"Where the hell is Immorton likely going?" Han Xing meditated.

"Cairo, it must be Cairo! Immorton is ambitious, and his main concern (qíng) is definitely to resurrect that Ansuna, and Cairo is the capital of Egypt, so he will definitely go to Cairo to find a suitable (ròu) (shēn) for Ansuna! Ali stroked his gray beard and pondered for a moment.

"Oh no, Napoleon is still there! If Immorton had gone to Cairo, oh my God, the top 10 disasters in Egypt! Han Xing instantly figured out the joints, and when he thought of the scene of fire and rain, frogs, and flies, Han Xing felt that his scalp was numb!

"Xiao Taibao, what are your plans for the future? Would you like to come with us to Cairo? Now that the next step in the itinerary has been decided, Han Xing has shifted his attention to the three top combat forces (shēn).

"Alas~ The three brothers of Xiao owe you a share of the people (qíng), this demon Immorton was originally caused by us, not to mention that the Black Scripture of the Undead is still on him (shēn), a good man does things well, this thing (qíng) is in (qíng) in reason, in public and private, Xiao is responsible!" Xiao Qianlong bowed his hand to Han Xing and nodded in agreement.

Li Xiaofeng on the side had his eyes glowing when he heard the words "Napoleon", and he looked at Xiao Qianlong with a blank look, and when he saw Xiao Qianlong nodding his head (yǔn), he almost jumped up with joy.

"Napoleon! Are you talking about that Napoleon? Li Xiaofeng's hands trembled with excitement.

"If you are referring to the bourgeois emperor who dominated Europe, the most successful conqueror of modern Europe. Then my answer is: yes, it's that Napoleon! The year is 1796 AD! Han Xing spread his hands with a smile.

"The world of mummies we entered was actually at the end of the eighteenth century! Wouldn't I be able to see Napoleon alive? You don't know, after graduating from high school, I went to study in France, and once I met the locals who held a historical reenactment, and I accidentally came into contact with the character of Napoleon. Li Xiaofeng said excitedly.

"Napoleon? This is a strange name, why does this man have a broken wheel? He Xinding became a lot silent after his injury healed, and he scratched his head and wondered.

"You don't know it's the eighteenth century?" Han Xing laughed dumbly.

"Our three brothers have been eating sand in the desert for more than three months!" Li Xiaofeng held his forehead and smiled bitterly.

"Let's go, let's go to Cairo! I'll introduce you to Napoleon, and I think Napoleon will probably be very interested in you, and if you can give him a trick like breaking a big stone in his mouth, he will probably kill you······" Han Xing hooked Li Xiaofeng's neck and said.

"Impossible, do you have such a good relationship with him?" Li Xiaofeng looked surprised, "That, (xiōng) mouth crushing boulder is probably only the sixth brother can do it~"

"Nonsense, how can we who practice martial arts do that eye-catching and sensationalizing things in order to strengthen our bodies and practice chivalry?" Xiao Qianlong scolded with an unkind face when he heard this.

"How's it going? Can you jump from the first floor to the second floor? In the midst of the laughter, the (shēn) shadows of Han Xing and his party gradually disappeared on the horizon.

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In the morning after counting (rì), in the city of Cairo.

"This (jiàn) person! She actually had an affair with that damn little white-faced Hippolyte Shire, I should have known that she was a dàng woman of water (xìng) poplar flowers! Is she right about me, her faithful husband? Thousands of kilometers away in Egypt, I shed blood for France, and she was in my home, sleeping on the chuáng when we were newly married. 皇之白 (rì) 宣 (yín)? Is there any reason for this? Napoleon roared angrily, and on his desk was an open letter with bad news.

"I'm going to get a divorce, I'm going to divorce her! I'm going to write back to her and tell her: it's over between us! She won't get a single raw piece from me, let her say goodbye to her gold, silver, jewelry, and silk fox fur forever! I will never allow myself to become the talk of the Parisian population after tea and dinner - the green hat general, the eighth commander! Napoleon picked up a piece of paper and took out the quill from the inkwell, and the ink dripped on the parchment, but he did not put it down.

"I am in favor with both hands, a woman like her who is a water (xìng) Yang Hua, you should divorce her earlier! It's not for me to say, Admiral, that you deserve a beautiful and charming soulmate who is loyal to you! Murat sipped red wine and sat down in a comfortable chair with her legs crossed.

"I don't think so! Commander Bonaparte, our communication with mainland France has been greatly hampered by the naval blockade of the British! It is still difficult to distinguish the authenticity of this letter, why did the other letters disappear like mud cows into the sea, but this letter has passed through the blockade of the British and has been successfully delivered? This letter is suspicious, and what it says may not be true! The level-headed Bertier analyzed methodically, and as he spoke, he gave Murat a blank look and gave him a defiant look.

"Actually, you're aware of it, aren't you?" Bertier ignored the angry Murat and turned his gaze to Napoleon's right hand, which had not been written for a long time, and smiled knowingly.

Napoleon's mouth (xiōng), which had risen and fallen violently in anger, slowly calmed down, and he put down his quill pen with a wry smile and said: "That's right, you're right, I also thought of this possibility (xìng), and the English wanted to shake my resolve in this way!" Now we are at a stalemate with the British, they occupy the sea, we occupy the land, and it is all about determination and perseverance! In a sense, we have the advantage because we have land, and it's like an independent kingdom! On the contrary, it is the British, their supplies need to be transported by a long distance, not to mention that the Royal Navy can't get along with us all the time, they can't hold out for long! ”

Napoleon looked at the map, his ambition seemed to be ignited in an instant, he went to the window, let the cold wind blow on his cheeks, and then took a deep breath of fresh air, as if he had once again become the cool-headed and far-sighted conqueror of Europe.

"What time is it?" Outside the window, the sky was unexpectedly dark, the sea of clouds stretched as if it were mountains, and the sky occasionally revealed between the gaps in the clouds was a terrible dark red. The air outside was exceptionally cold, making Napoleon, who was wearing the collar of his shirt open, shiver unconsciously.

Berthier is a gentleman, naturally indispensable pocket watches such a necessary gadget, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, took out a silver-shelled clamshell pocket watch from his arms, opened the small wings, looked at it, and then closed it and said: "It's just five minutes after ten o'clock in the morning!" ”

"Ten in the morning? But when you look at the sky outside, it's so dark and terrible, it's like it's late at night! Napoleon pointed to the sky with his left hand and pointed at Murat and Berthière with his right hand, signaling them to come to the window.

"I've never seen such a terrible sky, like it's stained with blood! What's going on? O my Lord in heaven! The moment Berthier saw the sky, he couldn't believe his eyes, it was ten o'clock in the morning, when the sky was in the middle of the sky, no matter how dark the sky was!

"Cut, what's so strange about this, maybe it's just a sandstorm? Isn't it just that the sky has become a little darker? Didn't we also encounter a storm the last time we were on a boat in Egypt? Murat held the crystal goblet in her right hand, and said nonchalantly while shaking (dàng) the dark red wine inside, and subconsciously playing with the yellow tassel hanging from her epaulette with her left hand.

The cavalry officer behaved badly when he was on board! Obviously, riding a horse and riding a boat, although very bumpy, have little in common, and like most army officers, our Lieutenant Colonel Murat vomited so much on the boat that he died of a fairy! On the day of the storm, he couldn't even get down (chuáng)!

At this moment, the red wine in his glass suddenly boiled, as if it had turned from a still liquid into a clear spring. Murat looked at the bubbling wine in the glass in disbelief, and he sniffed the wine lightly, and a pungent smell of blood rushed to his nose.

He tasted it tentatively (xìng) again, but it immediately squirted out, salty and fishy, slimy and slippery, isn't it the smell of blood?

"Phew, good red wine, how did it turn into plasma?" Murat cursed and spitted as she tried to get rid of the smell of blood from her mouth.

"Look, what's that?" However, the other two people in the room were no longer concerned with his business, and Napoleon was stunned as he pointed to the fireballs that fell from the sky with long tails like comets.

"Meteor shower?" Berthier put his hand on the pergola, squinted his eyes, and then showed a frightened watch (qíng), tugged at the hem of Napoleon's clothes, and said, "Why is this meteor getting bigger and bigger?" ”

In an instant, the three of them watched as a three-story house not far away was hit by a burning meteorite, and it turned into burning ruins in an instant. The powerful earthquake wave destroyed the nearest few shoddy and simple shacks, and even the aftermath knocked the three people to the ground hundreds of meters away, and the glass objects inside the house exploded at the same time, turning into broken glass shards on the ground. The three of them had just woken up from a big dream, and Berthier and Murat hurriedly helped Napoleon out.

"Is today the end of the world (rì)? Can anyone tell me what's wrong with the world! "Napoleon was almost hysterical. For the first time, he felt so powerless, so tired, so small in the face of all this.