On the grain pile, the reincarnators looked at these defeated soldiers who had survived the catastrophe, and they were more or less worried about Wu Xin's choice.

What can such a force win?

They didn't worry enough, after all, they hadn't seen up close the French army in this era, almost trampling the world under their feet.

It's just that they saw the determined figure of the tricolor from afar, otherwise they would definitely be more worried.

Villefort was a little calmer than the others, and after looking at it for a while, he realized that it was another fork choice.

However, he did not intend to ask questions, and after he resolutely rejected Wu Xin's suggestion that he should go to Cairo to find the French occupation authorities, Wu Xin sent the fisherman Joel back.

Wu Xin did believe him, but if he returned to Cairo, it would indeed weaken Wu Xin's support for him.

This is the paradox of politics.

For Villefort, his best choice is to resolutely not give Wu Xin a chance to doubt him, he needs those nutrients, as a young and diligent "backbone" wanderer, with enough elite-level nutrients, he has a great future.

So he continued to remain silent, not to make himself visible, and he had already made up his mind to keep a low profile as much as possible in this mission.

After a few more minutes, the situation deteriorated further, and the Egyptian soldiers began cursing Muhammad Ali, who opposed the escape, mocking him for not being a true follower of the Star and Moon.

This is not true, Albanians did fight for their belief in the goddess of magic, but there are very few Albanians who still believe in the goddess of magic today.

Muhammad was born as a follower of the stars and moons, but Murad Bey, a Caucasian who believed in the goddess of magic as a teenager.

Pastor Yala gradually understood the situation, and she asked Wu Xin, "Which side are we rooting for?" ”

"The more desperate, the more lost party." Wu Xin looked at a few teammates. The priestess was more astute than Kormona, "Besides, we're Egyptians too, aren't we?" Hehe. ”

He had long since decided to choose the Egyptian locals.

He had to do that, and if he helped the Turks, then if he helped the Ottomans in the end, it would be really the opposite of the same.

Only by helping the local faction expand its strength can the interests of the primary plane and the secondary plane be reconciled.

Wu Xin's specialty is "knowledgeable about history". He can't provide details about the character, and if this specialty is advanced, his choice will be different.

Then Wu Xin, surrounded by the reincarnation team, walked the grain pile and went deep into the chaotic crowd.

Their sudden appearance caused chaos in the warehouse.

"Who are you?!" Murad Beyi shouted as he drew his two scimitars.

Muhammad Ali was not alarmed, and unlike the careless Murad Bey, he did not give the warning to Zhuang Ding completely.

The guards he arranged on the top of the warehouse had already seen Wu Xin and his party and reported the situation to him.

Because of their calm pace and limited numbers. And the old Coptic owner of this warehouse was with him, so he knew that Wu Xin had no ill intentions.

As the handsome warlock slowly walked into the warehouse, he looked at Wu Xin leisurely.

With a handsome face and a royal blue cape, he is really a romantic character.

Wu Xin is wearing the cloak of gold lilies on a blue background, since he can't sell it for the time being, he will use it first.

Although he can't activate some of the spells on his cape, just the charm bonus is not coarse, and most of his skills are closely related to charm. A few more charms will give him a bonus to each of his skills.

This style did not cause any undesirable reaction in the Ottoman army, and most soldiers did not know that the "gold lily on a blue background" had represented France for hundreds of years. In their eyes, the red, blue and white tricolor was the representative of the French invaders.

And those who can know the pattern of the costume of the Capetian family of the French royal family also know that this is not the clothes that French people wear today.

No matter how high the banner of "freedom, equality, and fraternity" is, if you dare to wear this dress, it will definitely send you to the guillotine without negotiation.

With the overthrow of the French royal family, many royal curiosities and collections fell to the market. It's not surprising that some unsophisticated spellcasters just wear it.

Such an appearance, such a majesty, is absolutely unforgettable, how can such a character not be seen in Cairo?

Their subordinates, however, reacted in the opposite way.

Muhammad Ali's Ottoman soldiers were the first to draw their weapons and quickly gathered into a small battle formation. And Muradbey's subordinates shouted and screamed one by one, and became a mess.

Even the Turkish soldiers who are more effective in combat, Wu Xin is very unsightly, they are in a very poor mental state, and they are just a group of defeated soldiers.

It's just that everything in the world is contrasted, and the Egyptian soldiers gathered by the local Mamlukbey are no longer called soldiers, and their eyes are full of despair, almost no one has armor and shields, and they can't see a single long weapon.

Everyone trembled, ready for the next escape.

Murad Beyi's reaction with his weapons drawn did not inspire them to fight, but rather to make them fearful.

Even just because Wu Xin and them entered the warehouse, a few people shouted hysterically, and it was not until a few Mamluk nobles who were still calm slapped them a few times that they barely managed to control the situation.

Wu Xin, with the help of Villefort, squeezed through the crowd and walked to the warehouse, in front of the two leaders.

"Don't panic, don't panic." The old Copts also shouted loudly while following Wu Xin, "Master Murad Bey, Muhammad Ali Pasha, Jom has brought you reinforcements!" ”

After the defeat, any reinforcements are precious, and although the most ornately equipped Di Liya is missing, Wu Xin's dress still shows that they are powerful.

And old Chomgu tried to yell, but Murad Beyi still couldn't control his anger, partly because of the pressure caused by his insecurity after the defeat, and partly because he was angry at the poor reaction of his subordinates.

When watching them argue from afar, Wu Xin just felt that his strategy was not right and that he could not cope with the current situation as a qualified leader.

But when he got closer, Wu Xin found that the real situation was even worse.

All he saw was an old man with sunken eyes and a raza.

That mighty Mamluk was gone, he just hadn't slept well for too long. Elderly people with insufficient judgment and behavioral capacity.

However, his decline is more mental, physical, and courageous.

He jumped up, wielded a scimitar against Wu Xin's sideburns, and even cut off a lock of his hair slightly, stared at Wu Xin's eyes viciously and said, "Reinforcements? Just a few soft-footed shrimp and a little white face. Also counted as reinforcements? With such a good character, Lao Tzu and I can deal with ten by myself. ”

This kind of behavior of showing the courage of the horseman makes him even more unworthy of being called a leader, but Wu Xin is in a helpless position, and he still has to support him.

However, although he has decided to cooperate with him, Wu Xin has not given in, he has this capital.

Tongues of fire ignited in his hands, and he met the scimitar!

Steel and flesh collide together, a battle between fire and blades.

Several of Wu Xin's fingers were cut into deep blood grooves. But he won, and Murad Bey hurriedly retreated several steps in a row, barely stopping until he was behind two of his cronies.

His performance created even greater fear among his soldiers.

The brave old Bey's scimitar was severed by the enemy's grip, and he himself was burned to the ground, and it was only a matter of face.

In just one round, Wu Xin successfully burned Murad Bey's scimitar!

Wu Xin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he was right.

He stood up straight, though. There is no back-down, and in fact, it is not without injury.

Muradbey's scimitar is just a mortal soldier. This is certainly not the original weapon of Murad Bey.

Although he only has the strength of the "backbone" level, he is not only a warrior, but also a leader.

As one of the most powerful Mamluks, there are still two "elite" scimitars, but those two scimitars have become trophies of a French officer.

Wu Xin judged from the dull blade and the tattered and rotten scabbard that he could withstand the blow.

His hand hurts. But there is no problem with momentum!

Muradbey's performance shouldn't be so clumsy, his scimitar could actually cut off Wu Xin's fingers before it broke, but this plane is too declining, and it can't even be regarded as a complete sub-plane.

He had never seen such an ability as "instantaneous". I haven't even seen "silent hair".

Wu Xin didn't lose some of the carefully preserved materials, nor did he say any spells, and in his concept, magic was always associated with lengthy spells and expensive materials.

Facing this situation for the first time, of course he was taken aback, although the power of the fire tongue is not great, but a person who can instantly perform this level of magic is unheard of in this world.

And he was not ready to fight, although he was very unfriendly, but he also saw that Wu Xin should not be an enemy.

So he just wanted to give Wu Xin a dismount.

Several of his close subordinates also took out their weapons to protect old Mamluk.

Villefort, Colmona and Yara also took out their weapons, and Yara also wanted to give Wu Xin a "treatment for minor injuries".

But he refused, and the blood vessels in his fingers were not large.

Wu Xin raised the flame to the limit, so that the blood immediately vaporized and did not stay between his fingers, so as to show his strength.

He held his hand up to his face so that everyone could see the burning power in his hands.

"Stop! If this adult wants to kill us, just cast a spell from afar! Before the chaos could spread, Muhammad Ali jumped out and separated his men from Mamluk and the Samsara members.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding, this is Lord Xibo, a mage who is stronger than Master Hussein, and a loyal servant of His Majesty the Caliph!" Old Jom finally got a chance and hurriedly explained together. "Lord Sibo, this is Murad Bey, the agent of His Majesty the Caliph in Egypt."

Wu Xin raised his hand slightly, the warehouse was very dim, and the light source was just right.

He walked up to Muradbeyi.

"You're not a mage, you're supposed to be a warlock, right?" Muradbey, who has regained a little sanity, still has some knowledge, such a handsome guy should be another kind of spellcaster.

Wu Xin nodded at him: "My ability is given by the gods, and I am born with it!" ”

"I think of you, Cesare Cibo." Murad Beyi also finally remembered who Wu Xin was, as a warlock, Wu Xin's background identity still has a certain degree of popularity, but in the past. He, a Copt, couldn't squeeze in Cairo's power core with all the Star-Moon cultists no matter what. "I had a drink with your father at the time, what are you doing here?"

Even if a warlock family doesn't have real power, in the city, they can always talk to the big guys.

Of course, that's all, Old Bey won't give Wu Xin any real privileges, but the manor tax exemption is always a must.

This is also the family that dares to abandon the traditional wheat. The reason for growing cotton, they have a lot of savings, and even if there is no agricultural income for a few years, it is not a big problem.

"I have come to fulfill my vow to His Majesty the Caliph." However, since there is a tax exemption, Wu Xin is strictly speaking the knight of the caliphate in Istanbul, and legally speaking, he can also be said to be a Sipashi or a Mamluk, but he is alone, has no clan and nation, and still cannot integrate into the ruling class. "One I've wanted to fulfill for a long time. An oath that has never been forgotten, Murad Beyi, I beg you to give me a chance. ”

If the Copts came to ask to join the army in the early half of the year, they would definitely be spies, and they would throw you into prison and torture you for three days.

This cannot be blamed on Muradbey, who faced an enemy under the banner of "freedom, equality, and fraternity". How dare he trust the long-oppressed Copts?

Who knows if they're going to defect? This is not a false prediction, if the Copts were allowed to form their own troops. They had already stabbed the Mamluks in the back.

Napoleon did study the situation in Egypt for a long time, predicting that the Copts were his important supporters, and this is indeed the case today.

However, after Wu Xin's repeated defeats, Murad Beyi could no longer treat a spellcaster like that, not to mention that he actually believed Wu Xin's words.

He lined up to defend his subordinates and walked over to hug Wu Xin: "Many of the Star and Moon Believers have abandoned their oath to His Majesty the Caliph. And you don't. ”

"All honor belongs to the caliphate." Wu Xin also extinguished the flame in his hand and hugged him warmly.

………….

When the main force of Wu Xin and his gang went to the Ottoman camp, Joel Sr. nervously knocked on the door of the French occupation authorities.

General Abdullah-Menois was the third-in-command of the French occupation forces and one of Napoleon's most trusted men.

As a native of France, his parents certainly wouldn't have given him the name "Abdullah". This is the name he gave himself when he came to Egypt, just as he had found a new faith for himself.

In an attempt to win over the locals, Napoleon rejected the military priest's suggestion to convert the Great Star Moon Temple in Cairo into a Dark Sun Church.

And General Menunow went even further, and he declared himself a Star and Moon cultist without any psychological obstacles!

While Napoleon was leading a large army to keep the British on guard along the coastline, he sat in Cairo to collect supplies for Napoleon's army and replenish as many troops as possible.

Compared to the former, the latter is much more urgent and difficult.

Although the French casualties were only around 500 at each time they wiped out tens of thousands of Ottoman troops, it was too difficult to replenish them.

Even if he changed his name and wore a big turban all day, he would not be trusted by the Egyptians, and of course he would not trust the Egyptians.

The French could only rely on relatively high salaries to lure the locals, and then Menoy reviewed the backgrounds of the natives who were willing to join the army one by one, and if they barely met, they were first incorporated into the French army in charge of police work, and then after a period of investigation, they were added to the real French field army.

The work was extremely ineffective, and there were very few French speakers here, so General Menoy worked until midnight for a long time.

The same is true tonight.

"General Menois, Joel, a Copts who have always supported us, asks to be seen, and he claims to have something important to report!"

This report made Menois immediately put down his work, which was a big deal, and the Copts were the most important source of the French army.

Seeking to see you in the starry night, there must be something big.

Joel is the most Francophile Copt, which is a reflection of Joel's good relationship with the French group on the main plane, although he is not astute, but the relationship is solid.

"Please!"

General Menois got up and went to the living room to meet Joel. (To be continued......)