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Chapter 1639 The setting sun is like blood

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    On the banks of the Mahazan River, shouts of death shook the sky, and people fell on their backs.

    The cavalry of the two armies of Portugal and Morocco were mixed together, and they were completely stunned.  The clergy of both sides are also working hard at the rear, praying to their respective gods to bless their own military fortunes!

    However, victory can only be won by fighting with real swords and guns.

    Although the Moroccan army has an absolute advantage in terms of numbers, the gorgeous armors worn by Sebastian¡¯s monarchs and their knights are slightly less defensive than the heavy cavalry because they pay more attention to aesthetics, but they are not something that the light cavalry can compete with.

    Their charge was as sharp as ever, like a hot knife cutting through butter. They effortlessly penetrated the layers of Moroccan cavalry and took straight to the green crescent Sudanese flag!

    Sebastian, surrounded by the knights of the guard, once rushed to only a few meters away from Malik.

    Under the critical situation, even Malik himself seemed to have recovered his strength and actually found the strength to raise his scimitar to fight.

    Swords were coming and going, and the guards around Malik fell one after another, and the surrounding battle flags fell one after another, leaving only the Sudanese flag.

    The balance of victory and defeat once again tilted towards the Portuguese.

    The King of Portugal and his guards were greatly encouraged, and together they made an earth-shattering cry to chop off Malik's head!

    However, in this battle, the Moroccans have put life and death aside.  Facing the overwhelming iron cavalry, the Sudanese Guards were unwavering. They launched charges again and again as if they were dead, shooting at close range and using the flesh and blood of men and horses to hit the unparalleled Portuguese King's Guards.

    Sebastian¡¯s knights of the guard are already covered in blood, which was shed by the Moroccans to guard Malik and the Sudanese flag

    With united efforts, the green crescent flag seems to be swaying in the wind and rain, but it remains standing.

    When Mansour led the elite dragoons to break through the entanglement of King Abu's camel soldiers and came to rescue the Sultan, Sebastian's desperate attack finally fell short.

    Dragoons are musketeers mounted on horses. They are equipped with powerful cavalry-style matchlocks and can cause damage with dense close-range volleys.

    Sebastian¡¯s royal guards and cavalry immediately suffered considerable losses. Even the king¡¯s horse was shot several times and fell to the ground with a cry.  Bundle

    The king, who was wearing heavy armor, also fell heavily to the ground.

    The ministers quickly helped the king up and wanted him to withdraw from the battle.  Sebastian resolutely refused to obey, and ordered his men to lead his spare horse again, mounted it and continued the fierce battle.

    However, the number of the king's cavalry guards was too small after all. Under the impact of Mansour's dragoons rushing forward like waves, they still gradually moved away from Malik's Sudanese flag.

    Under the attack of this swarm of ants and elephants, the king and his ministers were all injured.  Sebastian's three horses were all killed in the battle, and he himself was shot several times. Although he was unwilling, he was unable to fight anymore.  They could only fight and retreat back to the phalanx under the protection of the few remaining knights.

    Seeing the desperate effort to repel the Portuguese king, the Moroccan army burst into loud cheers!

    They know that the victory is determined and there are no variables.

    Mansoor rushed to Malik's side desperately.

    I saw the Sultan in his white robe bathed in blood, standing with his sword drawn like a god of war on top of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ??blood.

    "Second brother, has God given you your health?" When they were fighting, he saw his brother wielding a sword in battle from a distance. His tough look didn't look like a patient at all.

    Malik wanted to smile at his surprised brother, but he didn't have any energy left.

    In fact, Sultan has already run out of gas and energy, and he is just relying on that tone to hold on.  As soon as you let go, your life will come to an end.

    Malik used his last strength and said: "I can't do it anymore, Sultan, you do it, everything is up to you."

    "Second brother" Mansour couldn't help crying, as if he had gone back to the dark night in Monaco when he was held by his brother twenty-two years ago.

    "Don't cry, the soldiers are watching you, go and win our victory." Malik looked at his golden scimitar and said with a satisfied smile: "I will fight to the death, I have no regrets!"

    After saying that, Malik leaned forward gently on the saddle. From the perspective of the Moroccan soldiers in the distance, their great Sultan was just bowing his head in thought.

    Only those around him know that Sultan has passed away

    Lest the morale of the army be shaken, everyone around the Sudan suppressed their grief.

    Mansour took the golden saber offered by the captain of the Sudanese guard, took a deep look at his brother who had ascended to heaven, then turned around resolutely, drew out his scimitar and roared towards the Portuguese army's phalanx.

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    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????: It was the time of high tide and the river water surged.

    No matter how much the Portuguese king urged, the horses refused to wade into the water

    The Portuguese king had no choice but to run upstream along the river bank, while the Moroccans chased after him with a strange smile.  It wasn't until it was almost dark that he had enough of playing cat and mouse, and shot the horse in the butt.

    The war horse screamed and stumbled, throwing the Portuguese King on its back to the ground.  After the King of Portugal landed, his helmet fell off, revealing his beard.

    The Moroccan troops were all dumbfounded. They all knew that Sebastian didn¡¯t have a beard

    "I am His Majesty the King's Chief of Guards, Count Fonte of Aveiro." The man took off his sword with difficulty and said with a proud smile: "If there are nobles among you, you can accept my surrender."

    "Why are you wearing the king's armor, and where is he?" the leader of the Moroccan army asked angrily.

    "No comment." Wundt said and sighed softly, thinking, hoping that those people from the Ming Dynasty can lead the king to escape

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