The sound of the bull's horn echoed in the air.

In the muffled voice, Ozg felt his breathing become rapid, his eyes fixed on the front, he had never been more restless than he was today.

It was not because the enemy he faced was a Christian, although in his memory, he was also a Christian from the Balkans, but in Fadu's mind, it was a distant and vague memory, he could not remember the names of his parents, at a very young age, he was snatched from his mother by the Turks, he became a soldier of the Sultan, he was circumcised, he was converted, and now he is no different from the Turks.

Soon the sound of gunfire limited him in thought, so let's think about it later...... Let's think about it when it's all over...... I hope I have a little luck......

As the people around him stepped on the drums, Ozg came to an open field, and he could see a bare rocky mountain to his right, so that if he looked down, he could see the quiet situation below. However, it is a bit strange that the enemy did not send people to defend it.

"Why didn't they stay there?"

That's when he noticed movement down the hill - a signal flag.

Something happened earlier.

The enemy fired!

How could they shoot at such a distance?

The range of shooting is constantly expanding.

When the troops in front were still a mile away from the Copts, the Copts began to shoot. At this point, the wind stopped, and Ozg felt the air around him stop flowing. He could vaguely see that the white smoke was fixed like that, slowly rising under the mountain, and in the sound of gunfire, clouds of white smoke poured out from the bottom of the mountain, and in the rise of the white smoke, there was a scream in front of him, and many people fell.

Ozger's mouth was open. He simply couldn't believe his eyes, they were so far away that they could hit the target?

By the time Ozg advanced with his troops, the Mamluks on his left flank could not wait to enter the battle. From time to time, the Mamluk cavalry ran back and forth, checking their formations, ready to fight, but now they were just watching from the sidelines.

In front of Ozg was a desolate wilderness, and on the left was a bare boulder, and they marched forward with arquebuses, rifles and spears standing like black clubs.

"Forward ......"

Just then, Ozg saw a shell explode in front of him, followed by one after another. The shelling of the Copts began.

The shells accurately hit the square. Every time a shell exploded in the air, it would explode into clouds of white smoke, and then hundreds of lead projectiles would whizz through the air and fly towards the Turks' bodies, setting off a bloody storm in the square.

"Whoosh......"

With a roar, Ozg saw Ali's body next to him pause, and then the man fell, and he didn't even have time to let out a scream, and his head was torn apart. At this moment, Ozger, like the people around him, became a little nervous.

But they continued to follow the general's orders.

"My lord, when am I going to do it?"

Among the cavalry on the left flank, Astan stared ahead, ignoring the questions of his subordinates.

"Wait,"

Astan said.

"The Prophet will be on the side of those who are patient!"

He picked up his binoculars and observed the battlefield.

Through the woods, he saw a detachment of Copts firing at them at the end of the earth, the Copts were accurate and fierce, the heaviest shelling anyone had ever seen, compared to the Turks' shelling, like a child's game, could not pose any threat to the Copts.

Putting down the binoculars, Astan ordered.

"Let's rush over!"

A frenzy rose in Astan's heart, he liked this kind of fanatical feeling, this kind of wild force boy, it would make his whole body become excited, he could feel that the Copts far outnumbered the Turks, but in his opinion, those Copts could not stop their attack.

As soon as the Mamluks launched a charge, the Copts would realize death and fall into defeat, of course, he would not charge, he would attack one end of the enemy first, as in the past, and when the enemy was pressed and began to mobilize forces there, the time was ripe for him to start attacking the other side. At this time, the enemy does not know how to allocate and mobilize forces.

At this time, the enemy will hesitate, and if he is lucky, he will seize the opportunity to win, and when the enemy will lose the enemy, those enemies will fall into the shadow of death, and in the onslaught of the Mamluk cavalry, their lines will collapse, and they will not even be able to organize an effective defense.

It's all simple!

Taking a deep breath, Astan stared at the Copts, who could see that the Copts' column was adjusting and the Turks were constantly attacking.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the air, white smoke balls exploded in the air, and the battlefield was moving in favor of the Copts.

"Your Excellency, the Governor orders you to attack immediately!"

Finally, the governor's order was given, and the Mamluk cavalry, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately charged, first the cavalry on the left flank, thousands of cavalry rushed forward like waves, armed with scimitars, running wildly and shouting.

Just like hundreds of years ago, these Mamluks still retain the centuries-old tradition, howling and rushing at the enemy, and when they charged, shells were fired from the artillery positions in front of them, landed near them, exploded in the air or on the ground, and many horses fell, but this did not stop them from attacking.

"The Mamluks have moved!"

Huang Mingsheng stared at the Mamluk cavalry and ordered the herald here.

"Order the three battalions of the guards to stop the enemy!"

After the issuance of his order, the phalanx of the 3rd Guards Battalion, which had been used as a reserve, became a slender line, a thin line that no one would suspect was fragile and vulnerable.

"Kill it!"

Astan's tone was extremely relaxed.

"Kill all these heretics!"

As he led the cavalry in a charge, he smelled the scent of torches in the air, and saw the white smoke exploding in the air, like huge white flowers, as the Coptic artillery detachment was methodically firing into them. Those white smoke balls were shrapnel exploding in the air.

Although the roar of the galloping horses drowned out all the sounds, and the moans of the wounded could not be heard at all, it was still possible to see groups of men and horses fall from time to time, as if they were tripped by a stumbling rope, and every time a group of people and horses would fall.

Under the attack of shrapnel shells, red blood mixed with yellow soot. The Mamluk cavalry continued to shout as if they didn't feel the slightest, waving their scimitars and charging forward,

"Kill it!"

"Kill them all......"

"Go take down that artillery detachment, the one in front!"

Astan pointed to the front, according to the rules of the Turks, the spoils of war belong to the victor, as long as he can capture the artillery of the Copts, then everything from the artillery to the artillery will belong to him, he knows, I don't know how many people are angry with those artillery.

The cannonballs whistled over their heads, and sometimes a cannonball would penetrate the horse, and the horse would even drag the flesh forward for several feet, and then fall hard, and the horse team continued to charge, rushing through the wilderness. Enemy shells fall. A war horse instantly turned into a cloud of white smoke, and the shotgun whizzed through the cavalry, either on the body of the cavalry or on the horse, and the thin iron plate and chain mail could not stop the bullet attack at all.

The charging Mamluk cavalry charged forward under artillery fire. They roared, as if they wanted to vent their anger with their roars, but what awaited them was a denser rain of bullets.

In front of them, the 1st Guards Infantry Battalion was lined up in a mile-long column, a thin column, in which the soldiers were constantly aiming and firing, and as they fired, the officers stood beside them, shouting loudly.

"Put!"

With a sound of the order, another volley was fired, thousands of scorching projectiles, and with a neat salvo flew towards the Mamluks.

The soldiers who stood in a horizontal formation to meet the enemy, facing the galloping charge of thousands of horses without any fear, they shot there as they did in training.

This small squad of more than 2,000 people can fire 5,000 to 6,000 rounds of ammunition in a minute, and there are also skirmishers interfering with it, and sharpshooters shooting cold shots. In the face of the charge of the Mamluk cavalry, these warriors who came to their own Ming Dynasty seemed to be completely unmoved, just shooting quietly, no matter how the enemy shouted, they just shot there silently.

Finally, when he seemed to be able to see the faces of the men, Stan's realization that the enemy in front of him, who stood like a mountain, was not a Copt.

"They're not Copts!"

In Astan's eyes, these immobile enemies are like a wall. The ranks of the Mamluk cavalry were scattered, and everyone wanted to rush forward and cut down the enemy who stood there like dead men, but when they reached them, there was a sudden volley. The rain of bullets rained down like locusts, and the Mamluks fell in pieces, all of them in disarray, and some even began to flee back.

"Kill me as I go!"

Astan rode his horse and continued to charge, his servants and slaves following him, only to see him wield a long, crooked knife in his hand and shout loudly.

"Rush! The Mamluks rushed ......"

At that moment, he suddenly felt a thud in his body, as if a burning object had penetrated his chest, and then the scimitar in his hand fell from his hand......

w。 4m.