When Han Xing and Ali chattered, the war had already begun, and it was the French army that took the lead, and more than 2,000 artillery pieces of the ground forces had already launched the first wave of attacks.

And this time the result of the solid bullet (shè) hit was no different from the result of the last battle of Alexander, these large iron balls penetrated through the Mamluk formation, and the people turned on their backs, and the blood (ròu) flew sideways, until the kinetic energy of these large iron balls was finally exhausted, and they would reluctantly slam on the ground and lie quietly in a deep pit.

How does the body of blood (ròu) fight against the power of gunpowder? In fact, even a copper wall may not be able to block a cannonball with the power of thunder, even a metal behemoth like a tank, protected by steel plates hundreds of millimeters thick, and finally turned into a pile of burning scrap metal and parts scattered all over the ground?

"Gunner, give the order to fire!" Han Xing hurriedly ordered the Dongfang to join the battle.

Smoke rose from the muzzle of the Vostok gun, and eighteen-pound shells fell into the dense Mamluk formation, and the shock wave of the shells hitting the ground shook the dust to a height of several meters, like a small mushroom cloud. Such a scene is very visually stunning (xìng), due to the special terrain of the desert, the solid bullet is stunned to hit the feeling of flowering bullet. "Earthy yellow fireworks" continued to rise from the dense and vast black-clothed Mamluk ranks, and the war horses in the entire Mamluk array were neighing uneasily, uncontrollably circling around, and tens of thousands of cavalry fell into chaos because of this.

A round of shelling, the effect is so amazing! In the previous years of his military career, Han Xing had never seen such a wonderful scene, the Mamluk arrays swept by solid bullets fell in rows, and the effect of more than 2,000 artillery pieces was even more fiery than Han Xing imagined!

The shells that "visited" the Mamluk array were literally endless, and more than a dozen shells landed in their ranks every minute, and the neighing and screams of people and horses rang out, and the sound of artillery fire and shells falling to the ground was deafening, and there was no intention of stopping. From a distance, the entire Mamluk array was stained with a hazy blood.

"It's like a modern war blockbuster! The battle of tens of thousands of people is still the classic configuration of cavalry against muskets, good guys, thanks to me for not missing it! If I had decided to go back to take a nap, I would have had to regret it (shēn)! Han Xing's excited voice came from Wang Pengfei's mind, Han Xing closed his eyes and took a look, and found that the old boy was crossing Erlang's legs at this time, holding a bucket of popcorn in his arms, hiding under the simple pergola, sitting on a small bench, like looking at the "melon-eating masses".

"Wonderful! This battle is the legendary Battle of the Great Pyramids, right? Obediently, I heard that there are two thousand guns, really fake? It seems to be written in the book! Two thousand gates! If this is spread out, I am afraid that it will not be able to see the edge at a glance! Exciting! Playing snakeskin games, how can the game have the enjoyment of this real knife and real gun? Good girl, Brother Xing, did you see it? That guy was blown up and flew up! Wang Pengfei said slurred while stuffing a lot of popcorn into his mouth.

If you want to make a rating for the audience of the cinema, those who like to watch movies quietly and dutifully must be excellent. Those who watch movies while their mouths crackle and chew endlessly; Or chatting from the beginning to the end of the movie, it can definitely only be regarded as average. And Wang Pengfei is the worst of them, not only does he have to chew popcorn and make nasty noises, but he also keeps talking like a river and running trains with his mouth full!

(In fact, in reality, this is also polarized, some people like to watch quietly, and some people like to talk about dramas while watching (qíng), these two are simply the same······ How do you say that? This is also personal (ài) good, the movie theater is not also (yǔn) allowed to eat popcorn? The rise of barrage is largely equivalent to defending the second type of people. In fact, I myself belong to the second category, of course, I don't go into the whole process, I just see some interesting points, and I especially want to share them with my friends, but I am miserable (qíng) shutup shut up! ）

What Wang Pengfei didn't know was that Han Xing's smile gradually froze because of his disturbing behavior, and his last face turned black directly into the bottom of the pot, "Shut up!" Popcorn can't stop your mouth, right? Be careful I unplug your network cable! No, hang your spirit link! Han Xing roared with an angry face.

Obviously, Han Xing's threat is still very deterrent, as soon as he heard Han Xing's words, Wang Pengfei made a zipper gesture on his mouth with his right hand, and then sat upright, as if he was a child from a kindergarten teacher to Xiaoxing.

"Calm down, calm down! Warriors of Allah, these infidels from the West are trying to take Egypt from us! This is unacceptable, for thousands of years, they have brazenly launched countless aggressions, called 'jihad' and 'crusaders'! But what did they do? They are nothing but a bunch of robbers, hooligans, and gangsters under the banner of the Divine who have put our homeland in the flames of war, wantonly slaughtering and plundering to satisfy their own selfish (yù)! What qualifies such a scornful sin as it qualifies itself as righteous? Their god is nothing but a false god! ”

In the Mamluk procession, a black-clothed knight took the lead and led his horse to the front of the battle line, wearing a metal helmet with a conical spire, (shēn) wearing *** style chain mail, covered with a black robe for sun protection, and the helmet was wrapped in a black cloth that hung down to the back of his head.

"This is not the first time that these odious Westerners have tried to encroach on our territory, past Jerusalem, now Cairo, whose greed and ambition will never be satisfied! However, they and their false gods have never succeeded, and the brave *** warriors have defeated them again and again, thwarted their ambitions, and driven them out of our land! Now it's our turn to take up this sacred mission, and the heroic spirit of Saladin the Great watches over us from the sky! We won't let him down! ”

The black-robed *** rode his horse in front of the Mamluk array and shouted, the black robe on his (shēn) hunted in the wind with the gallop of the war horse, he held the Ruyue scimitar in his hand, and his high-spirited horse rode in front of the battle, and everywhere he passed was a tide of cheers.

"What are we going to do? Sitting still? Of course not, do the Westerners think they can scare us with catapult-like gadgets, and they think that things like burning sticks can fend off our brave Mamluk cavalry? They were wrong! We will teach them a hard lesson with our scimitar in our hands! We are the bravest Mamluks, the pride of the world, no one! No one will be able to withstand our charge on a frontal battlefield! We are Allah's warriors, blessed by His Almighty God! "If Han Xing saw this *** knight, he would definitely be surprised, because he was the leader of Segail that Han Xing had a relationship with, and the scar on his right cheek was proof of this!

"Segail, calm down! We should retreat for the time being, these Westerners are on standby, and with advanced weapons such as muskets and artillery, we are no match for them! Only by using our mobile advantage, taking advantage of our familiarity with the terrain, through ambushes and sneak attacks, to drag down their will to fight, and then wait for the opportunity to defeat them! This is a vast desert, they don't know how to survive in the desert, or it won't be long before they will be exhausted, wouldn't it be better to wait for the opportunity to fight again? A bearded man with a mysterious blue rune tattooed on his face and a black cloth turban wrapped around his head stepped forward to block Segail's dissuasion.

"Who is it that I said, it is my chief Lemoud! Why, are you afraid of them? It's not like we've never seen such things as muskets! The Turks have a lot of muskets, this kind of weapon is slow to load, very cumbersome to use, but it is just terrifying! After firing a bullet, it will turn into a burning stick! As long as they fight closely, they are definitely not our opponents! The leader of Segail pointed to the French array in the distance and said disdainfully, there was a momentum of "talking and laughing and the tree was in ashes".

"You're right, but now these people are relying on the Nile River as a barrier, and I'm afraid that we will suffer great casualties when we cross the river!" The leader of Lemoud said worriedly, he didn't care about Sergeil's bitter taunts.

"I think our big leader is just (ài) cherishing his wings at all, and he doesn't want his subordinates to suffer too many casualties!" Segail snorted coldly and mocked in a cold tone.

"Our mausoleum guards are tasked with guarding the Hamna Tower, and if the casualties are too great, or even the whole army is wiped out, who will guard the demon of the Hamna Tower? If that demon is resurrected, the whole of Egypt, nay, the whole world will be plunged into a place from which there will be no return! The leader of Lemoud gritted his teeth with a hint of anger.

"Well, if the Great Leader really does this, then please leave with your men! I don't need cowards here! Sergeil waved his hand and said loudly.

"Coward?" The eyes of the leader of Lemoud turned red because of anger, and for the martial ***, the title of coward is simply a shame that cannot be erased for a lifetime.

Surprisingly, however, the leader of Le Mud finally sighed, flicked his cloak with a cold snort, turned his horse's head and galloped away.

Vostok.

"Ali, what's going on?" Han Xing watched a quarter of the Mamluks leave the large army and began to slowly retreat in the direction of the pyramids in the southeast.

"According to Segail, Lemoud had a dispute with him and was the first to leave the battlefield!" Ali said with a sad face.

"Alas~ I'm in trouble! I've got it all in one go, and it's about to come to naught! I didn't expect this Lemoud to have such a strong endurance, and he was not affected by the agitation plan. Gotta find a way to get him back to the battlefield! Otherwise, my plans for the past year will be in vain! Ali sighed heavily and said in a heavy tone.

"Luck! If you can get the French to cross the Nile, then it is possible to turn this Le Mud back! Our plans can go on! Ali suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and then God (qíng) said to Han Xing excitedly.

"You think too highly of me, don't you? I'm a little brother in the French army, and besides, Napoleon wasn't a fool, and crossing the river rashly would inevitably increase casualties, isn't it a joke? Han Xing pursed his lips helplessly, shook his head and smiled bitterly.