In the early morning in the Red Sea, there is no thick sea fog in other seas.

As far as the ocean can see, a huge fleet of ships sails, the decks of which are packed with passengers.

Unlike ordinary passengers, these passengers were dressed in khaki military uniforms, and their military uniform style was similar to that of the Ming army, but closer to the uniforms of the Ming colonial garrison.

However, their appearance is very different from that of the Ming people, and their appearance is somewhat similar to that of the Arabs, but they all have the symbol of the cross on their military caps.

On the deck at this time, there was a bit of solemnity, and all the officers and men knelt there, except for the priest in holy robes, who stood there, and they prayed there.

"Take up the sword in your hand, warriors of God, and slay down the infidels for glory to God...... May God bless our souls! ”

Like all the soldiers, Apudullah prayed there, and his son knelt beside him, praying for God's blessing, even though God had never blessed them for eight hundred years, but that did not prevent them from praying to God now.

Thousands of years of faith have never changed.

For the Copts, who had been enslaved by the Arabs as third-class citizens for more than 800 years, now is the time for them to fight for freedom.

"God willing!"

With a cross drawn on his chest, Apudullah glanced at his son and said.

"When you're on the battlefield, you'll be by my side!"

Looking up at his father, David said with a smile.

"Father, when Mom dies, will you believe that one day, we will return to Egypt as warriors and retake Egypt that belongs to us?"

Looking at his father, David turned his gaze to the distant land and muttered.

"Father, as long as I can take back our freedom, even if I die now, I am willing."

The words of his son made Apudullah fall silent, once upon a time, he even thought about betraying the faith, he even took an Arab name for himself, but what was the result?

Freely!

When will Copts be free?

A few hours later, the bells echoed in Suez City. When the Suez city of Sangyak Bey Mehdi received reports of an unidentified fleet of ships from the battery, he guessed that there was a high probability that someone would attack Suez City, the most important Ottoman stronghold in the Indian Ocean, but after taking Aden from Portugal, its maritime stronghold turned to Basra in the Persian Gulf. However, as early as a century ago, the Ottoman power in the Indian Ocean had been destroyed by the Portuguese.

However, even so, as a former naval stronghold, and in 1541 the Portuguese even sent a fleet of 72 warships to attack Suez directly, and the Ottomans later reinforced Suez in response to the continuous attacks of the Portuguese.

Suez, with a good European-style fortress, has enough strength to withstand attacks from the sea. After receiving the early warning, Mehati not only organized skilled gunners and gunners to defend the fortress, but even prepared to scuttle some galleys to block the enemy's entry into the port. Moreover, skilled Turkish gunners hid in advance in bunkers in the harbor levees, aiming at enemy officers at close range, hoping to paralyze the enemy's chain of command.

"Who are they?"

Despite seeing the cross on the sail through the binoculars, Mehati still commanded the servant beside him.

"Send someone and ask if they are Spaniards or Portuguese."

Crucifix.

Europeans for sure!

But why did the Europeans attack here?

Even if they wanted to come to the aid of Vienna, they should attack Istanbul, why would their fleet appear in Suez?

There were too many doubts in Mehdi's mind to understand why the Europeans were here, and why there was such a large fleet of ships in the Red Sea, as many as a hundred warships.

But Mehadi didn't expect it to be a Copt.

"Venerable Sangakbey, General Alexander of the Copts asks you to withdraw from Suez immediately, otherwise, they will attack immediately......"

"Copts? How is this possible! ”

The original fear disappeared without a trace as the identity of the enemy was exposed.

"The Copts, just a herd of cattle, tell everyone, hold this place and kill all the infidels!"

All fears disappeared completely with a "Copts", and for the Arabs, who had enslaved and oppressed the Copts for more than 800 years, they had long been accustomed to the condescension of the Copts, and they were even ashamed of their previous fears.

How can you be scared by the Copts?

"Tell the patrolling soldiers that if the Copts in the city dare to make any moves, kill them, everyone!"

Mehdi's order soon spread throughout the city, and just as the Copts trembled at the vicious eyes of their neighbors and begged God to bless them, the cannon rang out.

The first cannon was not fired from the sea, but from the fortified batteries on land, and apparently, the Turkish gunners on the batteries were also enraged by the arrogant infidels.

How dare those slaves resist?

When the shells on the batteries fell far around the fleet, most of the sailors on the ship were startled, how dare these people resist?

For the sailors of the armed merchant ships of the Ming Kingdom, they could not accept this at all - their fleet was 93 ships and thousands of guns, and these Turks dared to resist?

Are you kidding!

This is Chi Guoguo's contempt!

Obviously, they all forgot that their ship did not fly the Ming flag, but painted a cross on the sail.

"Fire! I can't recognize him even if I bombard him to my mother! ”

Without the slightest hesitation, as the captains roared, the thunderous sound of cannons echoed in the air, compared to the 18-pounder or 24-pounder cannons used by the Turks, these merchant fleets from the Ming Dynasty had a large number of 15-pound guns, and many large-caliber bombardment guns. This is a tradition developed from mortars and howitzers, which have a higher muzzle velocity, a lower trajectory, and a grenade that can easily penetrate wooden ship planks and explode inside enemy ships. At this time, the grenades fired by this artillery of more than 50 catties were almost fatal to the destruction of the fortress.

Nearly 100 armed merchant ships, lined up in several lines, kept pouring shells at Suez, from 9 catties of shells to 50 catties of shells, and in less than an hour, they poured more than 20,000 shells into Suez City and fortresses.

"Keep shelling!"

Putting down the look in his hand, Zhao Guozhen ordered coldly.

As the commander of the fleet elected by the armed merchant fleet, he served in the navy and only shelled cities and fortresses as required by the textbooks - with heavy shelling, to break the enemy's will to resist and create conditions for the landing of marines.

It's textbook text, but it's a disaster for the people of the city!

The shells of the fleet rained down like a hail from morning to evening and late at night, and although the Turks tried to fight back, the arsonists they sent were destroyed far from the sea, and as for the Turkish fortresses, in the afternoon, apart from the occasional cold guns from their gunners, not a single shell was fired, and the masonry fortress was completely destroyed.

"Those damned infidels, they must have made a pact with the devil, who is helping them?"

In the dense rain of artillery, Mehati was horrified to find that his proud army seemed vulnerable to the shelling, and even in the afternoon of the same day, the Bedouin mercenaries fled Suez on horseback. Intensive shelling, which destroyed almost the entire city, as well as the will of the people in the city to resist.

"It is God's will!"

Compared with the fear of the Turks, William, as a slave, like other slaves, was full of joy looking at the night sky from the small window, watching the fire streaks across the night sky, and William did not fall asleep all night.

"It's a Christian! It's the Christians who have come to our rescue! ”

The next morning, when a cannonball burst through the walls of the house where William and the other white slaves lived, he escaped to find that most of the buildings in the city were in ruins. The wreckage of a burning galley floats in the harbor, and the streets are littered with corpses.

"Kill them ......"

William did not hesitate to see the Turkish guard coming towards him, he picked up a brick and threw it at the guard, as did the other slaves, and the raindrops of bricks instantly drowned the Turk, and some people carried knives and sticks that they had picked up from nowhere, howling madly, and killing the infidels nearby.

In this heaven, the city of Suez was plunged into a frenzy, and the slaves who had been plundered from Europe, roaring and shouting, and killing their masters with knives and sticks, and the Copts, who had groveled to the knees, also became very brave, and although most of them had no weapons, they carried kitchen knives, clubs, and other things as weapons, and killed the invincible Arabs.

When Aservullah, his son and his comrades paddled and landed together, they saw the streets in chaos, and the Arabs and Copts tore through the streets, and without hesitation, the soldiers who had just landed immediately threw themselves into battle.

The battlefield in Suez was chaotic, civilians and soldiers mixed and tore each other apart, the streets became battlefields, and when it was all over, the bustling towns were reduced to piles of rubble, and in the rubble the Copts were cheering, waving flags with crosses in the ruins, shouting with excitement there.

Amid the shouts of excitement, no one looked at the corpses in the ruins, thousands of people died, and as for Mehadi, he did not know where he had fled......