I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 1146 The Battle of the Pyramids: The End
Of course, Muhammad Ali also knew that he was involved in an extremely dangerous gamble—his previous actions were in fact disobeying orders.

But the stakes on the table were so high that he was willing to risk his life for them.

Just as the sun was nearing the horizon, the garrison on the outskirts of Cairo suddenly began to riot, and soon they dropped their weapons and fled back into the city.

An officer rode up to Mohammed Ali and exclaimed excitedly in Albanian, "Sir, the Egyptians have retreated!"
"According to our captured soldiers, Ibrahim's main force has been defeated by the French, and more than 100,000 French soldiers will cross the Nile tomorrow morning."

Muhammad Ali remained calm, mounted his warhorse, and personally went to the front lines to command the pursuit of the routed enemy.

No one saw him exhale a long breath the moment he raised his whip.

The next morning, Muhammad Ali rode his horse slowly outside Cairo, his eyes fixed on the ancient and prosperous city.

An officer caught up and cried out anxiously, "Sir, the Cairo army has completely deserted. We only need to launch an attack to take this place immediately, but why..."

Muhammad Ali raised his hand to interrupt him, saying coldly, "Are you questioning my orders? Everyone, stand by!"

He knew, of course, that Cairo was within his grasp, but he was waiting for news from the other side of the river.

Without the support of the French, he could at most gain the merit of "capturing Cairo," and might even have to pay off the penalty for violating military orders.

He wants far more than just this.

He waited until noon before a French messenger dressed in Egyptian attire finally arrived and handed him a letter.

Muhammad Ali quickly read the letter, a smile appearing on his lips. He bowed to the messenger, patted his chest, and said in French, "Please convey my sincerest gratitude to General Massena. I will do as he instructs."

After the Frenchman left, he immediately turned to his officers and said, "Order them to enter the city immediately and maintain order in all key areas."

"Your soldiers must be strictly disciplined. They must not plunder any Mamluks, and they must not harm them."

The officers exchanged glances, and one cautiously asked, "Sir, but what if they attack us..."

“That won’t happen. They will welcome me into the Governor’s Palace with a grand ceremony.”

Hours later, to the merriment of the Naydi and Kamanja, hundreds of Mamluk nobles led the citizens from the east gate of Cairo all the way to the governor's palace.

In the main hall of the governor's palace, officers of the Albanian Legion watched in astonishment as officials of all ranks in Cairo and religious leaders presented their commander with chests of extremely expensive gifts.

Then came a grand banquet, and the whole of Cairo celebrated as if they had just defeated the Ottoman army.

at the same time.

Abdullah is leading nearly 4 Mamluk cavalry across the Nile and landing on the east bank.

Instead of attacking Cairo, which was occupied by the enemy, Algiers officers soon led camel caravans to bring him large quantities of supplies such as bread and oats from Cairo.

The following day, Abdullah ordered the entire army to march along the southern edge of the desert toward Obo—where the main Ottoman forces of Raif were currently stationed.

As he rode his horse, gazing at the vast expanse of yellow sand beside him, he couldn't help but recall his conversation with Ibrahimbai the previous night.

"You mean, you want to support a junior Ottoman officer as governor?"

“Yes,” Ibrahim nodded, “the French promised that if we did this, they would release our soldiers and guarantee that all Mamluks would be unharmed, and there wouldn’t even be a major reshuffling of officials in Cairo.” “But…”

"Follow my orders."

Ibrahim shouted, then glanced at the French soldiers at the tent entrance and lowered his voice:

“An officer without a strong backing is much easier to deal with than a high-ranking official sent by Constantine. Besides, he will certainly still have to rely on us to govern Egypt. In a decade or so at most, we can sideline him again, just like we did with any previous Ottoman governor.”

He patted Abdullah on the shoulder and whispered in his ear: "Remember, resistance is in the blood of the Mamluks. Our temporary bowing is only for tomorrow's resistance!"

Abdullah lowered his head: "Yes, Lord Bey."

Ibrahim continued, "Tomorrow, gather the cavalry that are still capable of fighting and head to Aubo..."

Abdullah's eyes widened immediately: "Lord Bey, the Ottoman main force still has more than 4 men, while our soldiers are already very exhausted, I'm afraid it will be difficult..."

A Mamluk officer beside him interrupted his thoughts, saying in a low voice with a troubled expression, "Sir, we'd better rest for a few days first. If we attack Raif now, it might be very difficult..."

Abdullah smiled and said, "Don't worry, the Ottomans will offer their heads to us to cut off."

"what?"

A day later, Abdullah's army arrived near the Harazunigan River, southwest of Obo, and immediately lay in ambush near the desert upstream.

Meanwhile, Raif was still planning to rest in Obo first, and then go to coordinate with the French army after they began their attack on Cairo.

Just then, a French messenger brought news, but not that the French army had launched an attack. Instead, it was that Muhammad Ali had taken Cairo in one fell swoop while Ibrahim's main force was away.

Raif was immediately alarmed.

As the commander-in-chief of this offensive against the Mamluks, he was still eating sand in Obo with tens of thousands of troops when an insignificant Albanian officer stole the credit for capturing Cairo!

He hurriedly inquired in detail about the situation in Cairo, and upon learning that the Mamluk army had completely collapsed, he immediately ordered the entire army to rush to Cairo as quickly as possible.

He was worried that Muhammad Ali would rob all the wealthy Mamluks in the city.

Furthermore, by rushing there as quickly as possible, he could also stop Muhammad Ali from sending a war report to His Majesty the Sultan.

That's right, he had to write the battle report of the great victory himself!
Thus, the Ottoman army hastily assembled and marched rapidly toward Cairo.

However, just as Raif's vanguard crossed the Kharazunigan River, they suddenly felt the ground begin to tremble slightly.

He was completely unprepared for war—with Cairo already occupied, what organized army could Egypt possibly have left?
Soon, a dark mass of cavalry appeared in his field of vision.

But he didn't even send out his early warning troops. It wasn't until he vaguely saw the feathers stuck in the heads of the approaching cavalry that he cried out in alarm:

"Line up! It's Mamluk cavalry!"

(End of this chapter)