The desert sun is as blazing as ever, and even though it's only May, and it's not yet full of summer, the midday sun still gives people the illusion that their exposed skin is burned and scorched. In comparison, the black robes of the Mamluks don't look so stupid! At the very least, the black robes protect their skin from UV burns and lock in "moisture" for them. Even if it comes at the cost of their faces being wet and red, like prawns in a steamer.

Sounds incredible! But if you've ever heard a joke, you can understand what it meant to be.

A few Scyths (people living in the Arctic) went to the big cities to buy money, and each of them eventually bought a refrigerator. Some people are puzzled, your place is more than ten degrees below zero, dozens of degrees all year round, can't you just store food in the open air, what is the use of a refrigerator?

Answer: The refrigerator can not only store food, but also keep warm!

In fact, this joke is basically the same as Harbin's "room temperature beer". In winter, the temperature in Harbin can reach more than ten degrees below zero, which leads to the cold being not as cold as the normal temperature······· This is the so-called subversion of common sense, when it comes to room temperature and ice, people must subconsciously think that room temperature > ice.

However, for the Arctic region, which is less than minus ten degrees Celsius and more than ten degrees below zero, the refrigerator can indeed be used for heating! In addition, it is worth mentioning that when the refrigerator is cooling, it does emit (rè) amount behind it, so it can really heat up! It has to be said that under certain special conditions, people can really develop new functions of furniture······

Black cloth is also the same reason, although subverting common sense, but it can indeed be both sunscreen and can be said to lock in moisture, if you have to let you choose one of the 50 degrees "scorching (rè) level ultraviolet barbecue" and 40 degrees of "stuffy (rè) level steamer steaming", the lesser of two evils, or choose to wrap the black cloth as a "sweet potato"!

The Mamluk army of Hao Hao (dàng) (dàng) was like a black hurricane, sweeping the French array with a force of 10,000 people, and in an instant, five squares of 2,000 people who were waiting in battle were rushed to pieces by them. The Mamluks' procession seemed to be a long cone, piercing one side of the French army's phalanx, and then rushing towards the other side of the phalanx with unabated momentum, and it seemed that the phalanx was about to be cut in half.

This tactic is very "reckless", but based on the overwhelming number of Mamluks like a tide, this tactic can be described as tried and tested, only a small opening in the phalanx will be expanded little by little by the swarming Mamluk cavalry, until finally the entire formation is crushed.

"Hurry up~ Brothers in the back, we are about to lose it, reinforcements, where are the reinforcements!" Han Xing rode his horse to kill this in the war, and while reaping the life of the Mamluks with a broken heart, he looked anxiously at the friendly troops who had just crossed the river in the rear.

A bearded Mamluk was holding a bright scimitar, and with horsepower, he roared and was about to give Han Xing a disembowelment, Han Xing hurriedly swung his sword to block, and the impact of the war horse charge almost knocked Han Xing off the horse, but fortunately, Han Xing's strength was strengthened by the T virus, and it was not covered. In addition, he is the king of horses, and his physical strength is strong. He held the sword in both hands, and he was able to block the fatal blow, and the moment the swords collided, not only did there be a piercing sound of metal colliding, but even sparks were drawn.

There was a numbness in the tiger's mouth and arm, and Han Xing shook his hand to feel better, "Why is this guy's strength so great?" Could it be that I haven't fought well with others in the past two years, so my muscles (ròu) have atrophied? He smiled wryly.

"I admire you, Hanschel! actually took the opponent's charging blow, do you know, he used horsepower to swing a fatal blow with the help of horsepower, and he threw a fatal blow with his spirit and spirit! Even if it's me, I don't dare to carry it! The metallic and magnetic (xìng) sound of a piano note suddenly sounded, followed by a slow, powerful clapping.

"So I don't have muscle atrophy, do I? Oh also~" Han Xing excitedly compared scissor jarate when he heard this. (Actually, it's more than Y)

Phenomenon, a bearded, middle-aged stable uncle with a mature man's style, (shēn) is on the iron-blooded battlefield, full of swords and swords, blood (ròu) flying sideways, he sits on top of a BMW, holding a sword in his right hand, but his left hand is compared to a scissor hand, this is not only a violation of harmony, it is simply a collapse of the personality!

The Mamluks were stunned~ Can you respect your opponent? Fighting a war is a serious thing (qíng), right? We might die here, right? You have what it takes to laugh at a funeral! Would you like to take a picture with the deceased?

"I mean, if you don't hardwire, how do you deal with such an attack?" Han Xing put away his scissor hands a little embarrassed and changed the subject.

"What do you think the shield is for? It's not a spear competition, won't you hide? Urge the war horse to go! "Barristan gave a rare gift.

"Wouldn't that be a bit contrary to chivalry? Running away from enemies isn't like your dreadnought's style! Han Xingda Khan said.

"If others cut me all these years, I will resist hard, and I will have to play all ten lives, and what you see now is already a pile of white bones! If someone cuts you and you don't hide, then you won't be called a fearless, you should be called stupid and bold! Barristan teased in a rare humorous tone.

"I want to hide too, but look, where is there a place to dodge?" Han Xing said with a pout, he was surrounded by French and Mamluk cavalry who were killing (rè), and even if it was a telegram, there was nowhere to move in this crowded space.

Barristan smiled mysteriously and chuckled, "Do you want to know what I'm going to do?" ”

"Yes!" Han Xing replied without thinking. "Please also ask for advice!" To put it mildly, Barristan is a god-of-war figure, a dragon-like existence of Westeros Zhao Zilong, a grandmaster-level figure, and he has to be guided and used (shēn)!

"Fight your way out!" Barristan pulled out an unpretentious saber from his waist.

"Worthy of the fearless! Reckless! Han Xing sighed in his heart, "Brother, you are a fierce man and a god, of course you can play like this!" But I can't! ”

"This doesn't seem to suit me, is there a slightly simpler, safer way?" Han Xing wiped his sweat and said.

"Generally speaking, (shēn) is a knight who does not go out until the critical moment, and once he does, it must be devastating! So, the knights are not going to let themselves get into this predicament·······" Or Regar thought for a moment and gave a reliable answer.

"Forget it, when I didn't say hello! I still have to go my own way~ It seems that I am not a life to play Wushuang mowing! Han Xing sighed and shifted his attention back to the battlefield.

In this crowded (qíng) situation, it is difficult for the war horse to play any role, but it may become a burden to the knight, if the war horse is unfortunately seriously injured, the knight will also be unlucky, in this case, I will simply fight!

Having made up his mind, Han Xing simply put away his precious telegram and began to fight on foot against his own infantry, I have to say, he is definitely the dazzling scenery in the crowd, the French soldiers are holding bayonet smoothbore guns, and the Mamluks are riding desert horses, wielding scimitars in their hands.

He was the only one with a medieval-style sword, and after the French soldiers stopped the charge by stabbing the Mamluk horse with bayonets, he rushed forward and slashed the horse's owner to the ground with a sword. Soon, he managed to attract the attention of all the Mamluks, one by one the Mamluks roared with their scimitars and rushed towards him, but unfortunately the dense battlefield made it impossible for the horses to accelerate at all, and the cavalry that lost their speed was nothing to fear?

When he half-knelt on the ground and stabbed the heartbroken blade into the heart of a Mamluk who had not yet lost his breath, the French army in the rear had finally finished forming a formation and began to press up.

"Reinforcements are coming! Hold on! Han Xing raised his broken heart aloft and said. He looked very embarrassed at this time, and a large amount of blood splattered from the mouth of the Mamluk (xiōng) with the sword just now, and he was caught off guard, half of his face was stained red, and his lips and chin were covered with wet (rè) and viscous blood.

This is a war that the Mamluks are destined to not win, and the era of cavalry will eventually come to an end, although the advent of machine guns and automatic weapons has truly ended the era of cavalry, but even if they have about a hundred years to survive, they are only a candle in the wind, dying.

It is an indisputable fact that the cavalry has a higher and higher rate of losses, but the role they can play is becoming more and more limited, they are only blood (ròu), and with the further upgrading of gunpowder weapons, the cavalry has remained the same for thousands of years. Cold weapons, war horses, this is all they have, it has been like this since ancient times, and after thousands of years of vicissitudes, the cavalry is still like this, they are eliminated from the game, which is almost a doomed result.

The French line infantry began the famous shè attack, and the bustling Mamluks, who were hustle and bustling and unable to move, became veritable "live targets", and their main capital, the war horse, became their greatest burden, and the tall war horse made them a particularly obvious target.

In this situation, the best way to do this is to ride your horse away from the battlefield, open up the distance, and charge again, which is also known as the tactic of repeated charges, but unfortunately this is an army of up to 40,000 men, from the north and south of Egypt, each of whom is not affiliated with each other, and has not even met for decades. To give orders to this rabble is even harder than to ascend to the sky! What's more, there is also the deafening (yù) sound of gunfire hindering, even if you shout hoarse, it is in vain!

And at the moment when the morale of the Mamluks fell because of the stalemate, Shegail, who was originally sitting in the rear, took action, and the 20,000 Mamluk army ripped off their turbans in unison, charged on horseback, and stabbed their own people in the back.

It's funny to say that the vast Mamluk army was scattered and fled in all directions! The men in the rear were tragically attacked in the rear, and the people on the front line were stunned by this, and Segil's rebellion directly led to the complete paralysis of the already weak command system of the Mamluks on the front line, and the Mamluks who lost their command were not only at a loss, but also had to bear the double blow of landing guns and naval guns.

The most wronged person in this war was the great leader of Lemud, and before he could figure out what was going on, the 20,000 Mamluk army on the right flank had already started the great escape mode, and even his men began to waver.

He finally managed to stabilize his position, but found that he was surrounded by the French army, and he led his troops to resist to the death, but the 20,000 men were still compressed by the 40,000 French troops on the east bank, directly opposite the artillery position, on a gentle river beach with a radius of no more than two miles.

This is a real massacre, 2,000 artillery pieces and tens of thousands of smoothbore guns set on fire, and they are compressed into such a small area, it is like bowling! Only after the first wave of attacks, there were already corpses all over the field, rivers of blood flowed, and only a few thousand people were still standing, and after the second wave of attacks, no one survived the tomb guards.

Haven't they tried to fight back? A bayonet-mounted smoothbore gun may have been just a simple spear, but Rulin's bayonet was enough to discourage the cavalry!