled with unspeakable pain and regret.

He thought of his previous arrogance, and those contemptuous words now became the greatest irony.

“We…we lost,” Dayan muttered, his voice filled with despair. “Oh my God, we really lost.”

In the distance, tanks of the Arab coalition began to appear.

Dayan knew that the war was over and they had lost miserably. He knelt on the ground and looked up at the sky.

That place was once where death fell from the sky, but now it seems so peaceful, as if nothing had happened.

Dayan felt an unprecedented sense of frustration.

He once thought he was God's chosen one and invincible, but now he realized he was just an ordinary man who had made a big mistake.

As the Arab soldiers approached, Dayan offered no resistance.

He waited quietly, his heart filled with fear of the future and regret for the past.

At this moment, he was no longer the high-spirited General Dai Shengguo, but just a soul lost in the war.

This battle on the Suez Canal will change the landscape of the Middle East forever.

And for Moshe Dayan, it was a harsh lesson, a bloody lesson in arrogance, prejudice and the cruelty of war.

As he was led away as a captive, Dayan took one last look at the battlefield he had once believed would be the new frontier of the Daisheng Kingdom, but now it was just a desolate place filled with death and regret.

Buried on this land are not only the lives of Dai Sheng soldiers, but also the pride of a nation and the dream of a general...