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As the 1st Marine Brigade rushed from Hodeidah to Port Suez at full speed, Mao Rong and his convoy members were supervising the captured Arabs with bayonets, like the hard-working workers in the vineyards, plucking the dead bodies from the barbed wire fence in front of their positions.

Tens of thousands of dead bodies!

Even the sand was stained red.

Pity the captured Arabs who trembled from time to time as they walked past them carrying the dead bodies, and their eyes were full of fear.

But the win was also useless.

Because it could not save the rule of Mamluk in Egypt, as the peasants in various places rose up under the leadership of those temple elders, Mamluk's five-hundred-year rule in this ancient land completely collapsed, and even the Mamluk on the Western Front was still in Cyrenaica and Tripoli Allied forces, plus the rebellious peasants were annihilated from both sides, and soon the whole of Egypt completely fell into the hands of the elders, and only one Suez port was left under the control of the Ming army and a few Mamluk remnants.

As for Murad Sultan......

He was still in Jerusalem, at a loss with his 30,000 troops.

Fortunately, he is not in any danger, because all the Arab troops on the peninsula have gone south to defend the Holy Land, and there are only local Arab troops in Syria on the northern front, and he still has the support of local Christians, plus the transportation line from Aqaba to Jerusalem is protected by the reinforcements of the Ming army, so the materials will not be lacking either, the only problem is that now his nest is gone, and even his family and cronies left in Cairo have been killed.

And he's in a dilemma.

With these 30,000 troops and the Christians who supported him, it was impossible to take Damascus, and last time he didn't take it, this time of course it is even more impossible. Retreat, he has no way to retreat, these 30,000 people can't go back to Egypt, and as soon as he leaves, those Christians will definitely not be able to hold Jerusalem, and then the Syrian Muslin army will directly kick him Pi shares, in this case he can only stay in Jerusalem for the time being.

"Tell Murad to convert to the king, submit to me, and then he will be the king of Egypt."

Yang Feng said.

At this time, he was standing in front of Hukou Waterfall.

It's just that it's winter at this time, and the entire Hukou Waterfall is completely wrapped in foamy ice, and only a small stream of water in the middle continues to rush down, which looks like it has a different taste.

Of course, he will not miss the opportunity to annex Egypt, but there is no need to annex it directly, just follow the example of other subject states, so that he needs an Egyptian king, and Murad is very suitable for this role, the former Egyptian sultan is now sharply weakened and it is impossible to rule Egypt anymore, so he must rely on the Ming to maintain his rule, which also ensures that he must be loyal to the Ming, anyway, Yang Feng just wants an economic colony, plundering Egypt's resources and then dumping industrial products there, Such an accomplice king is undoubtedly the most suitable.

However, the premise is that Murad must completely break with Mu Dabeard.

The king of the Ming vassal state had to convert to kinghood, or more simply, he had to be a follower of the Holy Religion.

This can be regarded as his vote, if he doesn't even want to do this, then Yang Feng doesn't bother to care about this guy's life or death, anyway, he is useless, his only purpose is to protect the construction of the Suez Canal, but now with Egypt falling into the hands of those elders, it is meaningless for Jerusalem to stick to it or not, even if he can continue to hold Jerusalem, Muslin can also attack from the direction of Egypt to stop the construction of the canal.

Next, the Ming army had to do it himself.

In this case, he is a matter of life and death to Yang Feng.

"Your Majesty, is the scope of this divine realm too large?"

Just after the attendant who delivered the decree left, Shao Tingcai, who had come from Nanjing, asked.

At this time, Emperor Yang's plan to worship the gods has been proposed, no matter the government and the opposition have no objection to this, this kind of matter involving the gods mortals have no right to speak, Emperor Yang wants to build a place dedicated to entertaining immortals, which is also very reasonable, although the location is a bit surprising, but this kind of site selection except Emperor Yang no one else understands, he said that Yulin is the most suitable and it can only be Yulin, but this area is too big, and almost half of the people in Shaanxi Province have to be relocated at this time!

Although this half of Shaanxi Province is sparsely populated, it adds up to more than one million.

The migration of a million people!

This is also the prosperous era, and if you want to rush over and get it bad, you will make a big mess in the world.

"No, this matter must not be sloppy, you also know that there is a lot of wind and sand in northern Shaanxi, if the wind and sand continue every day after the completion of the Fengshen Palace, then how can the gods be satisfied? Only large-scale restoration of vegetation can suppress wind and sand, and small areas have little effect. This is related to the devotion of the gods in the world, with Yulin as the center, a radius of three hundred and fifty miles, this is no longer small, but there is no need to rush this matter, as long as it is completed within ten years, within ten years, all the people in this range will be moved. Then a high platform was erected in Yulin, and a palace was built on top of the high platform, and the entire area around the high platform was planted with grass and trees, so as to ensure that there was no large piece of ground surface in the entire divine realm, and the sand would be completely prevented from rising with the wind. ”

Yang Feng looked solemn nonsense.

"Got it!"

Prime Minister Shao also said solemnly.

Of course, his solemnity is from the heart, after all, it involves faith, for the sake of faith, for the sake of the gods, whatever mortals do is right.

"Well, we must do a good job of guiding the people, and let them understand that immigrating for the divine realm is a glorious thing, a great act of kindness, which can offset many of the sins they have committed before, as long as it is not a major crime that violates the criminal law, all small faults can be forgiven by the gods, and after death, they will ascend to the fairy realm to be the companion of the gods."

Yang Feng said.

Well, the plan for the uninhabited area of northern Shaanxi has officially begun, and in the next ten years, the entire northern Shaanxi will be completely emptied, and even the names of places such as Yulin have been directly erased from the map of the Ming Dynasty and replaced by a perfectly circular divine realm. In the center of the circle, the original location of the Yulin has become the Fengshen Palace, and the other parts of the circle have directly become a no-man's land, with thorny plants to close the periphery, and in the no-man's land, the airship is used to sprinkle grass and tree species downward, especially those that are drought-tolerant and sand-fixing. Anyway, after the rain, it will be sprinkled for a few years and it will form an ecosystem by itself, and this area will never re-settle the population in the future, even if the population of the Ming Dynasty grows in the future, there are colonies and subject countries outside to go, and this area will always remain wild with the name of the gods, and finally turn northern Shaanxi into a vast forest to completely solve the sediment of the Yellow River.

It is estimated that the wind and sand in Guanzhong will be solved together.

"Fifty years, I want the Yellow River to become clear in fifty years!"

Emperor Yang shouted heroically.

Then a small whirlwind blew by, and the dust with the leaves of the withered grass immediately smeared his mouth.

"Ahem, ahem, this damn place!"

In the distant Jordan Valley, Chen Ping, a waiter at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Ming Dynasty, coughed and spit out a mouthful of sand and scolded.

Then he pulled the trigger.

As the guns rang out, an Arab riding a camel and brandishing a scimitar shouting and charging fifty feet in front of him fell from his horse, and at the same time, several cavalrymen behind the Arab raised their flintlock pistols at the same time, and the flames shone one in their hands.

Chen Ping subconsciously shrank his neck.

Immediately after that, there was a crisp impact on the steel guard, and there was even a noticeable dent.

"Ma, there are so many things to preach!"

Lao Chen said hatefully.

But he didn't stop talking, this guy in his forties, like the young soldiers beside him, skillfully repeated the action of pulling the bolt of the gun and firing, on the more than thirty Wugang cars, all the Ming soldiers were doing the same job, dense bullets continued to shoot forward, in front of them nearly two thousand Arab warriors on camels charged frantically, and then continued to fall into the yellow sand in the whistling of bullets.

At this time, Palestine was actually finished in a pot of porridge.

In total, more than 150,000 loyal warriors who came with religious fanaticism blocked the Golan Heights with the 10,000 Ottoman guards of the Syrian governor, while Murad and his Mamluks controlled Jerusalem, and the main line of defense was in the Jordan Valley area on the northern shore of the Dead Sea, while their allies, Maronite Christians, controlled the mountains of southern Lebanon and threatened the flank of the Muslin army, and the port of Aqaba was controlled by the Ming army, and merchant ships from the Ming unloaded supplies at this port every day, And then a steady stream of them was delivered to Murad.

This transport line was also the main target of the Arabs.

Such battles happen every day.

But today is different.

"Are you ready?"

Chen Shilang shouted behind him dissatisfied.

"Your Excellency, please wait!"

Behind him, in a four-horse horse-drawn Wugang car, an officer who was busy hurriedly answered.

At this moment, the nearest Arab cavalry was less than thirty feet away, and behind him was the same cavalry surging like a tide, and in a few seconds at most, the fury of the lord of Zhen would drown the invaders from the east.

"Put!"

The roar of the officers sounded almost simultaneously in all the Wugang cars.

In the sound of the release of the spring, under the carriage of all the Wugang cars, a sharp spear half a zhang long suddenly popped out, and the next moment the Arab cavalry at the front screamed in horror and tried to take the camel, but the speed of the impact made him crash into it like a suicide, in the violent shaking of the Wugang car, a spear directly sank into the body of the camel, and the Arab cavalry on the back of the camel was thrown upwards at the same time, and then pierced on another spear.

And at this moment, countless cavalry crashed into the connected chariot formation in the same way.

"It's finally good!"

It was also at this time that the officer just now said with relief.

Then he looked at the Arab cavalry that was densely ramming into the car formation, and with a smile he turned the crank in his hand, and the blazing flames in front of the five-barreled rapid-fire cannon suddenly erupted. (To be continued.) )

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