Previously on the chosen people.

Why did you help us?

I heard of the miracles of your God, the parting of the Red Sea, the victories in Moab against impossible odds.

Many here dismiss these stories as exaggerations, but I know the truth.

I believe your God is God of heaven above and earth below.

I believe you will take this city and claim the land.

Hang us scar the cord in this window so we can keep our oath to protect your family when we enter the land.

Bring all your family into your house.

Anyone who leaves will be responsible for their own death. If anyone inside is harmed, we are at fault. But if you reveal our mission, the oath is void. And what of the walls?

Aye. Our men will find no such luck with these walls. There are two of them.

The lower wall is over ten feet tall.

Then there's a sloping rampart where their archers will surely strike us down from the watchtowers.

And beyond it is the upper wall.

And that one is almost 20 feet tall and six feet thick.

Joshua's hand instinctively reached for the blade on his left hip.

He freed it from its scabbard a half a second later and whirled around to face the threat.

A man stood on the bank before him, the sunrise silhouetting his frame.

Metal armor gleamed in the pre-dorn.

He stood about 20 paces away, and a great sword and shield donned each arm.

Are you for us? For our enemies.

I have come as commander of the Lord's army.

Recognition smacked Joshua in the face, though he did not understand fully.

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