At noon, in Cairo, the sky was still blood-red, as if it were the end of the world (rì) where the gods had fallen.

In fact, if it weren't for Bertier's pocket watch, Napoleon would never have believed that it was fucking noon, and no one would have believed that this dark world was actually in the middle of the day.

The market, which had been thriving and orderly just a moment ago, was now empty, and the ground was littered with abandoned goods, staggered pottery, and a few that had been trampled to pieces. The finest brocades and cloths fell to the ground, stained with yellow sand and dust. At the ròu stall, a swarm of flies is happily feasting, all of which speaks of how sudden the disaster struck.

For these poor poor people who live by setting up stalls, these goods are probably their hope for a month, full of their hopes for a better life, maybe the next meal for the whole family, maybe the dowry for their daughter, if it is not for the last resort, they will never leave their things behind.

Rows of blue (shēn) shadows appeared at the end of the market, and their sonorous drums and neat steps could be faintly heard, and the cold light of their snow-bright bayonets in their hands could be seen.

As their (shēn) shadow gradually zooms in on the field of vision, we can see the tricolor flag fluttering behind them (shēn), and the uniform of the French Revolutionary Army on them (shēn), which is an orderly army, and their commander is none other than the high-spirited and ambitious Napoleon!

As the vanguard walked past the market, Napoleon's (shēn) shadow came into view, followed by Murat, who was brandishing a gold-studded saber and wearing a pompous feather hat, and Bertier, who looked like a Yankee boy, and Bertier, who had a solemn face and a straight face.

Behind Napoleon was Marmont, a thick-liped and faithful young man who served as Napoleon's aide-de-camp.

"It's amazing that the flies like dark clouds have just disappeared! God knows what really happened! Napoleon sat leisurely on his war horse and said to the two men beside him. He is a general, and the general cannot live without his army, and now surrounded by troops, his self-confidence has swelled like a sponge in water.

"Admiral, is it too hasty to enter Cairo at this time? I mean, the rain of fire and the sea of flies are gone, but Cairo is still like hell! Bertier picked up the silver cross around his neck and kissed it.

In fact, after the French Revolution, the Catholic faith was overthrown in a sense, after all, most of the clergy were nobles (shēn), such as Napoleon's brother Joseph, who went to the clerical school, and most of these nobles went to the guillotine. Without priests and priests, churches and church assets were plundered and divided, and the entire French church became an empty shell. The clergy deserved it, but believers like Berthier were deprived of their places of worship and did not even dare to pray and repent openly for fear of showing their Catholicism (shēn).

"I think it's all just a coincidence!" Napoleon looked determined, and then he said eloquently: "It's just that some meteorites have landed in Cairo, you know the meteorites, right?" In fact, in ancient Greece and ancient Rome, there were many meteorites that fell everywhere, which is not surprising! ”

"I see! According to the Bible, before a natural disaster strikes, animals will have visions, which is God's impatient warning to get those with good intentions out of danger in time. This explains the restless frogs and swarms of flies, who may well be God's warning! And now the natural disaster has passed, so those flies are gone! I see, it's not the end of the world (rì)! Hearing this, Bertier came to his senses, patted his head, quickly opened the Bible, and then said with a happy face.

"In fact, from a scientific point of view, animals and insects should be more sensitive than humans, so flies begin to migrate in groups, and frogs are likely to be attracted by flies, because flies are a rare delicacy for frogs!" Napoleon analyzed the scene in front of him with scientific theories, and God knows whether he made up this to stabilize the morale of the army, or even he believed it!

Suddenly, a cavalryman in front of him hurriedly rode towards the three of them, and shouted loudly: "Commander! A large mob has been spotted ahead, and our forward troops are confronting them! ”

"Marmont, go and bring all the cavalry artillery to the front!" Napoleon gave the order to Marmont, and as he spoke, he rode towards the forward troops. Marmont was not only Napoleon's aide-de-camp, but also a senior artillery officer, arguably the best artillery commander in the French army besides Napoleon. Marmont gave a military salute and hurried towards the rear of the line.

Napoleon soon arrived at the front line of the confrontation with the mob, and at this time, the blue and white French troops were armed with live ammunition and stood in a three-stage (shè) position, watching the large mob a hundred meters away.

These mobs were glazed and distracted, just numbly brandishing their wooden sticks, pitchforks, kitchen knives, wood-splitting axes and other weapons in their hands, and still shouting "Immorton ~~~~~~" in their mouths. They walked towards the French army like walking corpses (ròu), and as far as the eye could see, it seemed endless.

(shēn) Napoleon, the "butcher of Toulon" appointed by the royalists, was the first to have people shout: "Residents, what do you want to do?" Hurry up and go home! The French are your friends, not your enemies! ”

Pre-war negotiations are not necessary, but they are the basic rules of war, as Napoleon said: war is only the ultimate means of solving problems! But if it is not a last resort, who wants to solve the problem by fighting? If the issues can be resolved at the negotiating table, don't wait until the end of the war when corpses are everywhere and blood is shed!

After all, fighting a war is a risky thing (qíng), Sun Tzu said: Wound a thousand enemies, and lose eight hundred. Even a military genius like Napoleon, with a large crowd of almost unarmed mobs, can only guarantee that his own casualties will be less than 20%.

However, the mob outside the street did not react, and they moved numbly, as if they were robots instead of blood (ròu).

Napoleon, at least himself, came to the front of the battle on horseback and shouted to the mob in jerky Arabic: "Do you know me? I am Admiral Napoleon Bonaparte, commander of the Eastern Army of the French Republic, a true friend of the Egyptian people! Residents of Cairo, go back! I know you're scared, but rest assured, the disaster is behind us, and the sun will shine on you and my faces again! I am with you, France is with you, I assure you, the situation is under control, go home! ”

Napoleon's words came from the bottom of his heart, sounding reasonable, and with his determined countenance, he seemed extraordinarily sincere and credible. After all, now that the British have cut off Napoleon's supply lines, if he wants to take root in Egypt, Napoleon can't do without the support of the local population.

For the first time in history, however, Napoleon's brilliant eyes did not receive any applause. In fact, Napoleon's speech this time was embarrassingly cold! A mob of people a street away was indifferent to Napoleon's words, still chanting the name of "Immorton", and walked towards the French array like living corpses.

"What the hell is this Immorton sacred!" Napoleon had no choice but to return to the formation in embarrassment, gritting his teeth and muttering hatefully.

"Maybe it's some god from ancient Egypt? Is there any custom in Egypt that if there is a natural disaster, you have to shout the name Immorton and pray in the streets? Murat almost came out of his mouth, not to mention, he really guessed a little bit.

Just then, Marmont returned, and he brought with him a dozen cavalry guns, a swift artillery unit, usually under 10 pounds, which was not enough to use against the walls, but it was a great deal to deal with the blood (ròu)!

"Okay, let them understand the power of artillery!" Napoleon jumped from his horse in high spirits, came to the rear of the line, and said triumphantly as he stroked the dark, rough, cold barrel of a cannon.

Just as the artillery had finished loading and aimed its guns at the mob, Napoleon stopped them and said, "Wait, let's fire a solid bullet over the crowd!" At this time, Napoleon still intended to use force to deter the other side to soften.

After a roar, a solid bullet whizzed over the mob's heads, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

"Let's fire!" Seeing that the crowd did not mean to pause, Napoleon knew that his plan to negotiate had been completely frustrated, and that they would not be afraid at all if they did not give the mob a little sight.

The crowd in the middle of the grape catapult (shè) is like a hurricane swept into the cornfield, and the crowd falls in pieces, Immorton can only control their minds, but cannot strengthen their **, how can the blood (ròu) be the opponent of the musket cannon?

At this moment, a gust of wind and sand came out of nowhere, blowing so that the French army couldn't open their eyes, and it seemed that a human-like roar could still be heard in the wind and sand, and even a hideous face appeared faintly in the sky, and then the wind and sand suddenly converged together, condensing a black-robed (shēn) shadow on the ground - it was the High Priest of Immortun!

"Mortals, how dare you stand up to me?" Immorton looked at the array of French troops with an unkind face and roared angrily.

On the French side, there was a dead silence, and the French soldiers in the first few rows were so frightened that their faces turned pale and their hands trembled, and the way Immorton appeared was really shocking! If you change to an ordinary person, seeing the wind and sand turn into a big living person in front of you, I'm afraid that you will be scared and turn into a puddle of mud, right?