While Napoleon was plotting how to advance with dignity, Wu Xin did not know that his mission was facing complete failure, and he was still painfully and painstakingly building up a force against Napoleon in southern Egypt.

The sound of slashing, yelling, and the clashing of weapons mixed together, combined with the massive consumption of oxygen by the muscles, causing the rest to be sluggish.

Delia's mushy head, mixed by Carter Leaf and Big Smoke, has long since refused to work.

Muhammad Ali had a hundred chances to make a big hole in her chest, of course he would not do this, but used one point of strength to fight her, one point of strength to shout all kinds of slogans of loving soldiers like children, and eight points of strength to observe Wu Xin's movements and eyes.

After all, he and Wu Xin are not people with good hearts, although they have been squeezing their eyebrows for a long time, they can only roughly see that Wu Xin wants him not to end in a hurry.

But what kind of plan to go further, relying on the eyes requires too much tacit understanding, although the two bad guys have talent in this area, but after all, the time of cooperation is still short, and it is not possible to make a specific plan just by looking at it.

He was still a little nervous in his heart, and through the constant reports of his subordinates, he knew that the scale of the fight was already very large, and there were more than a hundred people in him and Murad Bey's subordinates.

Many of his soldiers had long been angry with the Mamluks, and had accumulated a lot of resentment, and it was likely that the situation would get out of control if it continued in this way.

The two sides are likely to evolve from fighting to fighting, and even if it doesn't escalate, the cohesion of his subordinates will make Murad Beyi taboo.

Now the thousands of troops here have been clearly divided into two factions, one for his own cronies and one for Muhammad Ali's newly created troops.

The clearer this fact is, the more Muradbey reacts to suppress him.

He had wiped his bloody scimitar clean and looked at the situation in front of him. Thinking about whether he had given this Muhammad Ali enough restraint.

The people who infiltrated his troops didn't say that he organized them so well.

And rightfully so, when he, under the anesthesia of women and alcohol, struggled to forget the memory of defeat and lower the fear of Napoleon.

Muhammad Ali is working hard, building prestige among the soldiers with sweat and enthusiasm, and Murad Bey, who has long since withered, has no real dead to use.

The sand sent after several secret reports of information were ignored. Naturally, the enthusiasm has subsided, and now some are waiting, and some have been assimilated by Muhammad Ali and become double agents.

Spend all day providing Murad Beyi with information that suits his wishes.

The words "sharing weal and woe" are simple to say, and people who are not determined to do so can never do it.

However, Muhammad Ali is also a wise and self-aware man, and he knows that it is definitely not a good thing to turn against Murad Beyi now, and his foundation is too shallow.

If there is no external force, he is not afraid of anything, but after all, there are still tens of thousands of French troops in the north.

Although because of Murad Bey's carelessness and depravity. There are a lot of troops under his control, and the hardcore Mamluks under Murad Bey are also crooked at the top and crooked at the bottom, but he has not yet infiltrated the civil affairs system, and Murad Bey gave him money to recruit troops, so he gave him money to recruit troops.

He was very tight on the cost of feeding his soldiers and horses and procuring weapons, and Murad Beyi paid Muhammad-Ali twice a month for military salaries and supplies, and kept a firm grip on his logistics.

Of course, if there is time, energy, there is nature. That's not a problem, of course.

But Muhammad-Ali didn't have many cronies after all, and this kind of civil affairs mattered. He is even more inexperienced, so he has not made much progress in this area.

And if he fights for power with too much fanfare, he is an outsider after all, even if Mamluk and his gang are pig-like teammates, but if he really turns his face, it will be absolutely impossible to stabilize the situation. Once it is delayed for a long time, it can only be cheaper for Napoleon.

Fortunately, Wu Xin's plan finally worked?

In the confusion, two hand axes were dropped from the courtyard wall.

Murad Beyi dodged, and Wu Xin was hacked.

But it should be his plan that is right, the figure on the wall that flashes away. It must have been the man he had just met.

Muhammad Ali knew that it was almost there, and as soon as he raised his hand, he signaled his subordinates to shrink their formation and reduce the intensity of the battle.

"Ahh Save me, save me. ”

In the noisy courtyard, Wu Xin's screams were not loud, but Delia heard it.

Delia, who had been fighting with those soldiers in a dazed state, immediately came to her senses.

She slammed into the hammer, intending to fight even if she was injured and forced back Muhammad Ali.

Of course, Muhammad Ali was successfully forced back by her, and she was not injured.

Then Delia immediately gave Wu Xin a "treatment for serious injuries".

"Ahh While treating, Wu Xin shouted pain, the physical pain was fine, the strength of the hand axe throwing was not large, and it was already the end of the strong crossbow on him.

But he was distressed, such a little injury, Delia actually directly used such a third-level magic, this is dozens of thalers!

Fifty and a half taels of silver coins can fill a small mouth, and when you carry it on your body, even a strong man will quickly feel very tired.

However, just like that, just for such a small injury............

"It hurts!"

As soon as he shouted, Di Liya gave him another "treatment for serious injuries", and then Wu Xin bit his lip and refused to shout again.

However, his heartbroken look, trying not to let himself shout, brought him a third magic spell, "Bear Tenacity".

This is a magic technique that is both offensive and defensive, and in a sense, it can be regarded as alleviating the injury.

But Wu Xin hurts his heart, not his body.........

Then Deliya took out the momentum of a big fight, looked around, and was ready to attack with Wu Xin's "fireball technique" at any time.

"Your Highness Xibo, are you alright????" Although Muradbey himself was also shocked and reluctantly got out of the way, he still immediately came to check on Wu Xin's situation.

"These people are going to harm the warlock! ......... they are" Wu Xin was just about to perform halfway through when another scream rang out.

"Ah!!h

This time screaming Mesadiel.

The screams of this dangerous woman were so terrible that Delia fell down all at once, and the mountains and seas pressed down on Wu Xin's body.

Delia, who is tall and strong, plus the heavy armor, heavy boots, and heavy hammer on her body. Wu Xin was really hit hard again.

However, this did not affect him, and the obsidian viper crept into his arm.

Ahabibei died, foaming at the mouth.

How did he die?!

Murad Beyi was shocked, and when he came, Ahabibeyi was not in a good mental state, but he would not die.

Apparently, Ahabibeyi was killed. He was killed by Muhammad Ali's subordinates, not by the poisonous snake quietly released by Wu Xin.

Murad Bey, of course, could not have imagined the latter possibility.

Tonight's events have only irritated him, and now, he is finally angry.

He was quite satisfied with Muhammad Ali, this Albanian is reliable and humble, although the fight today was a bit serious, but after all, he was not rewarded after fighting the fire, and he would just scold a little later.

This result is actually quite good. Wu Xin and Delia, the two powerful spellcasters, had a deteriorating relationship with him, and with their support, Murad Beyi was confident that he would be able to take control of the situation.

Although it is expensive, the caster can provide explosive power, and Wu Xin does not need him to provide casting materials yet.

He scored a wedge between Wu Xin and Muhammad Ali while trying to balance them.

Today's matter, of course, he will take the opportunity to knock Mohammed Ali a little. For example, let him kneel down in front of so many subordinates to admit his mistakes to Wu Xin and Ahabibeyi.

Let all the soldiers see, although Muhammad Ali is their commander. But he is also a servant of Lord Murad Bey.

Everything he had was given by Lord Bey, and the wealth and honor he could give to his soldiers were also given to him by Lord Bey, and the source of all strength was Murad Bey.

This settlement was doomed when Muhammad Ali accepted the path to the south, the Ottoman faction he represented. It could not exist independently in this place, and could only be a vassal of the native powers of Egypt.

Of course, this arrogant and conceited warlock was his vassal, even if he was really a side branch of the Bourbons, in Egypt. Only the Mamluk, led by Muradbey, had the final say.

Of course, judging from the matter of finding people to dig graves, Wu Xin has always begged him for support, and has never acted privately, showing a strong sense of organization.

The communication with Ahabibeyi was also initiated by Ahabibeyi, and Murad Beyi still figured out this matter, and his subordinates have been with him for all these years, and they will still be able to do things.

It's true that the character is not very good, but aren't spellcasters, especially powerful spellcasters, all like this?

People with extraordinary strength are naturally arrogant, warlocks by blood, mages by intelligence.

However, now is the period of national resistance to the French and salvation, and it is a bit too much for Wu Xin to insult the soldiers several times.

This behavior should not be too conniving, and he also had to take advantage of the situation to punish Wu Xin, so as to give an explanation to Muhammad Ali and his subordinates for their efforts to put out the fire.

This punishment is to cancel the support for Wu Xin to explore the Valley of the Kings, in his opinion, this kind of illusory thing, it is best to be able to push it away, instead of going to the desert to eat sand, it is better to let Wu Xin make soup for him in the city.

Although he was already convinced that Wu Xin couldn't make the first kind of "mutton fat haggis" that made him rejuvenate, the effect of crocodile soup was still good.

For Murad Bey, hunting Nile crocodiles together was also a good thing, and in addition to the meat to be eaten, the animal's leather was a good material for armor and shields.

He thought that as long as Wu Xin and his little lover were given more equipment, Wu Xin was unlikely to be very opposed, and even if he was a little dissatisfied, such compensation would keep him from having a big seizure.

It's a good way to do it, and it shows authority without causing much backlash.

Most of the troublesome work was left to Muhammad Ali, so old Bey had enough time to study these tricks in addition to drinking and drinking.

If things are limited to fighting, then this matter is really good for him.

This treatment will also make Wu Xin troubled, whether it is completely in favor of Muhammad Ali, but Wu Xin has further increased the difficulty of dealing with this matter in order to avoid such a dilemma.

Wu Xin's Obsidian Viper has been of limited use on frontal battlefields since it was exchanged, but it couldn't be better against his teammates.

Of course, this thing is also effective for spellcasters and people who are already very weak, Wu Xin has tested it in the main plane and in the mission, needless to say, the extremely strong Delia needless to say, even if it is the first seat of Villefort and Kessler, who are not known for their physical strength, it is not difficult to withstand the toxin of this obsidian viper, and the resistance will appear soon, and repeated attempts are useless.

However, none of these disadvantages are present in Ahbibeyi, who has been hollowed out of his body.

Wu Xin's move completely interrupted Murad Beyi's established strategy, and the death of his son-in-law Ahabibeyi changed the nature of the matter.

Ahbibeyi died an inexplicable death, but not a painful one, he was addicted to anesthesia and was finally killed by neurotoxins, and he died a well-deserved death.

Looking at his son-in-law's dead eyes, Murad Beyi felt that the situation today was very serious, and he could no longer be with the mud.

Although the relationship between his daughter and him is not very strong, but his son-in-law is dead, if he is dealt with lightly, will it not make the soldiers doubt his prestige and ability?

At this time, more and more soldiers poured in.

As the scale of the fighting expanded, some people gradually couldn't suppress the anger and began to take out combat weapons.

This situation was unfavorable to everyone, and the already insufficient strength could not be wasted in infighting, but neither Muhammad Ali nor Murad Beyi dared to order their subordinates to lay down their arms first.

It can only be Wu Xin who came.

"Don't mess up, don't mess up, believe in Muradbey, believe in Lord Mamluk!" At this time, Wu Xin ignored the injuries on his body and shouted to Muhammad Ali's subordinates, "Let's lay down our arms together, let's lay down our arms together!" Murad Beyi will definitely deal with it impartially. ”

Although none of the locally recruited soldiers knew Wu Xin, those backbone veterans had all seen Wu Xin show his might and blow the French to the ground.

Most people didn't see Wu Xin's performance at the beginning, and most of them also felt that the caster had this attitude, and now that Wu Xin came to peace, they were also very happy.

Muhammad Ali also did not object, and through the death of Ahabibeyi, he had fully understood Wu Xin's position and strategy.

However, after he told his men to lay down their arms, Murad Beyi did not do the same, and he did not think about such an equal thing at all.

He commanded his immediate subordinates and divided and surrounded Muhammad Ali's subordinates.

Although his men did not carry knives or guns during this period, they beat Muhammad Ali's men with wooden sticks one by one.

Muhammad Ali's men had seen from this that something was wrong, but it was too late.

Murad Bey breathed a sigh of relief when the situation was finally under control, he had been trying to be calm, but the throwing axe just now made him feel that if he carried it lightly, it would be really unreasonable.

Not only will it make him lose points in Wu Xin's heart, but it will also make other subordinates' respect for him problematic.

Wu Xin bit his ear again, so he glanced at the men of Muhammad Ali who had gathered together, and said his "lenient" disposition from between his teeth: "I actually launched a mutiny, and even dared to attack Lord Benbeyi, and injured Benbeyi's distinguished friend like this, today I will not punish you harshly for the sake of your happiness in fighting the fire, and the eleventh killing will make you understand my mercy in curing the sick and saving people." (To be continued.) )