Despite the heavy casualties, the Mamluk cavalry continued to charge, but what they didn't expect was that they had resisted the bullets, and it was time for them to meet the artillery fire!

The aiming of artillery is far more complex than that of muskets, and the Mamluk cavalry moving at high speed can be considered a "moving target", which can be said to be a difficult test for artillery!

In order to find the pattern of movement of the Mamluk cavalry, the gunners suppressed the tension in their hearts (qíng) and aimed their guns at the open plain dozens of meters below the dunes, and when the Mamluk cavalry was about to leave the hillside, they lit the fuse. Driven by the impact of the gunpowder explosion, the bowling ball-sized black solid iron ball cut through the smoke in front of him and turned into graceful arcs, like a meteorite rain, and smashed into the array of Mamluk cavalry that charged to the plain at a slightly reduced speed.

It turns out that artillery is the nemesis of the cavalry! These solid black bullets with the sound of wind and thunder swept through the array of Mamluk cavalry with a thunderous force. A sweep is a row! You know, the most proud thing for the cavalry is speed, but to be honest, in front of the shells, the speed they are proud of is simply a sin! We all know that the faster the speed of two moving objects, the stronger the impact force generated when they collide.

In normal times, with the help of horsepower, their scimitars can take a life (xìng) with a light stroke, and even foot knights and heavy infantry armed to the teeth may be overturned by their impact and become turtles with their shells. However, their "enemy" this time was not a bloody body (ròu), but a large black iron ball with no (qíng)!

Bowling big iron ball! Not to mention an iron ball, even if it's a lump of wood, such a big one, ordinary people have to weigh it, right? After all, even wood is stronger than a human head! What's more, these iron balls? It's hard one by one, even if it's an iron head, if you smash this thing, you have to dent it, right? Not to mention that these cannonballs are fired from the barrel (shè), and the speed is no less than that of a comet hitting the moon! The hardest skull on a human (shēn) is no different from a large watermelon in front of it!

Not to mention being hit by the flying (shè) iron ball, even if you accidentally play with the iron ball and hit your own foot, you will end up with a broken bone and tendons, and you will scream again and again!

The galloping Mamluk cavalry was lined up, and columns of men and horses were hit by solid bullets, and those who were alive just now were directly smashed into a cloud of blood mist and (ròu) sauce, and they were torn apart in an instant, and they were everywhere. To be honest, in terms of dealing with cavalry, solid bullets are even better than flowering bullets! Because the killing range of the flowering bullet is one by one, but the killing range of the solid bullet is a straight line in an arc! Anything in this straight line will be destroyed by the absence (qíng)!

As the solid bullet landed, the huge impact force caused the earthy yellow sand and dust on the ground to rise into the sky, and the smoke and dust that obscured the sky (rì) even obscured the Mamluks' (shēn) shadows for a short time.

By this time they were within two hundred meters of the French formation, and their numbers had been sharply reduced to one-third, and on the ground where their horses' hooves had trodden lay blood-stained white-robed companions, some of whom had been silent, and some of whom were still breathing, groaning in pain and weakness.

A large part of them were mortally wounded not from the guns of the French army, but from the hooves of their companions' horses, and if there was anything they should be grateful for, it was the soft sand! But come to think of it, they hate the sand a little more than they are grateful! Because even if they are lucky enough not to die, if no one rescues them, the scorching sun and the scorching yellow sand will squeeze the last shbit of moisture out of their bodies and dry them alive! It's a cruel, inhumane, very desert way of dying!

"Long live Allah!" This is the only thing Han Xing can understand what the Mamluk cavalry said, without him, this sentence is famous in later generations because of those *** religious mad (rè) elements who are wreaking havoc everywhere, and most of them will roar like this before launching!

They probably thought that after paying so many casualties, they would finally have to fight their enemies (ròu), and that their scimitars would be able to drink blood and slaughter the musketeers like they were chopping melons and vegetables. Alas, they were wrong! Outrageously wrong, very wrong! If the French army had only a thousand men, they could indeed have crushed the French army with this suicidal charge, but the French army had tens of thousands!

In fact, the cavalry charged (ròu) to fight long range, which is the perfect tactic that all cavalry can think of, and the early arquebustors were abused by this tactic, so they needed the cover of pikemen, which gave birth to the famous [Spanish phalanx], the perfect combination of super long spears and arquebuses.

However, times have changed, and the military tactics of the French army have always been at the forefront of the world, and the infantry regiments have begun to change their formations rapidly, from rows and rows of lines to phalanxes.

This phalanx is not the other phalanx, the traditional phalanx is solid, but the phalanx of Napoleon's time is hollow! The advantage of this is the balance of fire, each side of the square is facing outward, and skirmishers and people who lack melee skills can be protected in the center of the phalanx. In this way, there will be almost no defense loopholes, cavalrymen, strange soldiers, too, playing back attacks and side attacks, in the face of such a hedgehog-like formation, there is no way to go down, there is no other way than to retreat and fill with human lives!

So how to deal with the phalanx? In fact, it is very simple, although the phalanx greatly increases the defense of the troops, but the result of too much density is that the hit rate of the artillery will be greatly increased. A single shell can even pierce the entire phalanx, and the casualties will increase exponentially! In addition, if the firepower is evenly shared, you will suffer a loss when you are against the enemy (shè), and the opponent's hit rate will be greatly increased, resulting in a lot of casualties on your side.

It's a pity that the Mamluks in front of them have only one class of troops - cavalry! Although they were armed with muskets, they were old-fashioned flintlock muskets, not to mention the accuracy of which was not to mention that they could not be loaded with gunpowder at all, and could only be used for one shot, which was usually used when they were about fifty meters away from the enemy, with the main purpose of deterring and disrupting the local formation.

If they were smarter, they would keep their distance from a distance and harass and guerrilla attacks on the French army, which would have given the French a little headache for a while, but unfortunately they did not have the brains and conditions! If they don't charge, the artillery and bullets will continue to focus on "taking care" of them, and before they can get closer, they will be killed and wounded, and they will fall apart as if they are a lone iceberg exposed to the sunshine of the desert, and it is only a matter of time before they melt!

When the Mamluks approached within 100 meters, the soldiers in the first row on the periphery of the phalanx would stop firing, half-crouch and put the butt of the flintlock pistol with the bayonet on the ground, and the gun (shēn) leaned forward and aimed the bayonet at the periphery. The stragglers in the phalanx poured bullets at the rushing Mamluk cavalry.

It was a doomed charge, and the cavalry might still have a chance to play on the battlefield, but gone are the days when the hoplites were invincible! They have been eliminated by the times, and there is no one who can remain calm and calm in the face of the power of gunpowder.

Every time a "crack~crack~" gunshot sounds, a large number of Mamluks will fall from their horses screaming, or the war horses will throw their owners down in pain, or they will fall to the ground with their owners in mourning, and the fate of this person and horse is self-evident. The Mamluk cavalry was like a tornado in the desert, covered in flying sand and dust, and the earth trembled with the thunderous sound of horses' hooves.

They are doomed to disappointment and doomed to failure! The French army seemed to be a rock that had been tempered for thousands of years, standing still and impregnable under the impact of their might. The battlefield was full of neighing horses, and they were driven by their masters to embark on a path of no return, their soft bellies slamming into sharp bayonets, and the pain in their abdomen made these loyal and noble animals scream, and they raised their front hooves and kicked blindly in the air, but this did not relieve their pain, nor could it stop the trickling blood in the bloody hole in their abdomen.

"We won!" Napoleon observed the situation in the distance with a telescope from an artillery position, and in the end he came to this conclusion. Before he could give the order, Murat had already led the cavalry in a victorious pursuit.

"There is no honor at all in this war, this is a ** (luǒ) massacre! The crushing of science and technology is just ~ Alas ~ "Although he won the victory, Napoleon was not like most of the victorious generals who were overjoyed at a glance, but rode his horse on the battlefield just now, looking up at the blue sky at a forty-five degree angle with a little sorrow and sighed, he still needs to review and comfort his soldiers.

"Wait, what's that?" Just as Napoleon was lamenting the cruelty of the battlefield, he suddenly noticed that in the crater of a cannonball there seemed to be something of a completely different color from the yellow sand around him, and he jumped off his horse and came to the crater in three steps and two steps.

"Behold, it's a slate!" Napoleon excitedly stepped forward and wiped the sand and dust from the slate with both hands, not caring that the sand had penetrated into his fingers.

"A slate?" Han Xing jumped down from the telegram and asked in a confused tone from the second monk. I thought, "Isn't it just a slate?" What's all the fuss about? There are more stone slabs under this sky, maybe it is a floor tile stepped on by thousands of people in ancient Egypt and stepped on by ten thousand people! ”

"This is, it's an ancient Egyptian text!" Napoleon blew the dust on it and said with a happy face.

"Okay, let him dig up the artifacts!" Han Xing glanced at him and said in his heart.

"I decided that I was going to transport this slate back to the Louvre Museum in Paris! Introducing the artifacts written above, discovered and donated by Napoleon Bonaparte in Egypt! Napoleon stood up and clapped his hands, looking determined.

"Poof~" Han Xing laughed directly, "Send this slate to the Louvre Museum?" Hahaha~ Genius! If you know a little about ancient Egyptian, will I tell you that what is written above means "toilet" in ancient Egyptian? "Take back a stone slab with the word toilet written on it and put it in the museum, this (cāo) work, Jane 6 out of the sky!

Thinking that Napoleon Bonaparte's name was tightly linked to the toilet in later generations, Han Xing felt that there would definitely be a good show, and he even sketched it:

A thousand years later, a tour guide takes students on a tour of the Louvre Museum, "Students, please note that this is an ancient Egyptian artifact found by Napoleon the Great in Alexandria, a stone tablet with the word toilet written on it!" ”

"That's right, a slate with the word toilet written on it!" Han Xing could make up for the stunned faces of those children, and then reacted and laughed wildly and cramped and had a stomachache.

"Don't laugh, it's a very serious thing (qíng)! This is not an ordinary toilet stele, it is a cultural relic unearthed in ancient Egypt, and it was discovered by Napoleon the Great himself, which has great historical commemorative value, and it is not allowed to laugh! ”

How do you say that? You may never know what the artifacts you're unearthing were used for in the first place! For example, the Inca unearthed skull instrument, at first everyone thought it was an ornament, until one day it blew into it! At least Napoleon can bring a little joy to everyone after a thousand years, right?