On the west bank of the river, the French Revolutionary Army, dressed in blue and white uniforms and black leather hats decorated with red pompoms, formed a tight defensive line, with their muskets in their hands and staring intently at the black-robed cavalry on the opposite bank.

On the east shore were groups of black-robed Mamluk cavalry, straddling sturdy warhorses (shēn) and holding unsheathed crescent-shaped scimitars in their hands, their shiny blades shining in the sun. Their only (luǒ) exposed faces were covered with fine beads of sweat that wet their necklines. The horses under their crotches shook their heads uneasily and snorted at the same time, and they didn't know if it was because of the temperature or the oppressive atmosphere before the war.

Obviously, there is no stupid thing (qíng) in the desert than going out wrapped in a black cloth (shēn)! Black is the most attractive of all colors, and it really has no meaning other than sun protection! And compared with white cloth, black cloth also needs one more dyeing process, isn't this asking for hardship, is it too much? I think these Mamluks also paid for their choice of this (shēn) bad outfit! Look at their faces, they look like sweet potatoes in the oven!

The towers of the towers (shēn) shadows stand proudly between heaven and earth, as if an elder is mocking this group of militants as small as ants at their feet, they have witnessed too much, four thousand years of wind and rain erosion, they still stand between heaven and earth, maybe, even if another four thousand years, when these ** mortal fetuses under their feet have turned into dry bones in the mound, they will continue to stand proudly (tǐng) between heaven and earth, wordlessly telling the years of nothingness (qíng)!

The Nile River is like a brownish-yellow python that runs through the land, stretching from the end of the skyline on one side to the other. According to ancient Egyptian legend, the Nile is the mother river of Egypt, which is full of life force and transforms decay into magic. In those distant legends, at the end of the Nile is a spring that makes people immortal, rejuvenated, and even resurrected, so it is no wonder why those ancient heroes tried to find the end of the Nile!

A fleet flying the French tricolor flag lowered its sails at this time, quietly resting on the back of this brown and yellow python, these warships brought a different color to this dusk desert world, and became the most beautiful and unique landscape! The sailors on the battleship were in full swing loading and cleaning the guns on the port side, and then calibrating the gun positions, ready to support their ground forces and strike at the black-clad Mamluk cavalry.

On the widest and most magnificent battleship, a middle-aged man was standing at the bow, frowning and pursing the corners of his mouth, and the breeze blew a few strands of green silk from the corners of his forehead. He is arguing fiercely with the air, and it is our protagonist - Han Xing! Of course, the reason why he looks like he is arguing with the air is because others can't see his light curtain, and I have to say that the ** protection of the infinite world is still in place!

"Laugh at your mother's head, it's not good to see you laughing like this every time! The last time you laughed like that, I was on the Nile, and you threw me there to die! Guys, do I have a grudge against the Nile? Could it be that my five elements are short of water? Every time I come here, I get a disaster! Let me tell you, Ali, I am from the Celestial Empire, and it is not popular for our Celestial Empire to smile when telling others bad news, and those who don't know think you are gloating! If you were a Northeast man, I would have killed you a long time ago! Han Xing muttered angrily.

Ali spread his hands helplessly, clenched his fists like the people of the Celestial Empire, arched his hands and said, "I have been taught!" He sighed, relaxed the tense muscles on his face (ròu) and said, "Okay, then I'll tell you!" ”

"Indeed, I am in the same company as them, all of them are black-clad in the Mamluks, also called Shiites! You see, it was only four days since Napoleon's landing (qíng), but the news (qíng) had already spread throughout Egypt! Although Alexander is the territory of the white-clothed Sunnis, no matter how they fight internally, they still have to speak in unison with Napoleon, a foreigner + infidel! What's more, Napoleon attacked the city all the way to Cairo, the capital of Egypt, and even a fool knew what he wanted to do! Ali took a sip of the green drink, which seemed to be some kind of herbal tea, and then breathed a sigh of relief before speaking slowly.

"Do you mean that Napoleon has now aroused public outrage and become an enemy of Egypt? No, that's not the case! Why don't I remember what *** alliance was created in Egypt against Napoleon? Han Xing was said by his (tào) Sunni and Shia things, and he barely came up with an answer.

"You need to help, Ali! Now is not the time to drink tea and bask in the sun! Han Xing looked at Ali's graceful appearance, took a sip of herbal tea, and then lay comfortably on his back on the beach chair, and hurriedly said.

"Who said I didn't help?" Ali pushed down his sunglasses a little like the underworld boss in later movies, revealing his eyes staring at Han Xing's face through the light curtain, and said with a displeased expression.

"That's good! Tell me what earth-shattering plans you have in mind? Han Xing breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead.

"I've been a great helper! Do you know that these people in front of me are all gathered by my hard work! Ali put his hands on the mouth of the mouth, and then resumed his lying posture with a comfortable face and a little pride.

"Clam~" Han Xing exclaimed when he heard this, and even his voice changed, "What did you say?" You repeat? ”

"I said, these people are all connected and gathered by me with great difficulty!" Arry repeated as usual.

"I'll strangle you old black charcoal head! You're afraid I'm not going to die completely, are you? You have to make it harder for us! Tens of thousands of people, tens of thousands of Mamluk cavalry, I said in my heart why I have never heard of this kind of battle, the feeling (qíng) is that you old winter melon is doing ghosts! If it weren't for the fact that Ali in front of him was just a projection in the light curtain, Han Xing couldn't wait to go up and punch him in the nose to help enrich his old black face!

"Fortunately, calm down! I've got good intentions! Ali said slowly.

"Well-intentioned? I think you're scheming! Before Han Xing could say anything, the voice of a young man with an oily tone sounded, and Sir Hansen's long-lost handsome face appeared on the light curtain.

"I knew it, I knew you old briquettes had bad intentions! Say, tell me honestly, do you want to swallow all the treasures that should be given to us! Okay, cross the river and tear down the bridge, you black-hearted, black-lunged, black-bellied Nicky! Sir Hansen pointed at Ali's nose in disbelief.

"Hanschel, don't worry, I'm on your side!" Sir Hansen's righteous and awe-inspiring beat (xiōng) said.

"Richard, you bastard! I admit it when you call me briquettes, and you actually call me Nicky, which is proper racism! Be careful, I'll go to the Association for the Promotion of Human Rights to sue you! Ali was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, and his wrinkled old black face turned red.

"Who said I was racist? I'm the least racist, I've always treated people equally! Sir Hansen stroked his brilliant blonde hair and retorted.

Unexpectedly, a Cheng biting gold was killed halfway, "I can testify to this!" He's not racist, he's just extremely arrogant! In his eyes, he himself is the highest rank, and everyone else is his foil! This is what he calls equal treatment! Roy sneered and debunked Sir Hansen's diorama. (The dialect of my hometown, which means to puncture lies)

"Go! What can they do to me? Can the Federation meddle in the affairs of our kingdom? At most, it's just to come to me to give an opinion! Veto (deny, pronounced Dinai ~ formal denial in English, very imposing)! Sir Hansen held his head high and straightened his swan-like graceful, white neck.

"Enough, don't make any noise! We're going to fight here, you're still arguing, if I hang up, I'll turn into a ghost and I'll drag you one by one to be buried together! What they didn't notice was that Han Xing's face was so black that it seemed to be able to squeeze out ink, like an active volcano about to erupt. In the end, it was Han Xing who made the final decision and ended their gossip dispute.

"Ali, tell me first, what's going on? Your contribution is a bit too big, isn't it? The Mamluks are not lambs to the slaughter, and can they stand still and let us kill? You brought tens of thousands of people, isn't this adding to my blockage? Han Xing asked Ali first.

"Don't worry, fortunately, you know, these Mamluks are usually scattered all over the place, come and go without a trace, if they are eliminated one by one, it will be time-consuming and laborious, so I thought of gathering them together and simply catching them all! You have to understand my hard work!" Ali looked like a "baby is wronged", and said with flashing eyes. It's a pity that he is a white-bearded and black-faced old man in his fifties, and he can't talk about "cute" at all, which only makes Han Xing feel hairy in his heart.

Seeing that Han Xing was unmoved, he hurriedly continued: "This group of Mamlukli not only brings together the essence of the entire Egyptian region, but also the leader of Lemoud and the large army of the guards he led the mausoleum!" Ali said with a smug face. This Lemoud is the current leader of the Tomb Guard, the ancestor of that Adbe! ”

"Do you know who the titular commander of this coalition is? It's the leader of Lemud, but I have buried a secret among them, and it is the leader of Segail who we captured alive! Don't look at him as Lemoud's subordinate in name, but in fact, the mausoleum guards have become a loose alliance for thousands of years, similar to your Holy Roman Empire in the West, with an army of 20,000 under his command, and its strength is even above Lemud! At the end of the day, it's the boss with the big fist! So the actual leader of the other side is that Segail! Alimo smirked.

"This old briquette is so bad! Let's join forces to kill him as soon as possible, and never suffer in the future! God knows when, he'll do it to us! Sir Hansen took a half step back in fear when he heard this, and then whispered to Han Xing.

"To those babies, we're still half! God knows this, you know and I know! Hey, hey, hey! Sir Hansen said with a smile on his face, his jiàn is really deep in the bone marrow! Even his pretty face can't stop his obscene temperament bursting out from the inside out.

"God knows, you know and I know! Now I know too! Please don't say it so loudly next time, okay? Just by looking at your face, I know you're doing something nasty again! Ali rubbed his forehead helplessly.

"When the war is scorching, I'll let that Segail defect! Hey, hey, hey! Ali rubbed his hands together (jiān) and laughed.

"Ali, I always thought you were a righteous gentleman, but I didn't expect you to be the one with the most ruthless heart and the blackest hands among us!" Even Han Xing gasped, sure enough, the traitor who was creampied was the most terrifying existence!