The Crescent of the Sultan

At the same time that Muhammad Ali discovered the opponent, this group of people was not idle. The two waves of people began their own pre-war preparations.

The air was filled with a tense and thick atmosphere, and the roar of war horses could be heard from time to time on the silent battlefield.

Both sides could see that the other side was a veteran. Although the Sipashi cavalry in Muhammad Ali's hands liked to cheat and play tricks, they were still battle-hardened. On the opposite side, Muhammad Ali had been a personal soldier of the imperial governors more than once. Play against each other.

He knew the other party's level, and had wondered why the other party refused to accept the Sultan's solicitation. Now he understood that in this country, there was always a need for someone to help the big bosses with some private work.

The oppressive atmosphere when the battle was about to take place made these spiritual horses very uncomfortable. They swayed their mane uneasily and raised their hooves from time to time. The cavalry stroked the mane of the war horses to comfort their comrades, and the soldiers talked to each other. Looking at the other party's eyes revealed determination.

Muhammad Ali is located in the middle of the military formation, his majestic face reflecting his decisiveness and leadership.

He held the battle flag high in his hand and glanced at the cavalry for a long time, waiting for the coming moment.

The sun was about to set, and the remaining sunlight broke into golden dots and fell on the vast battlefield. The sound of horse hooves and majestic war drums filled the entire battlefield.

Almost at the same moment, the two cavalry armies let out exciting shouts, which spread across the battlefield like thunder.

The cavalry surged forward like a black flood, the horses' hooves slapped the ground, and the soldiers' mood was high and excited.

The tips of swords and spears flashed with a cold light in the sun, and the battle flags rustled in the wind, symbolizing the pursuit of honor and victory.

When encountering the enemy for the first time, the equipment gap quickly became apparent.

Although Muhammad Ali had captured a lot of equipment before, he was unable to achieve full coverage of the soldiers during the first round of cavalry hedging.

But this time, the Sipaxi cavalry did not collapse. They tenaciously resisted the opponent's attack and provided help for their own cavalry's flanking detour.

The commander on the opposite side seemed to be aware of this. He waved his flag to signal his cavalry to retreat.

And this is exactly the innate skill of the Sipaxi cavalry - when the beaten dog is launched, the second round of cavalry quickly entangles the opponent's leading troops, and the two sides fight, shouting "God bless".

Seeing that the forward could no longer retreat, the opposing commander simply gave up the forward. Muhammad Ali took the opportunity to command the cavalry to surround the abandoned soldiers, while the Sipashi cavalry was massacring the surrounded soldiers.

The opponent launched another charge, this time with multiple points of breakthrough. The encircled cavalry immediately began to attack outwards, intending to break through.

Just when the Sipaxi cavalry was in danger of breaking up, the two cavalry began to launch a countercharge against each other.

“Brothers, besides killing people, what other skills do we have?

Even killing people, we can't do our best.

Everyone probably knows how the general treats everyone these days.

This is not the past. In the past, even if you ran away from the war and received no reward, you could still rely on the land to support your family.

Now, the only thing everyone can do is to work hard. Those of us only have this skill at our hands. You and I don’t know, but my family is just waiting for it to eat.

May Allah bless you. "

shouted a cavalryman rushing in front.

His actions and words infected the Sipaxi cavalry who were about to run away. The group immediately followed the other party's steps, shouted "May God bless", and began a countercharge.

The two armies clashed, and from time to time someone fell off his horse and was immediately trampled into pulp.

The battlefield is filled with the smell of smoke and death.

The Sipaxi cavalry marched forward bravely, holding on to the reins of their mounts and driving their horses to gallop, enduring the threat of the enemy's swords and musket fire.

They charged bravely and fearlessly, galloping rapidly on the battlefield, transforming into black whirlwinds.

Soldiers from both sides were constantly fighting on this ancient battlefield. This place may have seen the fame of the Persian king, Alexander's Eastern Expedition, or it may have been conquered by Rome. The Arabs may have left their footprints here.

Perhaps five hundred years ago, Orhan also passed through here to make a new country, the Ottomans, great.

Blood was spilled on the sand, lives were squandered in the fierce confrontation, cheers and shouts were mixed together, and the battlefield instantly became a hell.

As time goes by, the battlefield gradually becomes chaotic

The horses galloped hard and the cavalrymen were determined to drive the enemy from the battlefield.

Soldiers' spears and swords swung in hand-to-hand combat, their sharp blades tearing through the enemy's armor and cruelly weakening their lines.

Every attack and defense was full of sacrifice and courage. The soldiers continued to struggle and fight at all costs.

In the end, Muhammad Ali won the victory. With the advantage of the number of troops, he finally completed the detour on the flanks, trapped the former governor's private soldiers to death, and annihilated them all.

The smoke of the battle cleared, and with victory in hand, the army began to clean up the battlefield.

The sun had completely set at this time, using the clouds on the horizon to refract blood-red light, reflecting traces of chaos and cruelty.

Exhausted, the soldiers dismounted and began to clear the battlefield.

Wearing blood-stained armor and holding delicate and sharp weapons, they walked hurriedly past the corpses of fallen comrades and enemies, and stabbed a certain corpse from time to time to prevent anyone from pretending to be dead.

The sad eyes of each revealed their inner pain. Some soldiers dug pits to bury the remains of their comrades to respect and commemorate their lives.

They carefully buried the bodies in the ground in an attempt to create an eternal resting place for them.

Muhammad Ali was tallying battle statistics with his adjutant.

"Look at it this way, we annihilated a total of 1,200 people and suffered as many as 700 casualties."

Muhammad Ali asked calmly, war is so cruel, he is used to it.

"Yes, General, but there is something very strange. According to the situation of our suppression of bandits in the past few days, there should not be such a large force here, and the opponent is so well-equipped that it is a bit scary."

"Can you find out where it comes from, north or south?"

"This will probably be difficult to achieve."

The adjutant apologized and replied.

Muhammad Ali was walking on the battlefield. He picked up a scimitar, shook it beautifully, and then threw the knife on the ground.

He said calmly.

"Look, these people are no different from this knife. They think it was His Majesty who caused them to lose their jobs, so they seek revenge on me.

Little do they know that they are just a tool for others and can be discarded at any time.

Now let me tell you something, some people will regret it.”

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The title of the book is "The Conquest of the Qing Dynasty Begins from Nanyang". The protagonist is Su Yan, who was sold to Ceylon by the Dutch and planned to rebel. Goldfinger is a mounted slashing system. Everyone should have played mounted slashing.

The author is also an old author, not newer than me. If you are interested, you can check it out.