The shouting of killing on the banks of the Mahazan River shocked the sky, and people were on their backs and horses were overturned.

The cavalry of the Portuguese and Moscow armies was completely red in their eyes. The clergy from both sides also worked desperately in the rear, begging their respective gods to bless their own martial arts success!

However, victory can only be won by real fighting.

Although the number of Moscow soldiers has an absolute advantage, the gorgeous armor on Sebastian's monarch and ministers and their knights is of course less defensive than cavalry, but it is not something that light cavalry can compete with.

Their charge was as sharp as ever, like a hot knife cutting butter, and effortlessly penetrated the layers of the Mo Army light cavalry and took the green crescent sultan flag!

Surrounded by the guards, Sebastian rushed to a distance of only a few meters from Malik.

In the critical situation, even Malik himself turned his back and actually developed the strength to raise his scimitar to fight.

As the swords and swords came and went, the guards beside Malik fell one after another, and the battle flags around him fell one after another, leaving only the Sultan flag.

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

The King of Portugal and his guards were greatly encouraged and shouted together, and they wanted to cut off Malik's dog head!

However, in this battle, the Moroccans had already put their lives and death aside. Facing the unstoppable iron cavalry, the Sultan's guards were unswerving. They took the death to death and launched again and again, shooting at close range, and hitting the unparalleled Portuguese King's Guard with the flesh and blood of people and horses.

Sebastian's guards were already covered in blood, all of which were flowing from the Moroccans to guard Malik and the Sultan flag...

With united, the green crescent flag seemed to be in storm, but it just stood firm.

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

Dragoons are musketeers riding on horses. They are equipped with powerful cavalry-style convex guns, causing damage with dense close-range volleys.

The guards of the Sebastian monarch and ministers immediately suffered considerable losses. Even the war horse under the king's crotch was shot several times and fell to the ground.

The king in heavy armor also fell heavily to the ground.

The close ministers quickly helped the king up, hoping to get him out of the battle. Sebastian refused to obey and ordered people to take his spare horse and set up the horse to continue fighting fiercely.

However, the king's guard cavalry was too small after all. Under the continuous impact of Mansour's dragon cavalry like waves, they gradually moved away from Malik's Sultan flag.

Under this kind of attack of ants eating elephants, the king and ministers were injured. Sebastian's three war horses were all killed in battle, and he himself was hit by several bullets. Although he was unwilling to accept it, he was unable to fight again. He could only fight and retreat back to the square under the protection of the few guards.

Seeing that the Portuguese King had fought back, the Mohist army burst into a trembling cheer!

They knew that the victory had been decided and there was no change anymore.

But Mansour rushed to Malik regardless of everything.

I saw the Sultan's white robe bathing in blood, and he was like a god of war and immediately stood on the mountain of blood on the mountain of corpses.

"Second brother, did Allah return your health to you?" When he was fighting just now, he saw his brother's heroic figure swinging his sword from afar. His tough look was not like a patient at all.

Malik wanted to smile at his surprise brother, but he no longer had the strength.

In fact, the Sudan has already exhausted his energy and has only been able to hold on with his breath. Once he relaxes his breath, his life will come to an end.

Malik used his last strength and said, "I can't do it anymore. Sultan, please do it, please give it to you."

"Second brother..." Mansour couldn't help crying, as if he had returned to the dark night of Monaco twenty-two years ago, being held in his arms by his brother.

"Don't cry, soldiers are watching you, go and pick our victory." Malik looked at his golden scimitar and smiled satisfiedly, "I have no regrets in fighting until I die!"

After saying that, Malik fell gently forward in the saddle. The Mo soldiers in the distance seemed to their great sultan, just bowing his head and pondering.

Only those around you know that the Sultan has passed away...

In fear of shaking the morale of the army, everyone around Sudan endured the grief.

Mansour took the golden sword presented by the Sultan Commander's Guard, took a deep look at his brother who had ascended to heaven, then turned around resolutely, pulled out the scimitar and roared towards the Portuguese army's square formation.

"For the Sultan!"

"For the Sultan!" As the mountain thunder tsunami responded, the dragon cavalry and the Berber cavalry attacked left and right, completely defeating King Abu's camel soldiers.

The remaining camel soldiers completely lost all their fighting spirit and turned around and fled.

Mansour led 30,000 cavalry to chase after him. This time, nothing could stop them from surrounding the Portuguese army!

He could even calmly order the Berbers to siege the formation from the side and personally lead the dragon cavalry to siege the Portuguese formation.

For this moment, he has been training Dragoons specifically for eighteen months to target the weaknesses of the Spanish large array.

These well-trained dragoons can gallop towards the enemy, use a clamp gun and circumferential cannon to fire at the Portuguese phalanx at close range, and skillfully complete the enemy's circumference before hitting the spear formation.

This tactic of gathering and dispersing can allow the cavalry to fire at close range, then quickly return to a safe position and reload, and then charge and fire.

This made the eight thousand spearmen in the Portuguese army completely useless, and the dense phalanx allowed the enemy to shoot and kill the Portuguese efficiently without aiming.

But in desperate situation, the Portuguese army's resistance was very brave. Amid the sound of war drums, their spearmen remained motionless and stood firm. The one in front was shot down, and the one behind immediately stepped forward to fill the seat, providing cover for the musketeers who were retracting in the formation.

The musketeers quickly loaded volleys and killed as many Moroccan soldiers as possible.

Sebastian also rejoined the battle after a brief bandage. Despite his injuries in many places, he encouraged the soldiers to hold their positions.

However, the dark golden armor on his body was too eye-catching, which caused a key blow from the Moroccans. When the king was immediately directing the direction of the musketeers' shooting, he was hit by a cyclone cannon and fell directly to the ground and fainted.

The king's knights were all killed and injured, and it was Macaron and the "guard musketeers" who stumped Sebastian back into the camp surrounded by the baggage truck.

After the king fell into a coma, the only four major Portuguese dukes who went on the expedition with the army were the Duke of Bragonza. The command fell on the shoulders of the ten-year-old child. His tender face was full of determination, and he raised his sword and shouted:

"Fight for the King!"

"Fight for the king!" This sentence works better than anything else for the Portuguese. Sebastian's only seedling is the hope of the whole village.

With the belief of protecting the king, the Portuguese held on for several more hours and killed thousands of Moroccan dragoons.

But as time passed, their casualties became more and more severe, with more than 8,000 people killed. All the casualties on the positions could be used as cover. The most troublesome thing was that the ammunition was about to come to an end, and the gunshots were obviously scattered...

Before we knew it, it was dusk, and the fierce battle that began in the morning actually hit the setting of the sun.

The blood-red setting sun hangs on the long river to the west, reflecting the river water into a dazzling purple-red color.

The battlefield was stained with blood and the vultures and crows flew in the air with the breath of death, hovering in the sky waiting for the end of the battle.

These flat-haired beasts who are used to fighting can accurately judge that the battle has come to an end and it will soon be time for them to glutton.

After the encirclement and annihilation of the elite Portuguese army on the front line, the Portuguese army's defense line, finally collapsed...

First, the remaining camel soldiers began to escape, and then the priests, servants, actors, women, and chefs who followed the army also ran away to the north.

Then it became an avalanche, triggering a major fleeing. Many Portuguese militia also threw down their weapons and fled in panic.

But there are more than 20,000 cavalry behind, how can you escape with your two legs?

A large number of Portuguese were easily massacred by Moroccan cavalry during the escape. Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the noble officers, soldiers, and sharpshooters had to choose to surrender to the enemy after struggling meaninglessly.

Unable to accept the despair of the entire army, the 10-year-old duke actually carried a horse on his body and launched a charge against the enemy. The other party had long noticed the little noble in small armor. He smiled and stabbed him off the horse with a spear, pressing him on the ground with a treasure, and tied it up.

When they dedicated this priceless child to Mansour, the new successor Sultan asked expressionlessly: "Where is the King of Portugal? Where is the deposed King Abu?"

"Abu didn't see it. The Portuguese King ran away, and our people were chasing him!" A leader pointed a scimitar at the crowd of people who were fleeing in the distance. The back of the horse, wearing dark gold armor, was very conspicuous.

A group of Mo army light cavalry yelled and chased him closely. How could he escape?

I chased me all the way to the banks of the Mahazan River. It was the time of the rising tide and the river water surged.

No matter how the Portuguese king urged him, the war horses refused to wade...

The Portuguese king had to run upstream along the river bank. The Moroccans followed behind with a strange smile. It was not until it was almost dark that they had enough cat plays and shot the horse's buttocks.

The war horse screamed and threw the Portuguese King on his back to the ground. After the Portuguese King landed on the ground, his helmet fell off, revealing a beard on his face.

The Mo Jun was stunned. They all knew that Sebastian didn't have a beard...

"I am the commander of the imperial guard of His Majesty the King, Wonte, Earl of Avero." The man struggled to untie his sword and smiled proudly: "If you have nobles among you, you can accept my surrender."

"Why are you wearing the king's armor? Where are others?" asked the leader of the Mo Jun in anger.

"Nothing to be told." Wonter said, sighing, and thought to himself, hoping that those Ming people could lead the king to escape...
Chapter completed!