The sound of the horn echoed in the air.

Amid the dull claims, Ozger felt his breathing become rapid, his eyes staring ahead, and he had never been as restless as he is today.

It’s not because the enemy he faces is a Christian. Although in his memory, he was from the Balkans, he was also a Christian, but in Fadu’s heart, he was a long-standing vague memory. He could not remember his parents’ names. When he was very young, he was snatched away from his mother by the Turks and became a soldier of the Sultan. He was circumcised and changed his faith. Now he is no different from the Turks.

Soon the sound of gunfire stopped him, and he was thinking about this in the future... I will think about it when everything is over... I hope I have better luck...

As the people around him stepped on the drum beats together, Ozger came to an open land, and he could see a bare rock mountain on his right side. If he looked down, the situation below was clear. But the enemy did not send people to guard it, which was a bit incredible.

"Why are they not staying there?"

At this moment, he found that there was movement at the foot of the mountain - a signal flag.

Something happened before.

The enemy fired!

How could they shoot from such a distance?

The range of shooting is constantly expanding.

When the troops in front were still a mile away from the Coptics, the Coptics began to shoot. At this time, the wind stopped and Ozger felt that the air around him stopped flowing. He could vaguely see the white smoke standing still, slowly rising at the foot of the mountain. With the sound of gunfire, white smoke gushed out from the foot of the mountain. As the white smoke rose, a scream came from the front, and many people fell down.

Ozger's mouth was open. He couldn't believe his eyes. They could hit the target even if they were so far away?

As Ozger advanced with the troops, the Mamuliks on his left wing could not wait to enter the battle. The Mamulik cavalry ran from time to time, checking their formations, ready to enter the battle at any time, but now they were just watching.

In front of Ozger was a desolate wilderness, and to the left was a bare boulder. They were carrying fire rope guns and raids, and a rifle and spear stood firm like black sticks.

"go ahead……"

At this moment, Ozger saw a shell explode in front, and then one after another. The Coptic shelling began.

The shells accurately hit the brigade. Every time the shells exploded in the air, they would blow up balls of white smoke, and then hundreds of lead-made projectiles roared into the air to the Turks' bodies, causing bloody storms in the brigade.

"Swoosh..."

With a whistle, Ozger paused when he saw Ali beside him, and then the person fell down. He didn't even come and screamed, and his head was torn apart. At this moment, Ozger became a little nervous like the people around him.

But they continued to move forward with the general's orders.

"Sir, when will I do it?"

Among the cavalry on the left wing, Astan stared at the front, ignoring the problems of his subordinates.

"wait,"

Astan said.

"The Prophet will stand on the side of those with patience!"

He picked up his telescope and observed the battlefield.

Through the woods, he saw a Coptic artillery squad fire at them at the end of the earth. The Coptic firepower was accurate and fierce, which was the most violent shelling that others had ever seen. In contrast, Turkish shelling, like a child's game, could not pose any threat to the Coptics.

Putting down the telescope, Astan ordered.

"Let's rush over!"

A fanatical emotion arose in Astan's heart. He liked this feeling of fanaticism. This wild power boy would make him excited. He could feel that the firepower of the Coptics far exceeded that of the Turks, but in his opinion, those Coptics could not stop their attack.

As long as the Mamuliuks launch a charge, the Coptics will realize death and fall into failure. Of course, he will not force his rush. He will first attack one end of the enemy as before. When the enemy is under pressure and starts to mobilize troops there, the time will be ripe, and he will start the attack on the other end. At this time, the enemy does not know how to allocate and mobilize troops.

At this time, the enemy will fall into hesitation. If he is lucky, he can seize the opportunity to win. When the enemy loses his mind, those enemies will fall into the shadow of death. Under the impact of the Mamulik cavalry, their defense will collapse, and they cannot even organize effective defense.

It's all very simple!

Taking a deep breath, Astan stared at the Coptics. He could see that the Coptic column was adjusting and the Turks were also constantly attacking.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the air, and white smoke balls exploded in the air, and the battlefield was developing in a direction that was beneficial to the Coptics.

"Sir, the Governor ordered you to attack immediately!"

Finally, the governor's order was issued, and the Mamuliuk cavalry, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately launched a charge. First, the cavalry on the left wing, thousands of cavalry rushed forward like waves. They held scimitars and ran wildly while shouting.

Just like hundreds of years ago, these Mamuliuks still retained the tradition of hundreds of years. They howled and rushed towards the enemy. When they charged, shells shot from the artillery positions ahead of them, landed near them, exploded in the air or on the ground, and many war horses fell, but this did not stop their attack.

"The Mamuliuk people moved!"

Huang Mingsheng stared at the Mamuliuk cavalry and ordered the messenger here.

"Order the Third Battalion of the Guards to Block the Enemy!"

After his order was issued, the square formation of the Third Battalion of Guards, which had been the reserve team, became a slender line formation. No one would suspect that the thin line formation was fragile and vulnerable.

"Kill here!"

Astan's tone seemed extremely relaxed.

"Kill all these pagans!"

While leading the cavalry to charge, he smelled the breath of torches emitted from the air and saw the white smoke that exploded in the air, like huge white flowers. At this time, the Coptic artillery team was shooting at them in an orderly manner. The white smoke balls were shrapnel flares that exploded in the air.

Although the galloping thunder of thousands of horses covered up all the sounds and the moans of the injured could not be heard at all, you can still see a large number of people falling down from time to time, as if they were tripped by a tripping rope. Every time there would be a large number of people falling down.

Under the attack of the shrapnel, the red blood mixed with the yellow smoke and dust. The Mamuliuk cavalry continued to shout, waving their scimitars to charge forward,

"Kill here!"

"Kill them all..."

"Go and take down that artillery unit, the one in front!"

Astan pointed his finger in front. According to the Turkish rules, the spoils belong to the winner. As long as he can seize the Coptic artillery, everything from the artillery to the artillery will belong to him. He knew that many people were jealous of the artillery.

The shells whizzed past their heads. Sometimes a shell would penetrate the horse's body directly. The war horse would even drag its flesh and blood forward and continue to gallop for several feet before falling heavily. The horse team continued to charge and rushed through the wilderness. The enemy's shells fell.

A war horse instantly turned into a ball of white smoke, and shotguns swept through the cavalry, either hitting the cavalry's body or hitting the horse. The thin iron plates and chain mail could not stop the bullet's attack at all.

The Mamuliuk cavalry charged forward in front of the artillery fire. They roared, as if they wanted to vent their anger with their roars, but what awaited them was a denser rain of bullets.

In front of them, the First Guards Infantry Battalion was arranged in a mile-long horizontal line, a thin horizontal line, the soldiers in the horizontal line kept aiming and shooting, and as they shot, the officers stood beside them, shouting loudly.

"put!"

With a call, another volley, thousands of scorching projectiles flew towards the Mamuliuks with a neat volley.

The soldiers who stood in a strait to fight the enemy had no fear at all when facing the galloping charge of thousands of horses. They were shooting there as they did during training.

This thin horizontal team of more than 2,000 people can shoot 5,000 to 6,000 bullets in one minute, and there are also scattered soldiers and sharpshooters fired cold guns. Faced with the charge of the Mamulik cavalry, these soldiers from the Ming Dynasty seemed to be completely unmoved, just shooting quietly. No matter how the enemy shouted, they were just shooting quietly there.

Finally, when it seemed that he could see the appearance of those people clearly, Astan discovered that the enemy standing in front of him was not the Coptics.

"They are not Coptics!"

In Astan's eyes, these unmoving enemies were like a wall. The Mamuliuk cavalry team was scattered. At this time, everyone wanted to rush up and chop these enemies standing there like dead people to the ground. However, when they arrived, there was a volley of fire. The bombs were like locusts, and the Mamuliuk fell down in groups, all of them were disorganized, and some people even began to flee back.

"As I kill you!"

Astan rode his horse and continued to charge, his servants and slaves followed him, and he shouted loudly, waving a long curved knife in his hand.

"Run! The Mamuliuk people rushed..."

At this moment, suddenly he felt his body pause, as if a scorching object was penetrated into his chest, and then the scimitar in his hand fell from his hand...
Chapter completed!