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Aenarion made up his mind and watched the construction corps go to the Sinai Peninsula. Then he personally led 10,000 guards and followed the Mamluk Emir to Cairo. Oh, and secretly brought Moras with him to Cairo first to see what the situation was. He would make the final decision.

Moras waited like this for two days, and finally some guards and maids came to pick her up, which made her very angry. Capturing the Roman emperor almost became an obsession in her heart.

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Cairo, Egypt

Aenarion had already set out and would reach Egypt in five days at the latest. The Mamluks could no longer cover up their lies to whitewash the situation. The three emirs, along with their guards, went to the Colosseum, where they saw four beautiful naked drow women entangled together, forming the seat, armrests and backrest of a chair, allowing the little queen to sit on it comfortably, admiring the slaves' desperate battle in the yellow sand.

I saw five dark-skinned humans holding fishing nets, swords, shields, and wooden sticks, fighting with a brass baby dragon. Although that creature was about the size of a dog, it was still a real dragon, and it beat the five adult warriors back step by step. Its ribbed brass short wings stirred up a storm that mesmerized the slaves, and its clever lips and tongue spewed out a beam of blazing fire, forcing the leader to raise his shield to block it.

The young flames slapped against the shield and shattered into pieces, like broken waves hitting the rocks, splashing in all directions.

But just as the leader raised his shield to resist the dragon's flames, the young dragon pounced fiercely, barely knocked him to the ground, and then bit off his throat! The dripping blood dyed the sand under their feet red, making the little queen clapped her hands in excitement.

The Mamluks did not dare to disturb the queen's fun until the brass dragon tore all five black people into pieces. Only then did they dare to come in and speak.

"Um, mistress, this is the latest report. It is very important. Please take a look."

The leading Mamluk tremblingly presented the memorial. The little queen was anxious to watch the next game, so she just went through the motions and symbolically opened it to take a look. But when she saw it, she was stunned.

In the Battle of Syria, two-thirds of the Royal Mamluk army was killed, with no survivors. The provincial soldiers of the two provinces of Syria and Palestine were all wiped out in one battle. The Ottoman Empire had already controlled Syria and was marching southward.

In Alexandria, Aenarion's naval fleet controlled almost all the coastline of the Egyptian province. Now, his army was marching towards Cairo and was expected to arrive in Cairo within five days.

And we would like to implore our hostess to open the gates of Cairo and acknowledge Aenarion as emperor and ourselves his queen of Egypt.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

After reading the memorial, even the Queen of Egypt, who was naughty and ignorant of the world, showed an expression of disbelief. She stared at the three emirs in amazement, and her voice trembled as she cursed.

"Aren't there just some pirates in Alexandria?! Aren't our troops still fighting a bloody battle with the Ottomans in Syria, and occupying the terrain advantage?! How come Syria is gone in the blink of an eye! Alexandria is gone too! And the Romans and the Ottoman Empire are both marching towards Cairo? Are you all pigs!!!"

"Mistress, we are loyal to you until death, and we only ask you to act well.

"This drama, when it's all over, you will still be the Queen of Egypt! I swear on my soul!"

The Emir said anxiously, but the next second, he froze in place. The slave contract branded on his soul made him unable to control all his actions!

The drow queen, who had spread slave contracts across the country, activated the slave marks on the three people in front of her in anger, making them like puppets in her hands, completely obeying her orders.

"Soul swear? Your souls originally belong to me! What qualifications do you have to swear your soul to your master???"

The drow queen was furious.

"Take off your clothes! Drop your weapons! Get into the Colosseum! I want to see the brass dragon eat your flesh piece by piece!"

The three emirs were controlled by the slave contract and moved on their own. They were about to take off their clothes and enter the arena to feed the dragon. At this moment, their followers suddenly moved, pulled out a plague sickle, and walked towards the drow queen with murderous intent. The little queen tried to mobilize the slave contract to make them stop, but found that these people were not Mamluks at all! There were seven golden nails on the forehead of the leader.

The veterans of the Janissaries were nailed.

"Stop, Your Majesty! I am Mortarion, the commander of the Death Guard, Sultan Selim, and I send my greetings to you."

Mortarion wielded his giant scythe and placed it contemptuously on the neck of the pleasure-seeking drow queen, his thoughts surging in secret.

Mamluks and Janissaries are both slave soldiers. Look at how powerful the Mamluks are. They control the government and are as rich as a country. They can even bring the fully-armed Janissaries of the Ottoman Empire into their own palace with just a word, and others dare not say a word.

Looking at myself, I am just like a dog of the Sultan. I bite whoever Selim tells me to bite, and I bite as many times as he tells me to. What is the difference between the two sides? Well, maybe it's because their queen is a waste? And their Sultan is too smart and capable? If their Sultan is a retard, can we Janissaries also be like them?

Chapter 459: The Road to Power

With Mortarion's scythe on her neck, the drow queen turned pale with fear and could not speak. After hundreds of years of living a life of luxury, eating, drinking and having fun, she didn't even know how she should react in such a situation.

After a few seconds, she finally reacted and instantly used the [Vitality Technique] to construct a pale skeleton with psychic energy to protect her body, and then chanted rapidly! The terrifying psychic power quietly emerged from her body, like a ghost awakened from hell!

Mortarion looked at the queen in surprise, and then the surprise in his eyes turned into silent contempt - the worst mage recruit in the Death Guard had a faster casting speed than her.

Mortarion swung his scythe, smashing the psychic bones with a sweep, and then he punched her lungs with his left hand, causing the queen to fall to her knees. She coughed continuously, and the spell she was chanting came to an abrupt end. The terrifying psychic energy that had been accumulated also disappeared.

"Stop! Mortarion! You can't hurt her! The entire slave contract of Egypt is tied to our mistress!"

"We agreed! You just need to control her!"

"Your Majesty, you just need to continue having fun in the Colosseum. Leave the affairs of state to us."

The three emirs were filled with shock and anger. Two of them grabbed Mortarion, and one quickly helped the little queen up and offered treatment to their master.

"alright."

Mortarion looked at these slaves defending their master so much that he was unable to complain for a moment. He took out the plague chains of the Death Guard and handcuffed her tightly. Thousands of toxins penetrated into the drow's body through her skin, gradually making her weaker.

"By the way, I'm curious. Rumor has it that the previous drow queen was a ruthless person. She defeated all her competitors, demoted all the drow mistresses to her slaves, and became the only mistress in Egypt. Why would such a powerful woman pass on her family business to such a loser? Doesn't she have three daughters? Are the other two not even as good as this guy?"

"of course not."

An emir shook his head.

"The eldest daughter, Moras, is most like her mother in character. She only cares about the results and not the process. So she is the first one we send out and expel. No slave would want such a master to take the throne. We have had enough of the previous queen's reign of terror.

The second daughter has average talent and only a good appearance.

Our little queen is the youngest one and is extremely talented, but she is playful by nature and the youngest, so all the royal Mamluks united together and chose her as the perfect target to be the next generation of queen.

Internally, we distorted and tampered with the results of the genetic test, changing the little queen's father into one of the queen's most beloved and cherished male favorites. We joined forces with him to whisper in the queen's ear, saying that the little queen was the most suitable to inherit the throne - you know, that guy really thought this was his daughter, so he worked very hard. Who could refuse to let his daughter succeed to the throne?

We began to build momentum externally, promoting her as the most suitable heir and teaching her how to perform well in front of her mother and compete with her sister.

Finally, after some conspiracy to discredit Moras, our little queen succeeded to the throne, and then quickly fell into power and pleasure, and delegated power to us.

Oh, yes, remember

We must consolidate power, win over our confidants, suppress dissidents, and let them attack at night. We must ask his ministers to shut up and not disrupt such a perfect political environment. Then we must replace all the eunuchs and maids who are in contact with the queen with our own minions. In this way, we can weave a perfect information cocoon. The queen can only hear everything we want her to hear and see everything we want her to see. In this way, the government will naturally fall into the hands of the Mamluks. "

"Wait, wait, speak slower."

Mortarion pulled out a small notebook and started writing and drawing.

"Choose a playful and childish heir, unite with his biological mother, preferably a favorite concubine to persuade the Sultan, and then discredit other heirs. After success, place maids and eunuchs in the palace, and suppress dissidents in the court. Is that right?"

"Yes, but why do you remember this..."

The Mamluk was a little surprised, but then he remembered that the Janissaries were of almost the same nature as himself. He immediately showed an expression of sudden enlightenment and smiled with a hint of "everyone who understands, understands".

"But are you in time? Hasn't Sultan Selim's successor been decided? That kid Suleiman is said to be a tough guy, too. He went to Constantinople at a young age to broker peace between you and Rome?"

"No rush. The lifespan of a dark elf is ten times that of an ogre. If Selim doesn't work, we can try Suleiman. If that still doesn't work, we can move on to the next generation. We have plenty of time to play slowly."

Mortarion closed the little notebook contentedly.

"Next, our mission is to help you defend Cairo and intercept Aenarion here. Is that right?"

"Yes, we just need to hold back Aenarion's army here and wait for Sultan Selim to come in person. If they want to retreat, our Mamluk cavalry will be responsible for chasing and harassing them, and you just need to help defend the city."

The Mamluks nodded. Seeing that the most troublesome queen had been controlled and turned into a real mascot, they became unscrupulous and began to show their strength.

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On the other side, Sultan Selim led 5,000 ogre Sipahi cavalry and 10,000 nomadic light cavalry and crossed the entire Palestine at the fastest speed, not even stopping in Jerusalem, in order to rush into Egypt as soon as possible and cut off Aenarion's retreat. Later, he saw the Roman construction corps in the Sinai Peninsula. 100,000 zombies wielding shovels and pickaxes, digging soil and breaking boulders in the barren yellow sand day and night.

Behind this extremely wide and deep trench, there were countless tents that stretched from the sky to the ground, and there was smoke rising into the sky. Each Roman had a tent and a campfire, and ten legions formed the formation of an entire army.

"I am the Shield of Varyag, Reiner! On behalf of Augustus, I congratulate Sultan Selim on his glorious victory in Syria!"

Just as Selim was surprised, a fully armed Viking half-giant walked out of the tent, bowed and praised Selim, and urgently sent a message to Aenarion that Sultan Selim personally led the cavalry to the edge of the Sinai Peninsula.

"According to the agreement, the Sinai Peninsula was ceded to the Roman Empire. Are you passing by here to head south to the Arabian Peninsula to recapture the Muslim holy places of Mecca and Medina?"

Sultan Selim said nothing, but looked at the Roman garrison vigilantly. Not far from here, on the sea, the Roman Empire's Adriatic Fleet also floated over - the Holy Roman Empire focused all its attention on Portugal, and even drew on the Venetian navy to open up new territories for the empire. This also liberated the Roman Adriatic Fleet, and they immediately ran to the Egyptian waters.

"Of course! We also congratulate Augustus on his brilliant achievements in Alexandria!"

Selim pretended to welcome them and retreated with his cavalry out of the enemy's sight. He then immediately sent a large number of spies and scouts to conduct a careful investigation to see the Roman Empire's troop deployment in the Sinai Peninsula. The Janissary Staff, which he established based on the Romans, also began a heated discussion.

"Your Majesty, I think you should immediately pull the Ottoman Mediterranean Fleet here to test the quality of this new navy. After the navy and the subsequent infantry and artillery units have all arrived, we will break through the Sinai Peninsula in one go and then enter Egypt to block Aenarion's retreat and capture him alive under the city of Cairo! There will never be a better opportunity than this!"

A Janissary made an impassioned speech.

"It's too risky! Our navy was trained with the help of the Romans! You let them fight their own teacher in the first battle after they were built? Do you still remember how disadvantaged we were after Gilman lost the Empire's fleet in the Battle of Salamis?! If that fleet still existed when we attacked Constantinople, the situation would not be what it is today!"

The second Janissary directly refuted.

"Your Majesty, I don't think the Mamluks have anything good to say. We should follow the plan before the war. First, we will take over Palestine and Jerusalem, and then go south to the Arabian Peninsula to seize the two holy places. The Mamluks have been following the Caliph's orders for too long. As long as we seize the two holy cities, you will be the common ruler of all Muslims in the world!"

"How much did you get from the Romans? Why are you speaking for Aenarion like this? If that doesn't work, let those sword-wielding Vikings

"Even Horus, who is far away in Persia, has teleported here with a few of his trusted followers. We will gather an extremely elite assault force and kill the garrison troops in front of us in the night, and behead Aenarion before he can react!"

The first Janissary immediately retorted and escalated the debate into a personal attack.

"I swear my allegiance to the Sultan until death! Your plan is worse than the previous one! What if it fails? The Sultan and all the Swordbearers are trapped in the yellow sands of Egypt. Do you want to paralyze the empire?!"

Sultan Selim fell into deep thought as he listened to the opinions of his staff. What everyone said made sense, but everyone had shortcomings. Behind every huge strategic achievement was a terrible price that was equally as high as the achievement.

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On the other hand, Aenarion led his army to walk more than 20 kilometers a day, set up camp every day, and was extremely cautious in every step. It took nine days to reach the suburbs of Cairo, and another day to enter the city. He did not know that a coup had taken place in Cairo, but his spies knew that the queen had not attended court for nine days.

This is extremely unusual. Even if she is as playful as she is, she would not be so lazy. At least she would do her surface work well.

And Reiner reported that Sultan Selim appeared once on the edge of the Sinai Peninsula and then disappeared without a trace.

Chapter 460: The Eve of War

The night before entering Cairo, Aenarion also summoned his staff to discuss what to do next. No one knew what the situation was with Selim. Maybe he was really waiting, and as soon as the follow-up infantry arrived, they would force their way into the fortress defended by Reiner and the Adriatic Fleet.

Maybe he was just passing by and wanted to enter the Arabian Peninsula as quickly as possible to capture the two holy cities of Mecca and Medina. After all, the army that repaired the Suez River sent scouts and conducted a carpet search. The cavalry almost ran to Jerusalem but couldn't find Selim. No one knew where this team of cavalry had gone. The strong wind blew in the desert and not even a horse hoof print was left. Anyway, they were far away from the Sinai Peninsula, and very far away. This information almost overturned all of Aenarion's previous inferences and made him more confused.

And in Cairo, perhaps things had really changed. Roman spies said that the other side was gathering troops. No one could hide such a large-scale action, so the envoy's superficial statement was to gather all the troops and surrender to Augustus. In the face of extreme lack of intelligence, they could only rely on guesswork. The staff racked their brains but could not come up with a perfect method.

"How about this, Your Majesty? Tomorrow morning we will break camp immediately, turn 180 degrees, and march quickly towards Alexandria."

Jeanne stretched out a finger and slightly tangled her long golden hair.

"This is just a test move. If the Mamluks and Selim really join forces and want to launch a surprise attack when we enter Cairo, then our departure will completely ruin their plans. The remaining one-third of the Mamluk cavalry may even attack directly and try to cut off your way back. At that time, we will be sure that no matter what we do next, we must first know which side the Mamluks are on.

Moreover, in the Syrian war, the fighting power of the Mamluk Royal Cavalry is such that our 10,000 imperial guards are enough to defeat them in a field battle."

Aenarion was silent for a while, then adopted Jeanne d'Arc's strategy. The army broke camp early in the morning and began a forced march in the opposite direction of Cairo.

The three emirs and Mortarion in the city were stunned by Aenarion's retreat. They also lacked intelligence. They only knew that the Romans were building a canal and a defense line in the Sinai Peninsula, and that the Ottoman cavalry's plan to enter Egypt was blocked. The Sultan only ordered her to continue with the original plan and said he would find a way to break through the defense line. They knew nothing else.

And today, Aenarion turned around and ran away when he was about to reach Cairo! What is going on now? ? ?

Mortarion really couldn't guess, and the Mamluks were even more anxious when they saw the big fish they had caught running away. They immediately said that there were still 5,000 royal Mamluks and 10,000 light cavalry in the city. One-third of the 15,000 cavalry would be left to defend Cairo, and the remaining 10,000 could rush out! At the very least, it could slow down Aenarion's march! Give Selim's main force more time to enter Egypt!

"Then go ahead. Our Sultan said that he will be able to break through the blockade and reach Egypt soon."

Mortarion nodded in agreement. It wasn't his Janissaries who were going to die anyway, so he could fight if he wanted. His mission from beginning to end was only two: capture the Queen of Egypt alive and guard Cairo. The situation was so tense and chaotic now, he could not ask for merit, but just avoid mistakes. After all, it was not all seven Death Guard legions that he had smuggled in, only a small part of the elite ones.

Seeing that the Ottoman allies nodded in agreement and promised that the Sultan's army would arrive soon, the Mamluks breathed a sigh of relief, assembled 3,000 Royal Mamluk heavy cavalry and 7,000 Mamluk light cavalry, and rushed directly out of Cairo, rushing towards Aenarion's army, vowing to entangle it in the Nile River basin.

Mortarion also sent urgent letters to Sultan Selim several times. She was really panicked and didn't know what happened next. Even if Selim really couldn't enter Egypt, he could declare that nothing had happened and continue to maintain peace with Rome. However, he was really trapped in Egypt!

So, where is Sultan Selim now?

After he discovered that the Sinai Peninsula was heavily guarded, he led his troops directly to the Arabian Peninsula

The Mamluk Yelebeyi was also in the army. He quickly gathered ferries on the Red Sea coast and allowed Sultan Selim's vanguard cavalry to cross the Red Sea at the fastest speed and reach Egypt. A group of people bypassed the Roman legions in the Sinai Peninsula by crossing the Red Sea. Although this route was safe, the price was that the speed was extremely slow.

In the first three days, the merchant ships that were mobilized could only send a few hundred war horses and cavalry into Egypt every day. Although this route was concealed, it was difficult to travel. Arab ships were mainly small, light and fast. The trade in this place was limited, and it was impossible to mobilize a large number of ships in a short period of time to transport such a large army.

Sultan Selim looked at the Red Sea merchant ships with worrying transport volumes, and now he came to his senses from Yelbeyi's highly inflammatory and hateful speech, and was no longer as crazy as Syria.

The strategic focus of the empire has changed from westward expansion to eastward expansion. Syria, Palestine, and the Arabian Peninsula are the top priorities in future national policies! Although Rome is in chaos, the Ottoman Empire is not much better than Rome, and is even more chaotic!

Turkic ogres, Asia Minor, Syria, the dark elves of Palestine, the gray dwarves of Armenia, the tieflings of Persia, the Ghis of Arabia, and the mind flayers entrenched in Persia and Arabia... The only thing that dozens of races in the country have in common is that they are all Muslims.

If you want to tie all these dozen races to the chariot of the Ottoman Empire, the fastest way is to build the Ottoman Empire into an Islamic universal empire, glue together, and suppress the chaos of more than a dozen races in the country. Chaos can come later.

In order to achieve this goal, Jerusalem, Mecca, and Medina must be taken, the Caliph, a Zhou emperor-like thing, must be controlled by oneself, and one must become the common leader of all Muslims! Only in this way can the extremely chaotic racial problems of the Ottoman Empire be suppressed. This is the most important task, and the rest are dispensable.

Even if Rome was torn apart by the death of Aenarion, he would not be able to re-enter Europe in a short period of time. At most, he could make a few vassals in the Balkans and support a few agents. The real benefits would most likely be taken by the Holy Roman Empire, which would kill Aenarion and take over Egypt - let fate take its course.

Since Mortarion said that Aenarion turned and ran away, and the Mamluks began to pursue him, then let's wait and see how the battle goes. If Aenarion shows any signs of fatigue or even weakness, then we will attack him. If he can achieve a record that is not inferior to the battle in Syria...

Sultan Selim looked at the worrying troop transport capacity of the Red Sea for the second time and laughed. He thought, "I don't want to be the second emperor trapped in Egypt."

Chapter 461: Phoenix Guard

Seeing the Mamluks really chasing him, Aenarion completely believed his previous inferences and judgments. Would his half-brother Selim really want to mess with him at this time? !

So, what about others? There has been no war in the Sinai Peninsula so far, so where else can we enter Egypt?

Crossing the Red Sea? The Suez Canal had just begun construction, and the Ottoman fleet was in the Mediterranean. Where would the ships in the Persian Gulf come from? Could a large army pass through? It took him nine days to rush to Egypt. During this time, Constantinople also transported Philus's Gorgon Legion, Leman Russ's Iskandar Dire Wolf Legion, and several Bulgarian and Macedonian legions. Even if the entire Ottoman army that fought in the Syrian War attacked, it would not be able to break through in a short time.

"Your Majesty! Those Mamluks are very fast! They are less than 30 kilometers away from us! Should we fight back?"

Aenarion ordered his men to unfold the detailed map of Egypt sent by Moras, and studied it carefully for ten minutes to make sure that he had not missed any details. All the staff officers, including Joan of Arc, could not imagine how the Ottomans would transport troops without going through the Sinai Peninsula. After that, they issued the final order to prepare for a counterattack.