In the old Coptic churches, the number of people attending meetings has decreased by a quarter.

But the atmosphere was high, and everyone no longer cowered and did not dare to speak.

Although the French carry the slogan of "liberty, equality, fraternity" and are also Catholics who believe in Ciric, they treat the Copts very well.

The French, who had lost supplies at sea, were completely dependent on Egypt to supply their army, and in order to give the soldiers far from their homeland the courage to fight, it was of course impossible to pay only ordinary salaries, and good food and local women were the only two keys to maintaining morale.

Napoleon's oppression in Egypt was quite fierce, and the native Star and Moon Church felt from the depths of their souls that each other was the spokesman of the devil.

Under the leadership of several Manla, the Egyptians launched several uprisings, but they did not know what kind of enemy the French army was in this era, let alone what kind of person Napoleon was, so naturally they revolted again and again and failed again and again.

To be honest, Napoleon was undoubtedly a representative of progress compared to those Manla, but the locals as a whole did not appreciate their set.

Although the Copts were the oppressed people of Egypt, the people in this church were mostly elites and vested interests, and they were extremely disgusted by the sense of equality brought by the French.

And the lower Coptic people, who were supposed to support the French, did not know at all what the French philosophy was, and the French did not have the ability to propagate deeply.

They only saw the French occupying the wealth and children of the old masters, so that even if there were people who supported the French, it was only for a piece of the pie.

And the people in the church don't want a piece of the pie, most of these vested interests just want to keep what they have, and it would be nice to get rid of these Europeans.

Everyone rushed to express their enthusiasm and loyalty to the Ottoman Empire to Master Wu Xin.

They all said that they were not at odds with the French invaders.

Someone shouted solemnly: "The pyramids are the crystallization of the toil and sweat of the Egyptian people, and the resting place of our Coptic ancestors." Whoever wants to open the mausoleum and seize the treasures inside is our enemy! ”

Someone echoed with anger on his face: "The Black Continent is the Black Continent of the Black Continent people, and those white-skinned guys are robbers and liars!" ”

Of course, there are also people who are afraid, and a chubby Coptic merchant is a little afraid that Wu Xin is planning too much: "But there are less than 5,000 Copts in Cairo, even if you can organize 2,000 men." It was impossible to deal with the French garrison. The other residents are all Xingyue Cultists, and they will not accept our leadership position at all, if we obey the leadership of those old Manla, then why should we resist, just wait for them to decide the victory. ”

"Of course we won't do it alone, I'll contact the British fleet." Wu Xin wanted to cooperate with the Ottoman Empire, but he could not break away from the relationship with Britain, "There is no problem with this, after all, the British Empire and the Ottoman Empire are close allies." ”

Several Copts nodded. Since the rise of Russia, the British Empire has been working against her.

Unlike the Ottoman Empire, which was beaten by the Russians, the British Empire was not afraid of the Russians.

In fact, in recent decades, she has been invincible against everyone, except for a few small uprisings in the New World.

But that's not a big problem, those stupid immigrants who left the support of their home country may soon be wiped out by the local natives, right?

Several Copts offered Wu Xin some spell casting materials and nutrients. However, none of this can be taken out of the mission space.

Wu Xin asked them to be as prepared as possible, and then left with the most active old Copt.

Wu Xin, of course, could no longer stay in Cairo.

Get out of the church. It was getting dark, and you could see Cairo City and the Nile River in the distance.

The Coptic church where Wu Xin and the others met was not in Cairo, and the Star-Moon Cult Manla never allowed pagans to move around the city, even though the Copts had always been very respectful in paying the pagan poll tax.

The church in the town outside the city was the limit of their tolerance.

This provided Wu Xin with the convenience of their activities, and he did not have to face swift retaliation from the French after purging the pro-French faction.

"Why don't you kill them all? Can this delay a little time? "Villefort knew he was in a bad situation. So take the initiative to make the most cruel suggestion. "Isn't it dangerous that those kingkillers are chasing after them?"

On the basis of the information he had just received, he referred to the French as "kingkillers" in order to show that he was absolutely loyal to the French king, to the monarchy, and last but not least. Loyal to Wu Xin.

"Of course, the more stealthy the better, but the killing spree may discourage others from cooperating with us." Wu Xin explained with a smile, and in general, it was to let Villefort not worry.

Wu Xin doesn't think that after he leaves, the Copts who just supported him will really be loyal to him, and someone will definitely report it to the authorities.

Even if some kind of miracle really happened, and all the Copts remained silent, Wu Xin believed that it would not be long before the occupying authorities would realize that their eyes and ears among the Copts had been destroyed.

So Wu Xin told Villefort: "Don't go south with me, for when the gates are opened, go into the city and tell Marshal Napoleon, or the highest-ranking French officer you have access to, a message." ”

Villefort refused with a dirty face, he thought that as soon as he agreed, Wu Xin was going to kill himself: "No, no, no." Cesare, I'll go with you! I'm not going to Cairo City! ”

No matter what Wu Xin said, he just didn't agree.

In the end, Wu Xin could only give up his idea and continue to go south with him.

Villefort breathed a sigh of relief.

………………

Wu Xin and they got on a boat at the pier outside the city, and then took a small boat down the Nile River to the south, and when they saw the pyramid of Khufu,

Wu Xin ignored the opposition of the old Copt, Jom, and insisted on a stop.

Let his teammates withstand the attack of the skeleton soldiers, Wu Xin used a "treasure smell", but he couldn't smell anything.

The pyramids are really tombs that can't hold treasures.

Then Wu Xin could only get back on the ship before the more powerful undead came out.

After this delay, they arrived at the destination of the trip at noon the next day.

Rejected the other party's suggestion to eat first. Wu Xin asked the gray-haired old Copts to take him to his destination immediately.

As mentioned earlier, the old Coptic estates were small and far from the river, which was quite barren.

Crossing a wheat field that was not very fertile, Wu Xin and the others came to a rather remote valley.

There is a warehouse in the valley.

When Wu Xin approached the warehouse, he could hear someone making a loud noise inside.

Wu Xin raised his hand. Motioning for everyone not to speak, he crept through the window into the warehouse, and then stood on the pile and watched the situation below.

The farm is not large, but the warehouse is so large that it can easily accommodate hundreds of defeated soldiers.

The people in the warehouse were clearly divided into two groups, and the two people at the head were arguing.

"Let's go upstream along the Nile, I have a stronghold on the Nubian border, we can hold on there, and my lost men will come to me one after another."

"Lord Murad Bey. Going upstream along the Nile, to Nubia, not to mention the hardships and dangers along the way, even if this plan succeeds, we will become lost dogs, there will be no money or food upstream, and the blacks will not cooperate with us. Then we might as well flee east in the first place, and flee directly to Jerusalem and Aleppo. There we can at least have the support of the caliphate. A man in his thirties, rather handsome, was arguing calmly but firmly. However, his Xingyue language level is not very good, and it is obviously not his native language.

Although he tried to be polite, the other party did not appreciate it.

The person arguing with him was a rather old man, but he was still very fierce.

The other party was full of momentum and said unceremoniously: "What can you know about this Albanian boy?!" Lao Tzu saw that you were a reinforcement sent by the Caliph. To be polite to you, do you really think that you are a representative of His Majesty the Caliph?

The person who spoke in front of him replied again in his own stumbling Xingyue language, still in a calm tone and with a firm attitude: "Master Muradbey, you are very right. It is true that I am only an Albanian boy, but now there is no news from the Pashas, and I am the supreme commander of the Ottoman army, so I am naturally the representative of His Majesty the Caliph. ”

Subsequently, several Turkish officers met him, and it seems that although his identity is not correct, this person still has the capital to convince people.

Considering the current situation, eighty percent should be ability rather than family background.

"Whatever you want to go, anyway, Lao Tzu will go by himself, Lao Tzu don't die here, you want to use your neck to test the knife for the French, then whatever you want." In the interval, the old Copts had already introduced Wu Xin, and this person was the largest local Mamluk powerful figure before the French army invaded Egypt, Murad Bey.

He had just suffered a great defeat in northern Egypt, but he did not flee back to Ottoman control with the remnants of the army, after all, as the head of the Mamluk, he actually did not have a good relationship with Istanbul, and he chose to hide in the south.

And he still wants to continue to run away to Nubia (castle note: the name Sultan is really unusable, it is too easy to cause confusion).

Although he seemed to be scared by the enemy, the equipment on his body made Wu Xin's eyes shine, and the weapon was not very good, but the armor was shining, and it seemed to be "comfortable steel armor", although this armor had the protection of steel armor, but the load was very small.

And the man who argued with him was Muhammad Ali, the leader of the remnants of the Ottoman army, and he was clearly opposed to continuing to escape.

He was dressed in a peculiar way, and there seemed to be no armor under his cloak.

But the fact that he was holding a spear implied that he was not a mage.

"Things are not desperate, the fleet of the British at sea is still there, the Istanbul side has not abandoned us, and His Majesty the Caliph will definitely send new reinforcements." Despite being treated with contempt and rudeness, Muhammad Ali continued to persuade Murad Bey peacefully, and he seemed very worried, "What's more, I'm just a small Albanian officer, in fact, no matter where I flee, no matter who rules Egypt, I don't care, but watching the French open the Great Pyramid, take out the wonders of the ancient Drow Pharaoh, and stabilize the rule in Egypt, Lord Bey, don't you care?" ”

His words clearly hit the nail on the head, and Murad Bey was defeated by Napoleon several times, but he was always on the move, constantly organizing new troops, constantly looking for new allies, wasn't it for that delicious power?

"Hmph. The British are not a good thing either! "Murad Bey is certainly not happy with the British paddling in the Mediterranean and then sitting back and watching themselves desperately." They won't go ashore, no matter how big the ship is, no matter how many cannons there are, what does it have to do with us. ”

Most of the audience nodded in agreement, and the British said they were also fighting a bloody war with France. Eighty percent are liars, who has ever seen them really fight?

"Humph!"

Only two people snorted coldly in their hearts at the same time.

Unlike the short-sighted old Bey, Mohammed Ali knew the same as Wu Xin that it was the very existence of the British fleet that gave them such a chance.

But none of them would say anything nice to the British, and when they saw him waver, Muhammad Ali struck while the iron was hot: "Of course they can live like this, after all, Egypt is the Egypt of the Mamluk lord." His Majesty the Caliph has always recognized the tax rights and judicial privileges of the Mamluks, but do you think if the French get their hands on the treasures of the ancient pharaohs and continue to rule, will these powers still exist? Can even Mamluk still exist? ”

"Oh, you don't know those big pyramids, where are there any treasures." Wu Xin also agreed with Murad's words, and he was still heartbroken about the more than 100 tales of spell casting materials that he had used up in order to use his "treasure sense of smell". "I assure you, it wouldn't have been worth exploring a thousand years ago. Those French are dreaming! ”

Although Wu Xin only made a preliminary exploration, the Great Pyramid is really the worst tomb. It's an endless number of tomb robbers.

Although the various undead living there, it is implied that there may be necromantic magic knowledge inside, and there may even be a magic circle that is still in operation, but it is extremely difficult to obtain, and the cost performance is very low.

"Don't underestimate Napoleon, he's a man who can do miracles........." Muhammad Ali was right when he said it. Wu Xin believed that Napoleon was able to perform miracles, with his own help. "Haven't we seen his power again and again? After the Battle of the Nile Estuary, we all thought that the French would be demoralized because of the cut off of their retreat, but they became more and more courageous. ”

"Humph!" Murad Bey is not a native of Egypt, he was sold to Egypt from the Caucasus Mountains as a teenager. Therefore, his power and status were fought with a knife and a gun, so he still had a judgment on Napoleon's talents. "That's why we can't stay here, we withdraw to Nubia first, and re-raise the troops there, no matter how poor it is, a thousand troops, I can still pull up. If the British fleet is really as strong as you say, we will wait for the French to run out of ammunition and food, and then kill them back. ”

The plan was not brave enough, but it was not irrational.

It's just not in the interests of Muhammad-Ali, Murad Bey has deep roots in Egypt, and whoever rules Egypt can't do without him, but Muhammad-Ali gave up his privileged life in Albania and traveled thousands of miles to the Black Continent, is it for his loyalty to the caliphate?

He's doing it for his own interests, his own ambitions.

Retreating to Nubia, Murad Bey could rebuild a small army with his own eunuchs and connections, but he could not control the Ottoman soldiers under his command.

In the battle that had just ended, he led his troops to perform well in the battle, and in the case of overall defeat, he avoided the strong French army, found a company that had just been formed by the French, and won the victory.

This was the only shining point of the Ottoman army in the whole battle.

As a result, he gained considerable prestige among the Turkish soldiers.

But even so, it would be remarkable that he could flee south with them, and long-term control was impossible.

After all, he was only an Albanian, and although many of the soldiers he had brought with him from his homeland, many more Turkish soldiers were temporarily coerced by him simply because they had no officers.

If he fled south, his prestige would soon be lost.

As soon as the hearts are scattered, those people will surely ask to travel to the Star-Moon Peninsula via the Red Sea and then return to Istanbul. (To be continued......)