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Despite suffering such a horrible injury, the Death Guard said nothing, threw away the broken spear, pulled out the spare mace, and fought the enemy in close combat. The Mamluk was faster, while the Death Guard had higher endurance. The two sides fought for two rounds and suffered damage to each other. Sparks flew from the plate chain mail and fish scale mail, and there were four clanging sounds.

The Mamluks fought more and more bravely, as if they had forgotten that they were poisoned, or as if it was their last fight of life.

However, their formation was disrupted by the poison gas attack, and their comrades failed to reach him in time, while the Death Guards were still densely packed. Several nearby Death Guards waved their spears and pinned his legs, causing the Mamluk to lose balance and fall to the ground. He was finally hit by a hammer, causing blood to splatter and brains to spray out.

Mamluk shook his body weakly, a scar the size of a bowl was smashed out on his brain, and before he died, he burst into a final burst of madness, suddenly pounced forward, and knocked the Death Guard in front of him to the ground. With his left hand, he caught the short spear that had pierced his left eye long ago and twisted it hard, and at the last moment of his life, he died together with the enemy. One of them had his brain smashed in, and the other had his left eye pierced. Despite such serious injuries, neither of them screamed before dying, and they were as silent as death itself.

The fighting in other places was just as brutal. After a group of armored cavalrymen who dismounted to fight were surrounded and killed after charging alone, the rest quickly united together, formed a formation and fought on foot, fighting back and forth with the Death Guard.

Spears stabbed each other, hammers swung, and the battle between slave soldiers was extremely brutal. The Mamluks took out their special bows and threw javelin-sized flaming rockets, killing many Janissaries. The Death Guards took out Ottoman muskets and fired a round of earth-shaking musket volleys under the cover of spears, killing a large number of Mamluks.

Teams of elite Death Guards joined the battlefield in silence. Each of them was over two meters six in height, and their rusty, decayed green iron armor seemed to be integrated with their flesh and blood, expanding and contracting with their breathing and heartbeats, and constantly spewing out more deadly pus and miasma. The giant sickles burning with plague fire in their hands were swung with all their might, and could even cut a Mamluk wearing triple armor in half with one blow!

After covering the mouths and noses of their horses with cloth soaked in water, teams of royal Mamluks launched a second devastating charge under the cover of smoke and rain of arrows. The flaming rockets flying in the sky burned their sick bodies, six-meter-long two-handed spears pierced through their solid armor, and the galloping horses shook the giant of death. Elite slaves who had been trained since childhood and spent countless time and money on both sides died in large numbers on the battlefield, turning into worthless records of casualties.

However, no matter how brave the Mamluks were, or how great their cavalry advantage was, they would continue to suffer in the poisonous gas. However, no matter how seriously wounded the Death Guards were, as long as they were not dead, they could slowly recover their strength and injuries in this poisonous cloud! Their endurance and recovery speed were terrifying.

In a corner of the battlefield, a company of Death Guard musketeers lined up in three lines and began to attack a poisoned and paralyzed Hunyuan body. Hundreds of bullets shattered his huge and blasphemous body, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. Artillery support arrived again from the rear, and a cannon directly blew up half of his head! The sky was filled with blood pouring down on the heads of the Death Guards like a rainstorm.

Unfortunately, the poisoning just now caused all the Mamluk priests to concentrate on treating these behemoths. While they were curing the poison, they also quickly healed the horrific wounds caused by bullets, allowing these behemoths to recover their combat capabilities in the first place.

"Roar!!!"

With a deafening roar, a Hunyuan body protected by toxins moved. He looked like a giant petrified lizard from the abyss, with eight huge claws supporting his dark and sturdy body. Rows of bony thorns protruded from his back, and his skinny, skull-like lizard face was creepy.

But the most terrifying thing was the thirteen slender, huge red snake heads that stretched out from its back and continuously spewed flaming fireballs into the sky. In each round, there were thirteen flaming fireballs at a distance of hundreds of meters, exploding between the Death Guards, turning the originally neat formation into a burning flaming ruin.

Under the monster's continuous long-range bombardment, the second Hunyuan body suddenly emerged from the ground along with the shaking battlefield. The huge mouth of the abyss, along with a large amount of rocks and soil, directly swallowed up an Ottoman legion commander who was hiding in the rear to command!

Although she looks like a centipede, each of her limbs is a dark and slender arm of a drow woman, holding different weapons. Above each arm is an incredibly beautiful drow woman's face, which looks extremely stunning and creepy.

"call--"

The moment it broke out of the ground, the black centipede's body suddenly spun, driving its one hundred arms and one hundred weapons to spin at high speed. The entire mixed body was like a metal storm, wreaking havoc in the Death Guard formation, killing people and causing their limbs to fly, flesh and blood to splatter, and broken flesh and armor to be blown in all directions by the storm. An entire company of Death Guards were swept up in it, and then all of them were slaughtered in a matter of seconds.

At this moment, the overwhelming number of heavy-armored Mamluks that followed also launched an offensive after the armored Mamluks launched the assault. They first launched a rain of arrows into the sky as if they were risking their lives, and then looked for the weaknesses in the Death Guard's formation to launch an assault. They were like sharp knives, piercing into the poisonous cloud without hesitation.

Afterwards, another 10,000 ordinary Mamluks also joined the battlefield. They were all drow slaves wearing black armor. They raised their giant crossbows and shot conical, poisonous, armor-piercing arrows into the sky at an efficiency of one arrow every two seconds. They used the rain of arrows to cover the Royal Mamluk cavalry's charge and attack their mortal enemies.

Although they were protected by poisonous clouds and covered by artillery fire, the number of 7,000 Death Guard infantry was not enough when facing the charge of 10,000 Royal Mamluk cavalry, the rain of arrows of 10,000 Mamluks, and the bombardment of hundreds of Hunyuan bodies. They were outnumbered by 7,000 against 20,000, and it was remarkable that they could withstand the impact of these monsters and demons without collapsing.

After finding it difficult to quickly break through these tough enemies from the front, the Mamluk cavalry changed their tactics under the command of ten emirs. They first concentrated their forces and rushed towards one place, allowing a large number of Death Guards to gather at the attack point, exposing other empty and weak points.

Afterwards, the cavalry would immediately use their mobility advantage, abandoning a small number of slaves to guard the rear, and the rest would immediately leave the battle line and charge at the empty and weak points! The drow elves in the rear also provided endless arrow rain support. Since they joined the battle, the armor-piercing crossbows that covered the sky and the sun have never stopped. Some veterans of the Death Guard on the front line were beaten into hedgehogs. After several rounds of this, some Mamluks had already dragged their wounded bodies, tore through the Death Guard's battle line from the weak points, and rushed towards the artillery!

Chapter 450: Road to Death

"Call the Sultan for help. The enemy cavalry is too numerous. Have Perturabo and Magnus increase their magic and artillery support, otherwise I won't be able to stop them. Reserve troops, attack."

Mortarion watched as a small group of Mamluks actually broke through the weak point of his defense. He suddenly stood up from the command seat and tore off his pale cloak, revealing a pale, sickly elf loli. With psychic energy flashing in the corners of her eyes, she used a [Vitality Spell] that was almost the same as Aenarion's.

In an instant, vast and surging plague psionic energy gushed out from her thin and fair body, constructing a psionic body of the Plague Demon around herself. The rusty and festering corrupt green armor armed her into a corrosive pagoda tens of meters high. Four extremely beautiful and gorgeous poisonous butterfly wings spread out from behind her, sprinkling streaks of poisonous scales in the air. Her hands, wrapped in the corrupt green armor, held a giant sickle forged with psionic energy.

Mortarion stretched out her arm and fired an acid burst at the Mamluk who had broken through the battle line. Three strong acid missiles flew out of her hand, and three acid splashing energy explosions exploded in the middle of the Mamluk! The splashing acid corroded the armor, flesh, and bones at a speed visible to the naked eye. Although the accompanying rolling poisonous mist was not as strong as the acid, it could also penetrate the armor and rot the flesh, instantly causing everyone to scream terribly.

At this moment, a total of seven hundred Plague King guards also followed Mortarion to join the battlefield. All of them were Viking slaves captured from Eastern Europe in the past. They were tall and strong, with rusty and rotten green armor integrated with their burly bodies, constantly spewing out gaseous and even liquid poisons. All of them held shields, sickles on their waists, and carried fourteen two-meter-long giant javelins on their backs. Under the cover of the poisonous cloud, they slowly stepped into the battlefield.

As the enemy approached, the Plague King's guards suddenly drew out their javelins and threw a round of them at the Mamluks who were rushing towards them. The poisonous javelins, each as thick as a bowl, whistled and tore through the sky, hitting them like a violent storm, with enough force to smash iron sheets, knock cavalrymen off their horses, and shoot their horses in batches.

The neurotoxins in these weapons are comparable to

The poisonous cloud that spread across the entire battlefield was much more terrifying. Even if one was scratched, the poison would quickly spread throughout the body, causing the Mamluks to foam at the mouth, paralyze their nerves, and temporarily become paralyzed and lose their ability to fight, barely filling the gap.

Mortarion flapped his two pairs of psychic butterfly wings, screaming across the sky, and stepped onto the battlefield to help his legion kill the mixed body. The centipede that was raging on the battlefield screamed excitedly after seeing Mortarion, and suddenly drilled into the ground, hiding its body, and then rushed out from the ground behind Mortarion! The insect body of dozens of meters long touched the psychic butterfly in the sky, and hundreds of arms holding weapons rotated again, flying, turning into a metal tornado, and madly slashed at Mortarion.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!!!"

One huge weapon after another slashed at the demon shadow that was transformed by psychic energy, causing sparks to fly and venom to fly everywhere, but failed to hurt the opponent in the slightest. Instead, they were burned by the splashing venom and their skin was corroded.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Hunyuan body in the form of a hundred arms of the centipede wanted to escape, but a big hand held its tail tightly. The other hand of the Demon Shadow raised the huge sickle of annihilation that covered the sky and the sun high up, and with a sweep, cut the centipede in half vertically! Throwing it to the Mamluk, two hundred beautiful drow faces were vomiting blood in pain, and two hundred slender arms were dancing crazily in pain!

"Motarion! One of the eight sword-wielding Vichirs of the Ottoman Empire!"

Seeing a valuable target reveal its true form, the Mamluks were extremely excited. The remaining cavalry continued to break through and charge. The three emirs realized that they were no match for this monster, so they joined forces to kill Mortarion. The first emir was a Goliath who was 2.6 meters tall and had skin as solid as rock. He was wearing three layers of heavy armor and holding a sword and shield. The moment he launched a frontal assault, he roared all day long! In an instant, his entire body swelled, his muscles grew rapidly, and a cloud of red blood mist rushed straight into the sky!

"Allah! Hu Akbar!!!"

Mortarion looked at one of the fifteen emirs rushing over and thought that he was a valuable target, so he swung the scythe of annihilation again. With one blow, he knocked the opponent back five steps. His eyes rolled back and blood came out of his mouth and nose. His left hand holding the shield kept shaking, but he still blocked Mortarion's full-strength attack.

The second Emile drew his bow and shot arrows at Mortarion. Each arrow was infused with [Advanced Dispel Magic], trying to destroy the demon shadow, forcing Mortarion to be distracted and try to finish off with acid bombs, but one arrow after another accurately hit the psychic missiles flying in the air at high speed, countering and eliminating them one by one.

The third Emir held an elemental warhammer and a huge shield, prayed to Allah for elemental magic, and healed the first warrior who rushed up. He also enchanted the weapons of the two with flames. The longbows and swords burned with the golden holy flame of Allah, making the offensive of the two more fierce!

The three Emils were obviously old brothers who had cooperated for many years. The combination of warriors' melee combat, hunters' long-range cover, and shamans' auxiliary treatment really slowed down Mortarion's offensive and restricted him here, unable to move. The seven hundred plague kings did fill the broken front line and even pushed back a bit.

However, they were too slow, and the Mamluks, realizing they couldn't get through here, resorted to the same old tricks. Three more emirs joined together and led their elite troops to find the weak spot created when the Death Guards deployed troops for support. They trampled over the silent corpses and broke through in one fell swoop! About 700 Royal Mamluks approached the artillery position, and in the middle of the artillery fire was Sultan Selim himself.

Seeing that someone had finally broken through the Death Guard's defense line, the Mamluks released all of their flying beasts. Thirty-three flying Hunyuan bodies instantly crossed the sky above the Death Guard, assisting the seven hundred Mamluks in launching a fierce attack.

"Mortarion did well enough with seven thousand against twenty thousand. Now it's up to you, Perturabo."

Selim praised the tenacity of the Death Guard and gave the order to the Iron Lord who was in charge of the artillery.

The little Loli hiding in the iron golem nodded unwillingly, and directly dispatched two legions of musketeers to shoot into the sky in a three-line formation, weaving a dense fire net to intercept the flying monsters.

At the same time, she ordered the artillery to replace all the reloads with shotgun shells, and then took out the secret weapon: five companies of ogre lead sprayers. These ogre monsters were all equipped with heavy iron armor, like small metal mountains, carrying a one-pound cannon in their hands, and all equipped with shotgun shells.

Seeing that the seven hundred Mamluks were close enough, Perturabo cast a spell instantly. The metal golem raised its huge hands high into the sky and dragged them downwards with force. Under the traction of the magic power of the Lord of Steel, four meteorites screamed and broke through the interception of the atmosphere, swooping down burning, and smashing into four burning molten lava lakes on the path of the Mamluks!

For a moment, the earth shook and magma splashed everywhere. Not to mention the war horses, this disaster-level shaping spell frightened the Mamluks. Just as they stopped their horses in front of the magma lake and prepared to charge in another direction, Perturabo gave the order to bomb. One hundred and twenty huge cannons and five hundred one-pound portable cannons fired a round of devastating shotgun bombardment at a distance of only a few dozen meters from the Mamluks. The iron sand and bullets spewed out from the muzzles and turned into huge waves sweeping across the sky and the earth!

The flames died down, the iron sand fell

On the ground, seven hundred Mamluks were bleeding in the face-to-face grapeshot bombardment, with heavy casualties. The corpses on the ground were shattered into slag, and the broken flesh and blood merged with the hot iron slag, the faint fragrance of burnt meat and the choking gunpowder intertwined and rushed into the nostrils. The musketeers scattered on both wings launched another round of volleys after the bombardment, leaving no one alive on the ground.

The Hunyuan bodies in the sky suffered extremely tragic attacks from muskets and magic shootings in the air. A large number of steel men holding seven-meter-long spears gathered densely near the cannons, and like hedgehogs, they counterattacked the monsters in the sky, making it impossible for them to land.

Even if they fell from a distance and then charged towards the cannon on foot, they would be blocked by the Iron Warriors at all costs. In a hurry, the gunners in the back row even fired at the mixed Yuan body and the Iron Warriors who were mincing meat on the front line! No matter how much it cost, the artillery position must be protected.

Gradually, the Mamluks felt despair. With a force advantage of 20,000, they could only suppress 7,000 Death Guards and were unable to defeat them at all. It was meaningless for them to find loopholes occasionally and break through the defense line. Within an hour, they had three waves of cavalry break through the Death Guard's defense line, but without exception, they all died on the way to the artillery positions, their flesh and blood pulverized by the artillery fire.

Under the coordinated defense of Mortarion and Perturabo, this road was like a corridor of hell. No living person could walk the entire road and reach the Sultan and the cannons.

Even if they did not rush towards the artillery, turning back to encircle the Death Guard would be meaningless, because the Death Guard were extremely difficult to fight, and they could still hold on without being defeated even when attacked from both sides. And this period of time was enough for the Iron Warriors to deploy the musketeers and ogre artillery forward, launching a counter-encirclement and counter-annihilation against the Mamluks who had escaped the defense line, killing more Mamluks one after another in the deafening artillery fire.

Chapter 451: Lord of the Red Sand

In the center of the battlefield, 10,000 Mamluks and 7,000 Death Guards were fighting each other. Smoke and poison clouds rose into the sky. Warriors and horses were bleeding on the battlefield. The clanging of metal, the roar of soldiers, and the explosion of gunpowder resounded through the sky! Soldiers in the rear urgently supported them. The rain of poisonous arrows covered the sky and the roar of artillery was deafening.

Limited by the firing rate of artillery and the upper limit of mana, the Ottoman bombardment could not eliminate the enemy in a short period of time, and no matter how terrible the price the Mamluks paid, they could not destroy the enemy's artillery positions. The two sides were deadlocked here, and neither could move forward.

On the two wings, the Mamluks' inferior provincial troops and conscripted soldiers faced the Janissaries, who were comparable to the Death Guard.

On the left wing, the vampires of the Midnight Lords were restricted by the scorching sun at noon and could not do much. They just commanded the necromancers to control thousands of zombies and giants and consolidate the defense line. They did not seek merit but only to avoid mistakes. They remained unmoved under the harassment of Mamluk archers. The zombies shot to death by the rain of arrows would be pulled up from the ground again by the necromancy in an instant. The large-scale charge of the conscripted infantry was like waves hitting the rocks, unable to break through the blockade of the undead.

On the right wing, the Ottoman horse archers and the Mamluk horse archers engaged in a bloody battle on the green grassland. War horses neighed, swords and bows were aimed, herdsmen were pierced by thousands of arrows, warriors were hacked to pieces by the swords, and soldiers were trampled into bloody pulp by horses. The scene of the light cavalry charging each other on both sides was in great chaos, like the boiling sea surface under the turbulent air. Teams of cavalry hit each other like raging waves, charged and killed, and then were shattered into hideous water foam mixed with blood and flesh.

The infantry columns on the right wing turned into a bloody killing hell. The Mamluk border guards of the Syrian province were barely at the level of Roman auxiliary soldiers. When they found that their own horse archers were entangled by the Ottoman horse archers and they could not provide support, they had to face the Janissaries of eight legions alone. Their hearts were already trembling. The Governor of Syria was also unsure and ordered the soldiers to hold the line of defense and maintain the shield wall. His mentality was exactly the same as that of the Midnight Lords, who did not seek merit but only to avoid fault.

According to intelligence, the eight legions on the opposite side are world-devourers whose close combat level ranks among the top three even among all the Janissary legions.

However, when eight legions of World Devourers rushed forward, the Mamluks' fear gradually dissipated. They were surprised to find that the first row of Janissaries, who were wearing brass plate armor, holding giant beheading swords, and decorated with bloody silk and skulls, were actually arranged in a skirmish formation?

You know, in the era of cold weapons, the density of the formation is the key. If the formation is so scattered, once the battle begins, there will be five or six soldiers in a dense formation locally to deal with a lone stragglers together, and the loose formation is also more easily broken up. The only advantage is probably that it reduces the damage of long-range attacks. Forget about muskets. Archers, in order to pursue the firing rate, all shoot directly in the general direction.

"Archery!"

At a command from the Syrian governor, a large number of elves wrapped in turbans drew their bows and shot feather arrows at the World Devourers. However, the arrows could not penetrate their brass armor. They could only watch as these warriors, who were arranged in scattered formations, walked all the way to the front of the formation, making creepy roars, and groups of scarlet blood mist seeped out from the gaps in their armor and rushed straight into the sky. Then, everyone brandished their giant swords and launched a ferocious bloody charge like a tidal wave!

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull sacrifice to the Skull Throne!!!"

The soldiers in the first row were terrified, and swallowed their saliva. They raised their shields and thrust their spears, using their numbers to fight against the enemy in a dense formation.

Janissaries.

There was a flash of blood, and the spearheads of two or three rows of spears were all chopped off. The terrifying strange force flowed along the broken spear shafts, causing the soldiers to bleed from their knuckles and their hands to go numb. The next moment, a soldier and his shield were chopped in half by a scarlet giant sword. The crack was as smooth as a mirror, and blood even gushed out from the broken corpse after two or three seconds.

The World Devourer stepped forward and stepped on the corpses as he entered the Mamluk army formation. With a sweep of his blood-red greatsword, he directly cut five or six soldiers in half along with their shields. He swung the greatsword in his hand like a windmill, whirring and tearing terrifying scarlet blood-red arcs in the air. The enemies around him fell one after another like weeds. He kept rushing forward, like a red storm, stirring up a bloody storm. In an instant, the broken heads and limbs of the provincial soldiers, wrapped in dripping blood, were splashed in all directions like a rainstorm!

In other directions, the results achieved by these warriors in brass armor were just as good. Every monster was like a bloody god of death, killing corpses all over the crowd. Heads were rolling and giant swords were spinning. Anyone who was touched would die and anyone who was touched would be injured. The terrifying strange power and superb fighting skills made it impossible for ordinary soldiers to stop these monsters!

At this moment, the Syrian governor finally understood why the other side had to deploy a skirmish formation to fight the enemy. If they deployed a normal, dense formation, these monsters would not be able to swing their giant swords.

In a corner of the battlefield, the provincial soldiers of Syria encountered an even more terrifying nightmare: Angron, Lord of the Red Sand, did not sit in the rear and command the legion like the other Sword-wielding Vichirs, but instead assigned herself to the First Commando Team and launched an attack together. She was a Persian tiefling who worshipped fire, the product of human and devil intercourse, but her appearance was closer to a devil duke than a human.

A psychic aura emitting dark power surrounds this towering scarlet humanoid beast. Behind her hips grows a long whip-shaped tail with flaming tongues, and her waist stretches out a pair of huge wings. Gorgeous demonic flames dance on her armor-like scarlet scales. A giant sword sharp enough to cut off souls and a giant axe burning with hellfire are tightly grasped by two huge claw-shaped hands. Her beautiful face is full of madness, and her huge demonic horns are guarded in the shape of a crown in front of her forehead. The venom dripping from her fangs and claws can even knock down the most powerful mortal creatures.

The monster stood upright, more than five meters tall and weighing two tons, and it charged like a scarlet tank, shaking the earth. More than a dozen soldiers were knocked away by it like fallen leaves, and a group of soldiers were knocked down by it. The spears used to counter the charge were simply unable to pierce the bear's red scales burning with the flames of hell.

The whip with flaming tongues swept across, whipping more soldiers high into the sky. She swung the huge sword and axe in her hand, and each blow could kill seven or eight soldiers and knock more soldiers away! The neat formation was completely destroyed by her alone!

After a while, the monster seemed to feel that killing small soldiers was not satisfying enough, and it rushed towards the nearest Mamluk general with earth-shaking steps, running in the army formation of the provincial soldiers as if he was taking a leisurely stroll in the garden, trampling, knocking away, and hacking countless soldiers along the way. It easily rushed more than a hundred meters in the sea of ​​people, leaving a scarlet road of corpses behind it, and cut the general in half with one sword. After tearing his body into pieces, the terrifying giant sword still had enough strength to leave a bottomless long scar on the ground!

Chapter 452: Death Charge

The left wing was in a stalemate, the right wing gradually collapsed, and the Royal Mamluks in the center fought bloody battles and finally broke through the Death Guard's front line. They found a perfect way: that is to pull the drow shadow troops who were responsible for shooting arrows in the back to the front line, let these drow give up the crossbows, hold swords and shields to become melee infantry, cover their mouths and noses with wet steps to resist the poison gas, and stick to the Death Guard head-on.

Afterwards, the Mamluk cavalry continued to charge, looking for loopholes and tearing through the defenses. Once a gap was made, more Drow Shadows would pick up swords and shields to fill the position directly, gradually cutting up the slow-moving Death Guard and surrounding them into three groups, creating some continuous passages to allow more Mamluk cavalry to enter the back row.

Afterwards, the organized and large-scale royal Mamluk cavalry could launch a charge against Sultan Selim with the greatest scale and momentum.

"Destroy Osman! Capture Selim alive!!!"

"Allah! Hu Akbar!!!"

The Mamluks, who had been tortured by the Death Guards, breathed a sigh of relief, regained their confidence, launched a charge, and then ran headfirst into the human barbed wire constructed by the Iron Guards.

Seeing Mortarion fighting for the empire on the front line, Perturabo naturally did not want to fall behind in front of the Sultan. Her strong desire to win made her order a legion of Iron Warriors to protect the artillery positions. Eight legions of Iron Warriors were slowly deployed in eight directions of the artillery positions. The Iron Warriors, wearing iron armor, used seven-meter long spears, two-meter long halberds, and a large number of matchlock guns. The scholarly Romans constructed eight large squares of Aenarion to resist the cavalry charge from all directions, like a wall made of flesh and steel, separating the Mamluks from the cannons.

There was no other way. The enemy cavalry were too numerous. If the previous method was used again, the cavalry would most likely find a flaw with their extremely strong mobility and break through in one fell swoop.

The Mamluks saw that no matter how they tried to make a detour,

They could not bypass the Iron Warriors and go straight to the cannons and the Sultan, so they could only charge head-on. In two hours, they launched thirteen devastating charges in a row! One by one, the Iron Warriors had their chests and armor smashed by the horses, their hearts and flesh pierced by the lances, and their bones and hands crushed by the horses' hooves. The blood flowed like a river, and there were heavy casualties. Looking around, the corpses of friendly soldiers were scattered under the thousands of horses' hooves.

However, one by one the Mamluks were stabbed off their horses by spears, had their heads smashed by halberds, were torn to pieces by the roars of muskets and portable cannons, and were beaten back thirteen times by the Iron Warriors. The ground was densely littered with corpses of both sides, and the gurgling blood gathered into streams, and then turned into lakes that were high enough to submerge the soldiers' ankles. Every time the two sides advanced, blood would splash all over the ground, and the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood. Some corpses even floated on the blood pool. The two sides fought a bloody battle, and the loss was close to one to one.

An Iron Warrior musketeer was so tired that he could not even lift his waist. Under the almost crazy order of the legion commander, he wiped the blood from his eyes and continued to reload breathlessly. He found that all the bullets were used up. The logistics had been pulled to the front line to fill the gap and supplies could not be delivered immediately. The Mamluks launched the fourteenth charge with the sound of trumpets soaring into the sky!

The Janissary was somewhat desperate, but behind him, the thunderous and deafening drums of war sounded again! He turned around and found that his Sultan was within a hundred meters of them, beating the drums for all the soldiers and cheering for his own soldiers. Great courage burst out from the hearts of every soldier. They threw away their muskets, picked up the spears of their dead comrades and stood on the front line to fight the enemy, fighting wildly with the exhausted horses foaming at the mouth and the Mamluks who were also wounded!

By the end, both sides were exhausted, relying solely on faith and morale to support them. They raised their hammers and scimitars again and again, smashing them on each other's heads again and again, mechanically repeating the cycle of killing, killing, and endless killing!

After the twentieth charge was repelled, the Mamluk emirs, like gamblers who had lost twenty times in a row, went completely crazy. Seeing the Iron Warriors' shaky defense line that seemed unable to withstand the next charge, they led all their cavalry to go all in for the twenty-first time! They were determined to kill through the Iron Warriors' battle line in one fell swoop and go straight for the Sultan himself!

And at this moment, a piece of bad news came from behind.

The right wing of the army was pierced by the eight legions of the World Devourer, the Governor of Syria was beheaded on the spot by Angron, and the entire right wing completely collapsed and disintegrated.

The World Devourer attacked from behind like a bloody wave, and together with the Death Guard, it attacked the 10,000 shadow troops of the drow from the front and back.

Several emirs turned their heads in astonishment and found that they had no way to retreat. The Drow Shadow Army was sandwiched between a green poisonous fog and a blood-red cloud. They were slaughtered and eliminated in large numbers. They were trapped from front and back. Their defeat was only a matter of time.

Once the Drow Shadows collapse, the remaining Mamluk cavalry will be directly exposed to the Iron Warriors, Death Guard, and World Devourers, three armies, and twenty-four legions, and will be completely surrounded and trapped by the three.

Now, anyone with a little military skill can see that the Mamluks have been defeated.

"Lord Emir, take your men and run immediately! While the enemy's encirclement has not closed, we can retreat to the left wing. The left wing has not collapsed yet!"

"That's right. If we don't leave now, it will be too late! We have already lost!"

"We must retreat immediately and leave enough fresh troops for Her Majesty the Queen to counterattack!"

The Mamluks panicked and prepared to retreat, but at this moment, the Emir, who was leading the group, drew his sword, his eyes bloodshot, and pointed at Selim, who was standing under the war drum, from a distance of hundreds of meters.

"All soldiers! Charge towards Selim!!!"

The soldiers were stunned by the night attack. Group 6 looked at their leader, unable to understand why he refused to admit defeat and continued to fight even after the fight had reached this point.

"Fuck running away! We can't run away! Who's horse still has the strength to travel a long distance after experiencing twenty charges? As for retreating back to the city? Which city in Syria can stop the Ottoman artillery? We had no way to retreat from the beginning! Retreating under the coverage of the Iron Warriors' artillery is a dead end!"

Emile led the team personally and stood at the forefront of the charge.

"The only way to protect our country now is to inflict the greatest damage to the Ottoman army here, or even kill Sultan Selim in battle, so that our brothers in Egypt can have a chance of survival! In the name of Allah and the Caliph, all troops, charge with me!"

"Allah! Hu Akbar!!!"

Under the command of the commander-in-chief, the remaining Mamluks burst out with even more fearless murderous intent and ambition in the face of death. Facing the fierce artillery fire and rain of bullets from the Iron Warriors, they launched the 21st charge. Hundreds of horses and soldiers were instantly destroyed by the artillery fire, but the remaining people continued to charge without fear, leaving a bloody road of death behind them.

War horses neighed, soldiers roared, swords clanged, and the elite of both sides, determined to die, fought each other for the twenty-first time!

Emile personally rushed to the front line in the bloody battle, killing many people and making blood flow like a river. The ordinary Iron Warriors were no match for him at all and became the target of concentrated fire. Hundreds of bullets instantly killed his horse.

He was also beaten to pieces.

But Emile stood up from the pool of blood with his ankle sprained, and continued to fight, waving his sword and shield. The scarlet blood completely covered the golden scales and golden silk, turning him into a bloody man.

At this moment, after resisting twenty rounds of charges, the Iron Warriors were indeed at the end of their strength, and the Mamluks really tore their front line at the cost of blood. Perturabo himself was entangled by three emirs and unable to escape, so the commander led hundreds of wounded soldiers and rushed to Sultan Selim breathlessly.