"Ali, I managed to convince Napoleon. Then again, how can you be sure that Segail will do what you tell him? Don't tell me it's because of the seven insects and seven flowers cream of Rausch, it's the thing that looks like Mai Lisu! Napoleon's serious watch (qíng) infected Han Xing, and after leaving Napoleon's place, Han Xing sent a message to Ali Dao with some doubts.

"It's the Three Corpse Brain Divine Pill! That thing deceived him for a while, but it couldn't fool him for a lifetime! But I've taken this opportunity to take his territory, his men, and his family into my hands! He can't be disobedient even if he wants to! Hahaha~~~ In short, I have my own way! You know! Ali smirked and laughed, the laughter like a barbell.

"Wow~ You old briquette, you are really "the same as the inside and the outside"! The heart is as black as the face! Actually using such a shameless trick, aren't you afraid of being punished by God? You are going to hell when you die, you know? Sir Hansen suddenly popped up and interjected.

"To hell? I'm sorry, my Sir Hansen, I'm a serious *** believer, and it's not my turn to go to hell (qíng)! We *** teach that there is no hell, hahahahaha! But you old man, going to hell can be said to be an ironclad thing, you rely on that beautiful, white face, you don't know that you have harmed so many ignorant girls, you will definitely go to hell after you die! Ali smirked.

"Sir Hansen will go to hell when he dies, I think everybody agrees, right?" Ali was the first to raise his hand and vote.

"If you want me to say, there is no evidence for this (yòu) to deceive an ignorant girl (qíng) after all, so we can't be suspicious!" Hearing Han Xing say a "fair word", Sir Hansen raised his eyebrows with joy, and his head nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"But one thing is for sure, Hansen is so narcissistic that he definitely doesn't have to ask people to paint portraits of him, or even carve two and a half (shēn) portraits and other stinky beauty, which violates the other of the Ten Commandments! So he didn't run to hell when he died! Unexpectedly, Roy God mended the sword.

"Can't even a portrait and a half-(shēn) portrait? This Catholic rule is too much, right? Don't I just want to record the best moments of my life so that I can remember them when I arrive? Sir Hansen said angrily, waving his fist.

"Ali, is it too late for me to convert to *** religion now?" Sir Hansen turned to Ali with a smile in his eyes.

"It's too late, believing in *** religion is something that must start from a young age! Otherwise, Allah may not feel your sincerity, and by the way, don't forget that you are a *** believer, and you must wear your headscarf when you go out! Also, every morning you have to bow in the direction (rì) and kiss the ground 30 times with your lips! Every day! Without waiting for Ali to speak, Han Xing preemptively teased.

"Do you want it on a rainy day?" Sir Hansen swallowed.

"Even if it's raining!" Han Xing didn't know if he wanted to, but he just came out to scare this guy.

Listening to Han Xing's words, Hansen made a retching table (qíng).

"Hansen, don't listen to him! Allah always welcomes all his brothers and sisters to abandon their heretical beliefs and turn to his bosom! Ali smiled kindly, revealing a mouthful of white teeth and opened his arms.

"No, no, Ali, I suddenly feel that *** is not suitable for my style! I'd better consider the Mormon faith! Sir Hansen's head shook like a rattle, and he waved his hand hurriedly.

"By the way, Hansen, where are you and Roy now? We're about to enter the Tower of Hamna, so you can't be absent! If we don't have you, if Immorton escapes by then, who will hold him back for us? Hahaha! Han Xing pretended to be serious and greeted, but when it came to the back, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't say that Immorton won't come out, even if he does, he may not run after me!" Sir Hansen was in charge.

"Not necessarily, you know, you're the most handsome of us! And with a gorgeous, eye-catching blonde hair, who is he chasing if he doesn't chase you? Who doesn't want to be a beautiful man who meets people (ài) personally? Maybe sucking you dry can make his skin more smooth and fair~" Han Xing teased.

"Makes sense, I'm so handsome, how do I know if this guy will covet my beauty?" Sir Hansen held his face in fear and said, and Han Xing on the side was already happy in his heart.

"No, he's an Egyptian! Maybe he likes the black pupils of the two of you? Hey, hey, hey! Besides, I'm not afraid of him, so please allow me to solemnly introduce to you my patron saint, Seville! I saw Sir Hansen's mysterious department take out a white "pom-pom" from behind (shēn), and then said triumphantly.

"Seville? A pillow? Or a cushion? You're still naming your cushion? Hahahaha! Do you want to buy Immorton with a cushion so that he won't attack you? Hahaha, Hansen, you're really not your average naivety! Ali pointed to the pom-pom racket in the light curtain and laughed wildly, laughing so hard that he couldn't stand up (shēn).

"Uncle Mummy, I know that your old man has been lying in the coffin for thousands of years, and it hurts, it's strangely hard! Please accept my sincere respect - a soft down cushion, and you will spare my puppy's life! Haha~ha~~" Roy said in a (yīn) masculine voice, mimicking Sir Hansen's tone.

"Who said this is a cushion? This is a pure-blooded Persian cat! Seville, say hello to these inferior people who don't have the eyesight to see! Under Sir Hansen's caresse, the pom-pom moved, and when it was stretched out, it was a chubby white Persian cat, which jumped lightly to Sir Hansen's shoulder, and then "meowed".

"I'll go, forget that Imorton was afraid of cats before he was completely resurrected! I knew I also got a cat master protector! Han Xing then remembered that cats were the guardians of hell in ancient Egyptian mythology, and the mummy was most afraid of them before they were completely resurrected.

"But why does your Sevilla look out of spirits?" It was Ali who found Hansen's cat owner looking wilted and listless.

"My little one is a little seasick ·····" Sir Hansen caressed his Seville's back and ears with a distressed expression.

"Isn't it a little? It vomited like a drunk drunk yesterday! I can't believe that a cat can spit out such a big puddle of stuff! Feed it less salted fish! Roy seemed to remember some bad memories, and he subconsciously pinched his nose and said.

"Looks like it's a bad note to bring a cat on board! The cat owner can't swim, and he is not suitable for boating! Aha~ By the way, where have you been? Han Xing felt that he had already made up that picture in his brain, so he quickly shook his head, shook the bad picture out of his head, and diverted the topic.

"Malta Island!" Sir Hansen stroked the cat's little head with a sad face, and then sighed.

"Good luck! Roy, you've got a little way to go! Take care! Han Xing waved his hand at Roy.

With that, he closed the light curtain and landed on the east bank of the Nile with nearly 10,000 soldiers in the fleet, and set up a front station to provide cover for the large force of the French army to cross the river.

"Chief Shegail, are we going to charge?" In front of the Mamluk array, a tribal leader Zema asked.

"No, we'll wait for their big force to start crossing the river, and then we'll start charging! These people are only about 10,000 people, so there is nothing to worry about, and Allah's warriors can easily penetrate their defenses! Sergeil waved his hand.

With the ten infantry regiments led by Han Xing having completed the formation and formed five phalanxes, for a time, the first line of defense of the French army had been formed, and the twenty infantry regiments in the rear had also begun to cross the river.

"Hahaha, those Westerners are all fools, they actually sent themselves to the door, abandoned the river defense line, and ran to the other side to fight us? Who gave them courage? It seems that their false gods have abandoned them! It's time, blow the horn and get ready to charge! The leader of the Sergeil, Qíng, laughed loudly and waved his scimitar at the Mamluk behind (shēn).

After the bombardment of the French army, the Mamluks can be said to be holding back their anger, they were powerless under the blow of the artillery, and now they are finally about to charge, they have shouted fiercely, the scene was once very (rè) noisy, the crowd shouted "Allah Ahukba", the sound is simply straight into the sky.

"By the way, go and send a letter to the chief of Lemoud and ask him to come back and fight! As long as the two sides are flanked, we will definitely make the French army pay a heavy price! "That's the main purpose of Segail, to trick Lemoud back.

More than 40,000 Mamluks launched a charge of Hao Hao (dàng) (dàng) and rushed towards the five infantry phalanxes led by Han Xing, a distance of 1,000 meters, not long, not short.

Let's call it short, you can try running a thousand meters on the school track! It feels like I've lost half my life... (It is not excluded that some athletes feel that this is just a (rè) (shēn) sport). Let's say it's long, but if you're riding a horse, a thousand meters is just a blink of an eye, a matter of a minute or two (qíng)!

The Mamluk charge was as powerful as ever, in fact, this may be the most powerful charge Han Xing has ever encountered, after all, there are 40,000 of these guys in front of him! The entire French army is stacked together and there is only this number! The thunderous cavalry on the plains can already be described as overwhelming!

However, the results of their charge were not satisfactory, because the French artillery never stopped, and Napoleon had ordered up to 10,000 men of the stragglers to stand guard on the other side of the shoal on the left flank of the army. And the Dongfang and a dry ship have also entered a state of alert, and the side of the ship is crowded, these are not melon-eating people, they are sailors with loaded guns!

Le Mulde is back! At first, he thought that the French army could not choose to abandon the Nile moat like an idiot and cross the river to die, but seeing that the French commander was really arrogant to such an extent, he naturally chose to join the charge.

There was no need for Han Xing to order, as the Mamluks entered the effective process, the commanders of the five 2,000-strong infantry phalanx had already organized the infantry to open fire, and as the guns rang out, the most crazy Mamluks at the front of the (shēn) immediately fell, but there were companions behind to fill the empty space they had left.

But it is undeniable that even the Mamluks, one of the most elite cavalrymen, could not ignore the restraint effect of the phalanx on the cavalry, and they pierced one side of the phalanx with the help of habit (xìng) and impact force and smashed into the phalanx, but they were greeted by a dense gathering of soldiers in the rear.

However, the French soldiers were not enough after all, and even with the support of artillery, the five phalanxes were being crushed and eaten away by the Mamluk army at a speed that was visible to the eyes of the (ròu), and even Han Xing had to leave the field and join the battle.