"Ali! Ali! Hulapala Charal! ”

"Hulapala Charal!"

The city of Kassona was already under the rule of Muhammad Ali, and the soldiers were cheering on him.

Most of the orc soldiers don't speak human language, but their emotions are the same.

Although it is their tradition to be mercenaries in human society, most orcs are still a little nervous about coming to a foreign land.

Even the little chief is only calm on the surface, but in fact there is a lot of pressure inside.

Day and night, he planned with the sacrificial sacrifices sent to him by his father, and studied the course of action for the future.

Wu Xin was worried that they would not fight well, disobey orders, and not have respect.

They fear being deprived of rations, of not being supplied with weapons, of being sent on the most dangerous missions.

Wu Xin and Muhammad Ali don't trust them, and they don't feel secure, but they can't just walk away so easily.

In this kind of separation, they actually have no way out, and their barren hometown can't support so many people, so they either die here, or break out of a living space.

If you go back, not only will you not damage the reputation of the tribe, but you will also have no way to live, and your brothers, who are full of hatred for you, will definitely tear yourself to pieces.

But what he feared didn't come true.

The person who came to contact him was a close confidant of Mesadir, and he was also an acquaintance, and although he was going to participate in the battle as soon as he came, things went well.

They took part in a mutiny that didn't bleed much, but the expected rewards were good.

The only problem was that the victory was too easy, which made them worry about whether the rising power of Muhammad Ali would benefit them as promised.

Muhammad-Ali won the hearts of the army, and after Wu Xin killed the messenger who had alerted Murad Beyi, Muhammad-Ali finally had enough time to take almost complete control of his troops and arsenal.

His strength swelled rapidly. Greatly reduced the value of orcs.

They said it was three hundred wolf cavalry, but in fact there were only more than a hundred thin and old wolves, and most of the orcs did not even have iron weapons, and except for the little chief, none of them had iron armor.

To have a poorly tanned leather armor is the treatment of a squad leader.

"He now controls at least two thousand soldiers. I think it's better for us to be ready to accept a discount? ”

"Well, well, in fact, five thousand thalers are not bad, if only we were given another hundred camels and a hundred large knives, those women and horses and all that would be fine."

They had already received the silver coins they had received in advance, and Muhammad Ali had bought quite a few people with the money of Mesadir.

The money theoretically once belonged to Ahabibey, and theoretically now to Wu Xin, who did not hesitate to give them to Mesadir. Let her be at the disposal of Muhammad Ali, without books, without records.

As long as he is really used for their common cause.

This impressed Mesadir.

Muhammad Ali needs like-minded supporters, hesitant supporters, and supporters who take sides for money.

Maybe there will be a different treatment afterwards, but you can't be too picky when it comes to launching a mutiny against the rightful owner.

Of course, the orcs have received it, and their expectations for the latter are not greedy.

Most of the officers and soldiers were concerned about the uprising of Muhammad Ali. are absolutely supportive, even among Murad Bey's cronies. There are also people who defect.

When the wind is calm, leaders like Murad Beyi are patient, and now that the country is in danger, even cronies are reluctant to let such a person be the leader.

In the storm, only real men can take everyone ashore.

Of course. Nor is it that there is no one who never surrenders, or wants to surrender without a chance.

"Several, all the women and possessions on that street belong to you." Muhammad Ali waved his hand at the orcs, and most of the property in this street belonged to a supporter of Murad Beyi. "This is what you deserve."

Not many orcs could understand human language, but just looking at the joy of the little chief and the old priest, the orcs understood the situation and cheered.

“@#￥5！”

“&*@！ ￥”

"Hulapala Charal!"

Except for the limited sentence, what the other orcs were howling was something that Muhammad Ali could not understand.

These orcs have long since converted to the Lord of the Stars and Moon.

However, he knew that these orcs were of course happy, they had only killed a dozen people in total, and they had not suffered any casualties themselves, and they had obtained such a huge amount of loot.

The city of Kasona was, by the standards of Muhammad Ali, a truly remote country, but for these orcs, it was unimaginably prosperous.

The orcs were almost going crazy with happiness, and the old priest couldn't control his drooling anymore.

But the old priest still wanted to shirk it a little, but the young man couldn't bear it.

The little chief said to Muhammad-Ali in his stiff star-moon language: "Your Excellency Ali, you are truly an honest and trustworthy man. ”

Muhammad Ali said to the old priest: "I value my promise very much, but there is still a problem. ”

"Do you want to cross the river and destroy that perverse Muradbey, and wait for our good boys to enjoy some sausages and women first, and then sleep for one night, and we will deal with him tomorrow!" The old priest had already learned the general background of the mutiny, and he could tell from the demeanor of the soldiers that they were supporting Muhammad Ali, coupled with his ignorance of the problems of the Turkish and Egyptian nativists, he betrayed his intended master without any pressure.

His attitude is already very good, and it is not a procrastination at all.

But the plans of Muhammad Ali and Wu Xin were much more radical and fast.

"I'm afraid you don't have a night's time." Muhammad Ali's words made the orcs nervous, "The French are coming!" ”

"Fortune people?"

"France, France."

"Fa Guo? Blue breath? ”

Even the most well-informed half-orc priests of the tribe did not know the names of the countries on the other side of the Mediterranean.

"It's the infidels who want to emancipate all female slaves, claiming that slavery is a blasphemous system." Muhammad Ali had finally found the vocabulary that these orcs could understand. And, to his surprise, most orcs understood the word "heretic".

"Oh, infidels, damned infidels!"

"What a ridiculous idea? How can this world be without slaves! ”

"Of course the Star-Moon believers want to enslave the unbelievers! To deny this is to go to Hell! ”

They let out a roar of hatred for their enemies.

Muhammad Ali continued: "Murad Bey intends to make a despicable agreement with these infidels to continue his unjust rule over Egypt under their protection!" He had never been a true cultist of the stars and moons. But. He has found the wrong allies, the infidels are weak and incompetent, and with the help of these Nubian warriors, we will easily destroy them. ”

The old priest felt that there was no problem with this, for the orcs, their memory was that when they worshipped the ancestral spirits, they were pressed and beaten by the Star and Moon cultists from the north, and converted to the Lord of the Star and Moon. They did win battles on a regular basis.

Although the one who prayed with them was called a sacrifice, not Manla.

However, they do worship and worship only the Lord of the Stars and Moon.

Still, the old priest asked, "How many heathen are there?" ”

"In the early thousands, no more than fifteen hundred." Muhammad Ali had no source of information, and he had already made a judgment based solely on his geographical and demographic observations, which Napoleon had already made in the past by the mobilized forces of Napoleon, and on the basis of this judgment alone, Napoleon would have eliminated him as soon as he knew about it.

The orcs still didn't understand the situation, but the old priest breathed a sigh of relief. He was one of the few orcs who could understand the number above "ten": "We have about three thousand, two to one. Add to that us orcs, and it's not a dangerous fight. ”

The orcs nodded when they heard the old priest speak.

Besides, Muhammad Ali did hold the sheikh's teeth, didn't he?

Muhammad Ali took out the tooth as a token and showed it: "When these weak infidels have been destroyed, I will lead my troops to retake Cairo, and you can help us defend the back road." I will also give you back your father's teeth. If you want to go back, I will accept it, but of course I still hope you don't go back. In the meantime, you can take your time to enjoy the women and wine of the city. ”

The old priest waved his hand repeatedly: "Oh, wine." We don't have wine in our tribe for this kind of sinful thing. ”

He looked frightened, as if he had never drunk quietly and profited from it in the tribe.

"That's fine! What are we waiting for?! "The little chieftain almost jumped up to deal with the French, he had no idea of Cairo, and therefore did not think of participating in the spoils.

They do want teeth, and having this tooth means that the employer approves of their job, and if things change, they can return to the tribe.

According to custom, there is no reproach for going back like this.

His orc men, though reluctant, understood that it was important to fight first when the enemy was about to kill.

He turned his head and raised his hand to signal the clan elders and officers not to get excited: "These stupid orcs won't get what they don't deserve. ”

As the orcs feared, they were indeed cannon fodder, but unfortunately they were not cautious enough after all.

…………….

After Wu Xin killed the messenger who had come to call the police to Muradbeyi, Mesadir broke up with him.

Wu Xin asked Delia to take the two ladies Yara and Cormona directly to the mausoleum.

And he himself swaggered deep into the camp with Villefort and Joel.

Along the way, Wu Xin arrogantly greeted the Mamluks who had come up to flatter, criticizing their work by the way.

Still, the Mamluks tried to curry favor with him, and their crazy actions generally led to destruction, but in a short period of time, they also brought more false smiles.

Wu Xin knew what these Mamluks were thinking, but of course he didn't care, he just wanted to walk through the camp and lead the way for the French.

"Should we kill her?" Villefort said suddenly.

"Who?" Neither Wu Xin nor Villefort lowered their voices, anyway, his current role is a murderous person.

"Mesadir, the believer of the Lord of the End of All Things is unreliable." Villefort lowered her voice, "Even if she believes that you are the prince of Spain or Austria, there is a good chance that she will follow your plan." ”

Wu Xin nodded: "She is indeed likely to sit back and watch success or failure, but at least she has advanced things to this point, and the possibility of her coming to something bad is already very small, isn't it?" ”

At this moment, chaos suddenly erupted on the edge of the camp.

But Wu Xin still walked calmly and said: "The key point is that the Jews did support the French Revolution, and I did not let her deal with Napoleon, she may support us, and the Jews will not be able to break through the old continent where their interests are intertwined, but the opportunity for the new world is greater." ”

"Do Jews have interests in the New World?" Of course, Villefort spent a lot of energy to inquire about history, but he gained almost nothing, and Wu Xin did too.

He found that most of the people of this world knew very little about the world outside of Egypt.

Even Mesadir's knowledge was strangely confined to a very small area, and she knew nothing about the newly independent countries of the New World, the Empire of Light conquered by the Elves in the East.

And further communication could not be realized, as if it was a blank, Wu Xin guessed that this should be a low-level plane, a low-level place.

Not only is the strength insufficient, but space and time are also problematic, this low-level plane fragment is likely to be unable to leave Egypt at all, Wu Xin doubts whether the Red Sea really exists, and whether this world really has "mountains".

"What a revered ideal, to restore the long-lost motherland, and to rebuild the splendid temple." However, he had no ill will towards the Jews, and he respected people with ideals.

"What Motherland? What temple? Joel was very resistant to capturing the women of the good family and selling them to the orcs, and resolutely refused to participate, and so did Wu Xin put a very high name on this matter.

He was just practicing martial arts all day these days, and he didn't listen to anything else.

Wu Xin frowned, trying to find a simple answer, but at this time, a bow and arrow suddenly passed through several people and shot towards his front door.

Villefort pushed Wu Xin away, allowing him to avoid the blow.

Wu Xin regained his footing and found that there was a French team that had been killed in front of him!

And the whole camp, still without warning, the Egyptian soldiers were completely at a loss for the situation.

The French had already infiltrated to this point, and the Egyptian officers did not organize a counterattack at all, some of them were completely unaware of the situation, and some of them simply fled.

Wu Xin didn't immediately use the fireball technique to fight back, after all, he had already used one today.

"The infidels are here, everyone take up arms with me and kill the infidels!"

Wu Xin yelled as he fled in the opposite direction to find Murad Bey. (To be continued.) )