The ancient Egyptians believed that death was like the setting of the sun, so they buried the dead on the west bank of the Nile, whether in Cairo or Thebes. The Battle of the Pyramids took place on the west bank of Cairo.

She thought she would dream of Egypt when she fell asleep, but instead she came to a world of ice and snow. There were many citizens wearing thick winter clothes dancing in the square, but what was more eye-catching were the soldiers wearing bright uniforms.

The style of the uniforms was Prussian, but after carefully distinguishing their accents, she understood that these people were all Russians. They lined up neatly and looked like they were conducting a military parade.

"See what's the problem?"

Georgiana turned around and found Bonaparte in a green marshal's uniform. He was looking at the Russian soldiers with a smile.

She was speechless for a moment.

Then Bonaparte turned to look at her.

"It's surprising, isn't it? I actually saw a hollow phalanx here." After he finished speaking, he looked at the infantrymen who were waiting. Opposite them was a group of cavalry. "In war, three-quarters of it depends on mental factors, and actual military factors The balance of power is about the quarters, tell me what their problem is, Georgiana."

"They formed three rows." She said subconsciously, "Your formation in the Battle of the Pyramids was two rows."

"It is not absolute whether the hollow phalanx should be two rows or six rows. A panicked enemy will do whatever the opponent needs to do." Bonaparte looked at the hollow phalanx as if his whole body was flashing. "Use the hollow phalanx." Dealing with cavalry will bring good results, but the fire attack of the third row is flawed and even harmful to the first two rows. I think the bayonet is the main weapon of the winner than the fire attack. "

"This battle is not about winning or losing, Leon," she said sadly.

He looked back at her.

She felt more and more that this dream was false, because the cold wind in December in Russia did not make her feel the slightest chill, nor did it blow the hat off his head.

At this time, a man in a particularly gorgeous uniform rode through the crowd on horseback. He was Nicholas I, who succeeded his childless brother Alexander I as the new tsar.

It should be 1825. Napoleon had died on the tropical island of St. Helena, 13 years after he last came to Moscow.

Citizens who sensed the abnormality hid not far from the battle site between the two armies, as if they wanted to witness something.

Obviously they didn't know that if they wanted to deal with the hollow formation, the best way was to use cannons. Even if the Russian cannons were more accurate than the Mamluks, they were not accurate enough to not affect them.

Every time a tsar succeeds to the throne, there is always a bloodshed, and this mutiny seems to mean the beginning of the reign of Tsar Nicholas I.

"You are right, a French soldier is more interested in the victory of the war than a Russian officer. They will do their best to fight and contribute to the victory." Bonaparte smiled coldly, "The love of honor It is the nature of the French to be brave and good at fighting, which drives them to work harder in the war.”

"What about ideals?" Georgiana asked. "Just now you said that spirit is three-quarters of the elements."

He sighed deeply, and white smoke actually came out of his mouth.

"You see those grenadiers, they are not sharpshooters, but they have to bring confidence to the team and at the same time use their actions to boost morale."

This was not the answer she wanted, but by then the cavalry had begun to charge.

Their formation was very thin, at least not like the Mamluks, who had thousands of them, surrounding the hollow formation from all sides like a tide.

But from another perspective, aren't these fighting soldiers surrounded by citizens?

At this time, the wind became stronger, rolling up the snow, and it was white, like a blank drawing paper.

After a while, gold gradually appeared on the "white paper", and a splendid Egyptian palace appeared. Judging from the costumes, it seemed that it was an ancient Egyptian.

A woman who looked a lot like Anna Sui in the movie "The Mummy" walked into a heavy door. Behind the door were rows of bookshelves and countless scrolls, as well as texts recorded on clay tablets.

She kept walking until she reached the innermost part, where there was an altar made of black stone, with a scroll on the altar.

There was a circle of golden thread around the altar, which looked like a cordon. The woman stood outside the cordon, as if she was making a final hesitation. Then she raised her hand, hooked it, and the scroll floated up.

"What is that?" Georgiana asked subconsciously.

"If you want to curse the Pharaoh, the first thing you need to do is break the Ma'at on him."

She looked around and found that Bonaparte was gone, replaced by Champollion.

"As long as the Ma'at on him is not removed, the Pharaoh cannot be killed like a mortal."

She thought that was nonsense. Of course the pharaohs were mortals and they were mortal.

The scroll slowly unfolded in front of the woman, and many hieroglyphics appeared. She did not recite the words on the scroll.

At this time, a monk came out from behind the bookshelf. He looked very much like "Yin Merton".

"The Pharaoh's duty is to protect Ma'at." Champollion said at this time, "If a disaster occurs in Egypt, the people will not be the same as in the story. They will feel that it is the Pharaoh's fault..."

"Unjust," Georgiana said in another language.

"What does that mean?" asked Champollion.

Just when she was thinking about how to explain, "Anna Sui" came to a small room next to the library under the guidance of "Yin Merton".

At first she thought they went to the mummification room because there was a corpse covered with white cloth on the table.

After careful observation, she found that it was not right. There was usually a statue of Anubis in the mummification room, but this one was a cobra, with its mouth open and tongue spitting out, looking down at the tiny mortal. Then "Imorton" lifted the white cloth, revealing the "person" covered by the white cloth.

To be precise, it was not a person, but a beautifully crafted wax figure.

There are many wax figures in wax museums that don't really look like people, so they give people a feeling of poor imitation.

This wax figure looks too much like a person, especially under the dim candlelight, so it feels very scary.

"Imorton" chanted a spell, and soon the wax figure sat up, as if it had become a living person, but its eyelids would not blink.

"Imorton" brought a red-hot scimitar from a furnace close to the wax figure, and then the knife with Damascus patterns was embedded in the body of the wax figure, and soon the wax returned to its original state.

"Imorton" said something in Egyptian to "Anna Sui".

"The assassin is ready." Shangboliang looked at the wax figure and said, his face expressionless.

The two left the room and returned to the altar just now. "Anna Sui" stepped over the golden line on the edge of the altar this time and began to read the text on the scroll.

"Even if Maat is destroyed, killing the pharaoh will still be cursed." Shangboliang said.

"Why do they do that?" Georgiana asked.

"The pharaoh appointed a crown prince, not the son of the woman in front of you." Shangboliang said, "As for who the father of the child is, I think you should be able to guess."

Georgiana looked at the "monk" standing outside the golden line, and there was a mysterious smile on his face.

"Did you get the revelation you wanted?"

A voice came from behind her.

When she looked back, she found that she was still in the observatory.

"Or do you just want to sleep here?" Zabini asked, as if the question just now was asked by him.

She remembered something at this moment.

If all the French wizards ran to the Alps, who would protect Bonaparte in Paris?

"Go and call Lestrange." Georgiana said.

"It's early morning..."

"Quick!" she shouted.

Zabini said nothing and left her sight. She didn't know if he followed her orders.

When she put her legs down from the recliner, her feet touched the water on the ground. Where did it come from?

Then she remembered the square in the snow, the charging cavalry, and the hollow formation that Bonaparte was dissatisfied with.

"They are Russians. Do you think you can control earthquakes?" Georgiana said sarcastically, walking barefoot to the telescope, leaving wet footprints along the way.

She seemed to remember something.

However, when she looked up, she could not see the stars in the sky. This was really unlucky. It seemed that she would not be able to wait for any "revelation" today.