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Chapter 79 Bloody Battle (for Subscription)
At the same time Muhammad Ali found each other, this group of people was not idle, and the two waves of troops began their pre-war preparations.

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

Both sides can see that the other side is a veteran. Although Muhammad Ali's Sipahi cavalry likes to steal and play tricks, they are also battle-tested. On the other side, Muhammad Ali, who was once the personal soldier of the governors of the empire, has more than once Play against each other.

He knew the level of the other party, and had wondered why the other party refused to accept Sudan's solicitation. Now he understood that in this country, someone was always needed to help the bosses do some private work.

The oppressive atmosphere at the time of the battle made these spiritual horses very uncomfortable. They shook their mane uneasily and raised their hooves from time to time. The cavalry stroked the mane of the war horse to comfort their partners. Looking at each other's eyes, revealing a resolute firmness.

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

He held up the battle flag in his hand, and his eyes scanned the cavalry for a long time, waiting for the coming moment.

The sun was about to set, and the remaining sunlight shattered into dots of gold, which fell on the vast battlefield. The sound of horseshoes and majestic drums filled the entire battlefield.

The two cavalry armies uttered an exciting cry almost at the same moment, spreading across the battlefield like thunder.

The cavalry rushed forward like a black flood, the horseshoes slapped the ground, and the soldiers were high-pitched and excited.

Swords and spear points shone coldly in the sun, and battle flags fluttered in the wind, symbolizing the pursuit of honor and victory.

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

Although Muhammad Ali had seized a lot of equipment before, there was no way to achieve full coverage of the soldiers in the first round of cavalry hedges.

But this time the Sipahi cavalry was not defeated. They stubbornly 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 too, and he waved his command flag to signal his cavalry to retreat.

And this is the innate skill of the Sipahi cavalry - beat the dog in the water. When the second round of cavalry quickly entangled the vanguard of the opponent, the two sides fought, shouting "God bless".

Seeing that the forward could not withdraw, the opposing commander simply gave up the forward. Muhammad Ali took the opportunity to command the cavalry to encircle the abandoned sons, just as the Sipahi cavalry were massacring the surrounded soldiers.

The opponent charged again, this time with multiple breakthroughs, and the encircled cavalry immediately began to attack outwards, intending to break through.

Just when the Sipahi cavalry was in danger of breaking apart, the two cavalry began to countercharge each other.

"My brethren, what can we men do but kill?

We can't even do our best to kill people.

These days, everyone probably knows how the general treats everyone.

This is not the past. Even if you ran away from the war and didn't get rewards, you could still support your family on the land.

Now, the only thing everyone can do is to work hard. Those of us have this kind of kung fu on hand. I don’t know about you, but my family is waiting for it to eat.

May Allah bless you. "

A cavalryman rushing to the front shouted.

His actions and words infected the Sipahi cavalry who were about to run away, and the group immediately followed the opponent's pace, shouting "May Allah bless you", and started a countercharge.

When the two armies clashed, from time to time some people fell off their horses and were immediately trampled into flesh.

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

The Sipahi cavalry marched forward bravely, holding the reins of their mounts tightly, driving the horses to gallop, enduring the threat of the enemy's sharp swords and the shooting of muskets.

They charged bravely, without fear, and galloped rapidly on the battlefield, turning into black whirlwinds.

Soldiers from both sides fought non-stop on this ancient battlefield. This place may have seen the prestige of the Persian king, Alexander's Eastern Expedition, or it may have been conquered by Rome, and the Arabs may have left their footprints here.

Perhaps 500 years ago, Orhan also passed by here to make a new country, Ottoman, great.

Blood was sprinkled on the sand, life was wasted morally in the fierce confrontation, cheers and shouts were mixed together, and the battlefield instantly became a hell.

As time went by, the battlefield gradually became chaotic
The horses galloped vigorously, and the cavalry remained firm in their will, striving to drive the enemy out of the battlefield.

Soldiers' spears and swords swung in hand-to-hand combat, their sharp blades ripping through the armor of the enemy, brutally weakening their lines.

Every attack and defense is full of sacrifice and courage, and the soldiers continue 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 flank, trapped the former governor's private soldiers to death, and wiped out the opponent.

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

The sun had completely set at this time, and with the help of the clouds on the horizon, the blood-red light was refracted, reflecting traces of chaos and cruelty.

Exhausted, the soldiers got off their horses and began to clear the field.

Wearing blood-stained armor and holding delicate and sharp weapons, they hurried past the corpses of fallen comrades and enemies, stabbing a corpse from time to time to prevent someone from pretending to be dead.

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

They buried the bodies carefully, trying to create an eternal resting place for them.

Muhammad Ali was counting campaign statistics with his adjutant.

"Looking at it this way, we wiped out a total of 1000 to [-] people, and our own casualties were as high as [-]."

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

"Yes, General, but one thing is very strange. According to the situation of our suppression of bandits a few days ago, there shouldn't be such a large army here, and the opponent's well-equipped equipment is a bit scary."

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

"This will probably be difficult to achieve."

The adjutant replied apologetically.

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

He said calmly.

"Look, this group of people is no different from this knife, they thought that His Majesty caused them to lose their jobs, so they seek revenge from me.

Little do they know that they are just someone else's tool and can be discarded at any time.

Now let me say something, and someone will regret it."

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