Sweat. The Khaliri Souk is one of Cairo's busiest destinations, and the nearby mosque is definitely not an obscure place.

After noon, it is the time for the local folk to make the rituals, that is, the Shuai Latu Lezuhr. When the leader of Mamluk came to the market, it was not yet noon, so there was a lot of people, and even a few Ming soldiers who accompanied them could hardly stare at these six people every minute.

Is it to follow the example of Huaxia County officials to go out on patrol and beat gongs to clean the streets, so that people can avoid them? As soon as Ding came out, he was not allowed to do this, let alone a few Mamluks who came to beg for peace. And seeing that these people have no signs of escaping, they can only accompany them like this, which can be regarded as surveillance.

After all, it was only less than a year since the Ming army conquered Cairo, and at least two of the people who came to Cairo were originally Mamluk's big men in Cairo. There are always many people who recognize them, and there are always many ways, that is, the so-called hundred-legged insects, dead but not stiff.

So before noon, many of the locals who passed by these Mamluks hurriedly quickened their pace.

Even the stalls where Mamluk stayed, after they left, they also closed their stalls one after another.

A storm is brewing in the dark, and it is never the sword that is dangerous, but the greedy heart.

When they met Ding Yi, these Mamluks had never thought of killing Ding Yi.

Because at that time, Ding Yi was the legendary Poseidon, the king of the sea, and it was impossible, at least not that it was all Mamluk could calculate. Even if the messenger said it, it seemed that if Ding Yi made a move, ten would not be enough for him to fight. Mamluk never had the idea of murdering Ding Yi.

They came to Cairo to beg for mercy.

But when I saw Ding Yi. As soon as qiē began to change.

Ding Yi looked suave and elegant, and his smile was so gentle and amiable. So much so that Mamluk had this idea.

And, I really want to do it with them! It's true!

This gave the Mamluks a sudden sense of happiness.

The shark is strong, but the sea is its battlefield, not in the jungle, in the desert;

Poseidon, the Ming Dynasty, no one despises him, but that should be in the position of commander, strategizing, and winning thousands of miles.

Fight with a sword, and he will no longer be the Poseidon who scared Mamluk!

And when it comes to the market. This kind of fantasy began to expand, and they no longer just wanted to kill Ding Yi in the middle of a fight.

They thought more, although the accompanying Ming army could barely speak some local dialects, but there were many slang words, which were not very clear, so even under Ming's surveillance, they used slang, code language, or sentences from local scriptures. It was enough for these Mamluks to issue a lot of instructions.

Once Din is dead, Cairo will be in turmoil.

And Ding Yi stretched out after dealing with the government affairs at hand. Then get up, from slow to fast, after completing a series of preparatory warm-up exercises. He said to Cao Jixiang, who was standing beside him with his hands down: "Is it arranged?" ”

"Yes, the young master is really clever!" Cao Jixiang smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum.

His mind at the beginning. After all these years, it has faded. Even withered, such as what really became a feudal town. It was not because his side of Ding was moved by the ideas advocated and guided by Ding, so that he became more enlightened and knew that neither the feudal town nor the centralized imperial rule could last for a long time.

Not everyone has such a high consciousness, and not everyone is still concerned about whether the utopia described by Ding Yiyi can really be realized, and whether the Ming Dynasty will become strong from now on.

It should be said that there are really not many people with such pure ideals.

Cao Jixiang is definitely not one of them.

The reason why he lost so many thoughts was because Ding Yi was constantly demonstrating to him how to see through one conspiracy after another, how to crush the enemy, and how to strangle all the uneasiness in the cradle. He didn't dare to think about it anymore, and even buried them deep in a corner of his heart that he didn't even dare to remember, just because of one thing: Ding Yi's strength.

"Let's go." Ding Yi smiled and nodded, motioning for Cao Jixiang to bring the long knife hanging on the wall.

A long knife that drank blood for a long time.

Ding Yi was wearing a snow-white robe, even in a hot place like Egypt, he also tied his straight shirt very closely, and his belt was tight, but it was no longer like ten years ago, from his still straight waist, people felt the murderous aura of Ling Li, like the edge of a knife! Between walking, he still had a gentle smile on his face, nodded at the soldiers who saluted him, and greeted the sentinels with warmth, looking quite warm as jade, and the tone of a gentleman, when imitated for ten years, there are some things that are no longer necessary to imitate, and have become Ding Yi's own temperament.

Cao Jixiang held the long knife and followed behind half a step behind, and they left the Governor's Mansion in Cairo. It wasn't until Wan An and Liu Ji learned that they hurriedly called Liu Tie to come over, and they couldn't even find Wen Fatzi.

Wan An was very annoyed: "I knew that Mr. was so reckless, and Ann should have gone to Guinea to guard at that time!" ”

Because Li Bing is a big troll, even Ding Yi is afraid of that crazy energy.

If Li Bing was in Cairo, Ding Yi would not dare to do this, because Li Bing would spray until Ding Yi wanted to cry, then the guy would not stop at all, and he would not say that Ding Yi would not make an example of it, otherwise, how could he have a bad relationship with his colleagues or even be cut because of spraying?

"I'm not Mr. Roundabout!" Liu Ji also shook his head and smiled bitterly.

In terms of knowledge and learning, they are no worse than Li Bing, they do not mention the military, and their vision is no worse than Li Bing's in terms of distinguishing and judging in internal affairs. But it can be seen that they don't necessarily dare to spray! How is it possible to ask them to go to Spray Ding Yi?

They questioned the guards again, but no one knew where Ding Yi had gone.

I only know that Ding Yi and Cao Jixiang have gone out, while Wen Fatzi and the first and second battalions seem to have gone out for long-distance training.

Liu Tie discussed serious matters in front of these two junior brothers, and he had always had no idea, Wan An and Liu Ji usually arrived with courtesy, and it was really a matter of time, and they really didn't have time to pay attention to this senior brother. The two were discussing what to do, because they knew that Ding Yi had called Mamluk's people to come over to talk, but they didn't know where to talk!

"Hurry up and come up with a charter between the two junior brothers, and I'll take a look around." Liu Tie said hurriedly, looked at Wan An and nodded, but he hurried out, and after a while, he brought a platoon of people and sweated. Hariri Market rushed over. It is true that he is not as good as Liu Ji in internal affairs, and he is not as good as Wan An in terms of military strategy and internal affairs, but he has his own strengths.

Liu Tie can make people feel close to the people and soldiers at the lower levels, and make people believe him, just like inciting the rest of the army in the Miyun avant-garde, so Wan An couldn't ask about it, Liu Ji went out and went around, and it didn't take long for him to have eyebrows, but he didn't inform Wan An and Liu Ji.

Because his consciousness or vision is not as high as theirs.

Liu Tie didn't even think that Ding Yi would be like it when he talked to people.

Back then, in Beijing, how many masters of the Northern Zhili came to fight things, and how many assassins came to act, Liu Tie saw it in his eyes.

Or these experiences made him more superstitious than others.

Sweat. The horse market in the Hariri market, where the Mamluks, accompanied by several Ming soldiers, were already waiting.

Seeing Ding Yi and Cao Jixiang come to the appointment, their eyes couldn't help but light up.

It's not for Ding Yi to be impressed, not for Ding Yi's outstanding style.

It's their ambitions, which are being realized step by step.

As soon as Ding came, they hadn't come forward and hugged each other, and they had many opportunities.

"Perhaps, this Poseidon, think he is really omnipotent!"

They laughed so heartily, especially watching Ding Yi walk past those stalls, and from time to time they would greet familiar businessmen, there was a stall selling Ming calligraphy and paintings, and the shopkeeper came out with a bowl of tea and invited Ding Yi to drink, and those Mamluks watched Ding Yi take several sips of it.

"Perhaps, if he is caliph, he will be a good master for the people." There was a Mamluk who whispered to his companion, "Of course, he may be short-lived!" If we knew that His Highness was so close to the people, maybe we should have sent someone to set up some stalls here, and handed over a few bowls of medicated water, which would save a lot of work! ”

The leader of the Mamluk on the side looked left and right, and saw that the Ming army accompanying him did not pay attention to them, so he also whispered: "Don't think too much, Rahman, we only have such a chance." ”

Rahman nodded, scratching his thick beard: "I didn't think too much about it, but I really haven't seen such a benevolent master to the people." He shouldn't be a sword with us, his battlefield is not here. He made a mistake, but there was no chance of correcting it, and it was the sorrow of the people of Cairo, who had a wonderful new master. ”

Another Mamluk also chimed in: "Yes, this highness seems to be a rare righteous man, and this master is more willing to kneel at his feet than the female pharaoh of the Shajara family." ”

"He's not in good health." Not all of the Mamluks were moved by Ding Yi's pro-people actions, but the other three and the leader were determined to turn the tables here, "The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty, you see, have rolled their sleeves to their elbows, and the soldiers who don't come out on duty don't wear the iron helmet, this highness, wearing this tightly, I don't see him uncomfortable, and his body must be very weak!" ”

The leader of Mamluk nodded: "The old eunuch behind him, dressed in a beautiful robe and holding a knife, took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat many times, but this highness really hasn't wiped his sweat once. It seems that not only is the body weak, but I am afraid that I was seriously ill when I was a child, and even my bones are weak. For in Jerusalem he knew that there were some sons of nobility who were like that.

But what he didn't know was that Ding Yi wore a white shirt because sweat was under the Egyptian sun, and there would be sweat dirt after drying, and the white robe did not appear very out; He didn't know that Ding Yi, who was born as a soldier king, would be like a stone if a poisonous snake spit out in front of him when he was lurking on a mission, he would be like a stone, motionless.

He didn't even know that Ding never missed a mission as soon as he came out, and they happened to be the target of this mission. (To be continued......)