When Wu Xin's "Fireball Technique" was still condensing, Murad Beyi was still a little skeptical, although it looked like it, he still suspected that it was a first-level or second-level magic, such as "Flame Ball" and "Secondary Flame Ball".

He still had a sense of unreality until that terrible orb literally exploded in the crowd of French soldiers.

For a moment, his breathing was out of order.

The next moment, the "La Marseillaise", which had driven him crazy, fell down greatly.

Happiness instantly filled Muradbey's mind, and he hissed and shouted, "Lord of the stars and moon, you really haven't abandoned me!" Starry Moon Big! Hulapala Charal! ”

Murad Bey never imagined that a seemingly unreliable young Coptic would cast such a powerful spell.

He didn't expect that if it was really in "Hulapala Charal", then there would probably be no Copts to cast magic on him.

He only knew that a miracle had happened, a miracle given by the Lord of the Stars and Moon, hissing and praising his faith, and then commanding his subordinates to take the opportunity to attack: "The star moon is great! This is the will of the Lord of the Stars and Moon! Kill all the infidels! ”

However, his yelling did not receive much enthusiastic response.

This was not the first time that the Ottoman soldiers had seen this magic, and in the last battle, in addition to this "Wrath of the Gods", the court mage and her apprentice had cast several spells.

So what?

The French were still able to beat them, easily defeating them, last time it was 10,000 to 55,000, this time it was 100 to 25.

The high-quality cannons that the caliph had bought from the British at great expense were also lost, but fortunately the enemy did not bring them with them.

This time, though, they didn't have cavalry, although neither did the other side.

In the last cavalry battle, the French 1,000 cavalry defeated the 3,000 Mamluk cavalry and could not find the north.

But compared to the infantry, the cavalry is in any case the place where the gap between the two sides is relatively small.

Good judgment is not required. Most of the soldiers could tell that this time it was worse than the last time.

So except for Murad Beyi and a few of his few cronies, none of the others had enough morale to charge because of Wu Xin's fireball technique.

Although their morale did recover slightly.

Muhammad Ali and his Turkish soldiers were a little better, and Wu Xin's strength gave them even more encouragement.

Muhammad Ali no longer hesitated, he inspired the "Armor of the Wizard" and "Karma".

As a hybrid Warrior/Mage advancement, the "Blade of Veto" instantly fires low-level protective magic.

Both of these protective spells are instantaneous, and the former gives him powerful armor. The latter causes all those who attack him to fall into a state of "exhaustion" for more than ten seconds.

At the same time, he also wanted to give Wu Xin a defensive spell, although the casting materials were very tight, but he didn't plan to save it, although he didn't shout like Murad Bey, but he knew exactly what a caster who could cast "God's Fury" was worth to his career.

Not to mention that this young man bravely rushed to the front line to cast spells just because he was suspected of loyalty, how young he was.

Such a powerful and courageous spellcaster must be well wooed, although Wu Xin had just shown to be more friendly to Murad Bey, perhaps because they were both Egyptians. However, Muhammad Ali does not see this as a big obstacle.

He was confident that the handsome warlock would eventually understand that working with him was a better option.

What kind of magic is it for him?

"Protective arrows"?

"Absorb magic damage?"

However, before he could think about it, Wu Xin had already paid the price for his bravery, and the enemy found Wu Xin along the trajectory of the first "Fireball Technique".

Menois's lieutenant, a "stalwarts" ranger, was on the verge of the first fireball, and she avoided most of the damage with her skills.

The slight sparks and tingling pain on her body did not prevent her from launching a counterattack immediately.

Although the sun is not good for her. But she still locked on Wu Xin.

She had already done a good job of opening her bow and arrows, and saw that Wu Xin was still performing a second magic. She shot even faster than she thought, and immediately let go of the bowstring.

Wu Xin was hit by an arrow in his knee and fell down all at once.

This was followed by a "magic missile", the French mage himself was so blinded by the sun that he couldn't open his eyes, but he cooperated with the female ranger quite tacitly, and released the magic along the trajectory of the arrow.

Although he managed to unleash his second "Fireball Technique". General Mennoy almost broke out in a cold sweat, but the Ranger's shot deflected his trajectory.

Wu Xin has a "ghost face technique" on her body, but her longbow is a stalwart grade, and the arrows themselves are mid-grade, and they are coated with a layer of venom extracted from the peel of Ankaran mangosteen. This venom is not very toxic, it can only paralyze people for a few rounds, but it is extremely difficult to exempt, and of course it is also from the "Caliphate's Gift Package".

Therefore, this arrow not only successfully broke Wu Xin's "Ghost Face Technique" and made his fireball inaccurate, but also made him unable to shoot the "Fireball Technique" again before the two sides were in close combat.

"Long live France!"

"Long live freedom!"

Cheers immediately rang out.

At the same time, several French soldiers with crossbows and bows also launched a second round of attacks, and their weapons were all medium-level, but no one had the archery skills of that ranger, and under the interference of the dazzling sunlight, no second bow and arrow hit Wu Xin.

They also stopped trying, switching to melee weapons and engaging in white-knuckle combat in their favor.

The fireball did not fall on the French, but on the two fronts, which were almost non-existent.

Partially burned French soldiers, partly Egyptian soldiers.

The same damage caused an extremely large number of different reactions.

The French soldiers, with the exception of one who had already been wounded in the previous round and had already fallen, withstood the damage and cheered on the female ranger's marksmanship as they made a final charge.

The Egyptians, on the other hand, almost all fell, and one by one they became burning men wallowing on the ground.

Whether it is morale or physique, both sides are completely two levels.

The French army had just purged most of the nobility in the army, and those officers who had just risen to the top had not yet established a sense of trust in common corruption, and on the other hand were somewhat enthusiastic about the revolutionary cause.

Therefore, everyone in the French army had enough meat to eat, so almost everyone had a first-class combat rank. And what kind of virtue was the quartermaster of the Ottoman army?

Even if he is a porter in the warehouse, he can only be a porter thanks to the boss.

The officials of the logistics system are the highest proportion of all kinds of second generations in the entire empire, and even the lowest-level officials can inevitably be traced back to the heels of a certain big man and big family.

Supplies departed from Istanbul and left the warehouse. Forty percent of it will be blown away by the wind, and then all the way to Egypt, and every time it crosses a river, it will be floated thirty percent.

Therefore, it is not difficult to imagine that the soldiers of the Ottoman army were hungry and cold, like beggars.

The French almost immediately tore apart the Egyptian front, and even Murad Bey's shouts did not help.

The Egyptian soldiers shouted and screamed, trying to avoid the enemy's front.

And, as the French expected, they also affected the relatively stable Turks.

Wu Xin fell to the ground. Colmona wrapped the whip around his calf and dragged him behind the battle line.

A soft light shone on him, and Pastor Yara's "treatment of minor injuries" arrived.

"How's it going?" Wu Xin didn't know the effect of the second "fireball technique", but he himself knew that the situation was not good, because the "Marseillaise" was still so loud.

"With filthy blood!"

"Make manure for the fields!"

The lyrics have come to an end, and the warriors of France are going to water the flowers of freedom with the blood of their enemies.

"Two fireball spells are useless, these scraps still have to lose." Colmona used her roar to overpower the singing of the French soldiers. The apprenticeship hated the followers of the stars and moons from the bottom of their hearts, "especially the Egyptians. It will collapse in a minute, and they have transmitted panic to the Turks, let's run, the French general has pounced with a few personal guards. ”

Together with Yala, she pulled out the arrow in Wu Xin's knee.

"There's no need to retreat, I still have a couple of fireball spells." Wu Xin endured the severe pain. Vetoed Colmona's escapist line. "As long as you hit two accurately, no matter how high morale is, you can't help them, and the manpower is sometimes poor."

"Even if your fireball technique is free, even if you can really avoid the Egyptians and Turks, why help your enemies?" This battle. Coupled with the last battle of Zuwara, Yara had already seen that Wu Xin had the ability to avoid materials with the "Fireball Technique", but she didn't understand Wu Xin's strategy. "I trust the person who gave me this knowledge, if we really help the Ottomans recover Egypt, the Ottoman Empire on the main plane will benefit, maybe it will greatly strengthen their control over Egypt, maybe it will make Egypt produce a few extremely good warriors, Austria on the main plane is already in danger, even if the Ottomans strengthen even the slightest, they are pushing your father to destruction, do you want to destroy him? For the sake of him did not save your mother. ”

"Bold!" Although Colmona scolded her like this, she and Villefort were actually very worried and curious about whether Wu Xin chose to support the Ottoman Empire for this reason.

"Don't overthink it, especially if you don't know anything about the facts." Wu Xin was surprised that Yara could endure it so far, he knew that Yara trusted him the least and was the most resentful, but now was not a good time to explain, and he didn't plan to explain his position in pure language. "I'm pretty sure that the Ottoman Empire in this plane is too old to win back Egypt even if we help with all our might."

"So what the hell are we doing?" Apprentice Colmona felt that Wu Xin was more of a mage than a warlock, and although they were both spellcasters, the latter was not always so difficult to understand. "The first two fireball spells didn't work, and now it's too late, the battle lines have been mixed together, and the fireball spells will only make these Egyptians collapse, and the French are much more bearable."

Wu Xin trusted the "ghost face technique" too much.

The status of the "Fireball Technique" in this plane made him overestimate this defensive magic that performed so well in the previous plane.

In order to boost morale as much as possible and choose a good placement position, he leaned too far ahead.

Maybe a little further back would be a better option so that his partner could protect him as well.

Fortunately, the sunlight interfered with the enemy, and except for the first and obviously most professional archer, none of the other French archers hit Wu Xin, and they also had "backbone" bows and arrows.

Among the tens of thousands of Ottoman troops, there were too many weapons of this level, so that this elite company led by General Menuwa was too well equipped.

Unlike the last impoverished enemy, the Egyptian French army was well armed, although it had lost its native connection.

They had won too many battles, and Egypt was the most prosperous agricultural region, and there were many curiosities and equipment in the area, which became the strength of the French under the daily pressure of General Menoit.

Of course, the bigger source of supplies is the "convoy" from Istanbul.

The Caliph and his Grand Vizier spent months and carefully prepared supplies, always after a few hours of fighting, all of them made it to the French weapons list.

Armor is a great source of confidence for the French, and armor is the most valuable weapon because it provides not only defense but also morale.

The losing side loses not only material, but also more mental damage.

It is not easy to raise the morale of these newly defeated troops.

In many routs, the loss of one side is only one-tenth of the troops, and within half a month to a month, most of the defeated troops will return to the team.

However, the losing side can often only hide behind a strong fortress or a wide river for half a year or even a year, and watch the enemy's field army move freely.

On the one hand, the losing side often loses supplies and technical weapons, and more importantly, their memory of failure.

This is the state of the Egyptians in this warehouse, their armor and morale are thrown away in the crushing defeat just now.

In just a few rounds of Wu Xin's paralysis, the French army had already cut twice their size into several pieces.

On the side of Murad Bey, Egyptian soldiers had been pressed into warehouses.

Muhammad Ali's side was much better, but his tactics were entirely defensive and offensive, with only twenty or thirty men lined up to contain the more capable Turks.

Although the power of his spear is not small, Wu Xin's "Secondary Flame Blade" effect has ended, and now you can see the electric light surrounding it.

However, the French soldiers, under the leadership of a squad leader with four or five levels of strength, protected and cooperated with each other and always stood their ground.

After more than a dozen rounds of trial and maneuver, Mohamed Ali finally stabbed a French soldier to death with the cooperation of his own men.

Nevertheless, the French maintained the front, and he was certainly not enough to cut through the French detachment before the Egyptians completely collapsed.

A French soldier saw the trajectory of the "Fireball Technique" clearly, and rushed directly in front of Wu Xin, wanting to take the first credit.

Villefort blocked, and Yara smashed his breastplate with a hammer.

"Why don't we use that Murad Beyi's head as a vote?" Villefort has been waiting for this opportunity, and his capitulationism has gone further than escaparianism. "The caster can always surrender, and since our background is Copt, the French will listen to us."

Wu Xin did not answer Villefort, the paralyzing effect had passed, and he stood up.

He saw General Menuwa and the Ranger, the general's uniform and flashing cuirass, indicating that he was the commander of the enemy.

"That's him!"

Wu Xin's cloak and his face also made the enemy recognize him.

Menoit rushed over with his lieutenant. (To be continued......)