Of course, pollution or something, it is only in the mind of Emperor Yang that there is this concept, for those ordinary people shrouded in smoke, such a life is beautiful!

The chimney spews out more than just black smoke. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

And gold!

What does it mean to be full of dust in the world?

A steady stream of wealth!

The Xuzhou Iron and Steel Base, which is built by the addition of Liguo Iron Mine and Peixian Coal, is making this gradually blackened city radiate the dazzling light of gold. Are you kidding? Do you know that those handsome girls are now looking for their in-laws to look for those who are blackened by soot?

So even His Majesty the Emperor can only shut up.

After all, at this time, it is too early to discuss this issue, last year's steel output was just over five million tons, according to European standards is three million tons, when to 30,000 tons to discuss this issue is not held, in the early stage of industrialization to discuss pollution, just like two beggars just ate a steamed bun, but there to discuss what to do with high blood lipids is ridiculous.

"Your Majesty, there is a rebellion in Egypt."

Just when Emperor Yang looked at Xuzhou City, which was gradually moving away behind him, and drove up the Yellow River Iron Bridge in the soft seat of the carriage, an attendant said with a telegram.

"Egypt?"

Yang Feng was stunned for a moment.

"These Mamluks are just rubbish!"

Then he reacted and said very speechlessly.

There was a rebellion in Egypt.

The Egyptian peasants, who had been ruled by the Mamluks for five hundred years, finally raised the banner of rebellion, and the leaders were of course the elders of the temples everywhere, and as a muslin country, the power of those elders was no less than that of the Beys. As Murad and the Mamluk warlords went further and further down the road of betrayal of the Zhen Lord, especially the Ming army's frenzied slaughter in the Hejaz, coupled with the brutal oppression of the requisitioned migrant workers on the Suez Canal construction site, and of course, the call of the guardian of the Holy Land, Said II, the elders of those temples finally raised the banner of righteousness.

"What is the situation at the canal site?"

Yang Feng asked.

He didn't care about the Mamluks, he only cared about the canal site, where there were thousands of engineers transferred from the country!

"The canal has been suspended, most of the employees of the canal company have retreated to the port of Suez, but more than a hundred people have still been killed, the 1st Marine Brigade and the fleet have rushed there, our people are trained, and there is a canal company escort, plus the remnants of the local Mamluk, there should be no problem in holding out until the 1st Marine Brigade arrives."

The squire said.

"Order the Ninth Army and the Second Army to transfer one more infantry brigade each, and the Seventh Army to the heavenly side immediately."

Yang Feng said.

Mamluk can no longer control Egypt, the war that lasts for so long has long drained the blood of Mamluk, this elite military group, what is most afraid of this kind of war of attrition, otherwise those Egyptian elders would not have waited until now. In the past, Mamluk ruled Egypt with the same dependence on their support, and the elders did not like Ahmet III either, and would still support Murad without the Ming invasion of the Hejaz, especially the slaughter of the faithful. But now the situation is completely different, Mamluk has become a de facto apostate, and the elders can no longer support them, and the latter's actions have crossed the line. If they still have the ability to suppress the localities, of course, it will be fine, but they have consumed too much in Palestine and Syria, and all the elites are outside Egypt, and those elders can quickly control all parts of Egypt under the banner of faith, and then follow the example of Hejaz and Algeria and other places to establish their own musling states.

But this is what Yang Feng can't accept.

"Tell Guo Hong to stop the battle in the Hejaz for the time being, immediately go on the defensive, and prepare to land in Egypt at the same time."

Immediately afterwards, Yang Feng said again.

Port of Suez.

"These madmen!"

Mao Rong, the captain of the Suez Canal Company's escort team and a former colonel of the Ming Army, looked at the distance and said speechlessly.

There there were countless Arabs, all dressed in white robes, holding in their hands a mess of weapons such as flintlocks, arquebuses, scimitars, spears, and even farm tools such as hoes, shovels, etc., and one by one they kept screaming and moving forward as if they had gone mad. Among them were elders with scriptures in their hands, their faces full of excitement and constantly chanting various slogans or words on the scriptures, looking like dogs who had found a garbage can.

"Alam, what are they howling?"

Mao Rong asked curiously a half-white officer next to him who was still wearing chain mail.

"Saladin!"

The Mamluk officer, Armenian slave Alam, who was sold here since childhood, said with a blank face.

At this time, the whole of Egypt had been disrupted, and the peasant nu led by those elders were everywhere attacking the Bey's army, because most of the main forces had been killed or pinned down in the east and west battlefields, and only a few remaining soldiers were available to the Bey's everywhere, and they could not resist this attack at all, and they were drowned by the tide of non-nu. The same is true here, the Bey of the port of Suez wanted to suppress it in person because of habit, but he was directly crushed by countless peasants, and even he was trampled to the point where he could not find it, and the remnants of Mamluk, led by Alam, who was originally only a junior officer, could only choose to stand firm with the escort of the Suez Canal Company.

"Well, don't they have any other heroes?"

Mao Rong said speechlessly.

"Get ready to shoot, and since they like Saladin so much, send them to meet him!"

Then he shouted left and right.

In the trenches on his left and right, the defenders composed of the members of the Canal Company's escort, the armed Canal Company staff, the remnants of the Mamluks, and even some local Ming merchants raised their front-loading rifled guns one by one, and even the sixteen front-loading rifled guns on their rear artillery positions were pointed at the opposite side, and those artillerymen quickly loaded the cylindrical solid bullets into the barrels.

Opposite them, the Arab rebels, numbering no less than 20,000 men, were actually mostly coolies on the canal construction site, and they were now leading the elders, chanting Saladin's name like a horde of corpses in Resident Evil.

"Fire!"

Mao Rong roared.

Sixteen rifled guns roared suddenly.

Sixteen solid cannonballs instantly crashed into the middle of the Egyptians, with tremendous kinetic energy, like chopsticks stabbed into tofu, with splashed flesh and blood rushing forward, and when they finally ran out of kinetic energy, each cannonball harvested at least a dozen lives, chiseled out blood marks in a patch of white.

In less than half a minute, the second round of shells was fired again.

Those elders were undaunted, holding high the scriptures in their hands and roaring wildly, those Arabs wielding weapons, with the same crazy roar, they maintained the rhythm of walking, and marched without hesitation in the face of the continuous cannonballs, the whistling of the cannonballs, the splashing of flesh and blood, and the constantly fragmented corpses, all of which could not be feared, at this moment they were not fighting by themselves, at this moment Mu Dabeard was guiding in the sky, and at this moment countless women were summoned in the sky......

"Oh yes, what the hell is this!"

Mao Rong wiped his cold sweat and shouted, "Fire!" ”

More than 6,000 defenders in the trench immediately pulled the trigger, and 6,000 bullets flew out of the smoke of black powder.

Almost at the same time, an elder on the opposite side also shouted, and then all the Arabs began to run at full speed, but then the bullets arrived, and the dead bodies fell densely among them, blood splattered among them, but the living people remained the same, including the elders, all of them were roaring forward frantically, facing the dense bullets, stepping on the increasing corpses under their feet without hesitation, until they were killed by a bullet.

The defenders in the trenches repeated the simple process of retracting their rifles as fast as they could, taking out the bullets and loading them from the muzzle, ramming them with a strip, and then pulling out the strip, attaching a cap and aiming and firing.

Thanks to the militarization of the whole people of the Ming Dynasty, almost all adults now use firearms, especially this old-fashioned breech gun and even women, at this time this advantage has been fully displayed, all those armed Canal Company employees and even many female employees, all of them are not inferior to those Mamluk soldiers to complete the work of loading and firing, and the use of nitrocellulose shell integral bullets, but also let the breech gun rate of fire can be said to have reached the limit, In their hands, the fastest frequency of five or six rounds per minute was frantically spraying bullets outward.

Across from them, the Arabs were still running wildly.

A distance of one hundred and fifty zhang.

Even on the track, you have to run for about two minutes.

In two minutes, 6,000 defenders can fire at least 60,000 rounds, and 60,000 rounds of ammunition if they hit a tenth would be 6,000 men, while under normal circumstances an army with more than a third of casualties would ......

Well, this army is not normal.

"Ma, why haven't they run away?"

Mao Rong screamed like madness while desperately pulling the trigger.

One-third of the casualties could not stop those fanatical believers, just like the crazy Arabs, under the leadership of the elders, instantly refreshed Colonel Mao's three views, looking at the faces distorted by madness less than twenty zhang in front of him, Mao Rong felt that death was so close for the first time, even when he was fighting in Shanhaiguan in the bloody battle, he had never felt this way. And the same feeling of imminent death also made the vast majority of the militiamen in the trenches who had not actually actually been on the battlefield feel a chill to the bone, and even their loaded hands were trembling incessantly, and some people actually forgot to pull out the connecting strips, looking at the enemies who approached as quickly as a herd of beasts, and the plague of fear continued to spread in the trenches.

However......

"Luckily, there's barbed wire."

Mao Rong took out a lighter and lit a cigarette, then grabbed a handful of bullets and said as he reloaded the revolver. (To be continued.) )