"I need to keep myself awake." Malik said after asking the imperial doctor to use opiates for himself.

"But if there is no treatment, the Sultan will be in danger of life." Mansur said anxiously.

"In this battle, the Sultan will also put life and death in the face of the country." Malik said to his younger brother and the imperial doctor in an unquestionable tone:

"My condition is limited to you and you two know that it is absolutely not allowed to be rumored... To the outside world, I just said that I just caught a cold by chance."

"Yes, my sultan." The two of them quickly knelt on one knee and responded with tears.

Supported by the drug, Malik tried again and asked: "Is there any movement from the Portuguese?"

"When the Sultan was in a coma, the scout came back." Mansour hurriedly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and said:

"The Portuguese army has been heading south and has not attacked Larash. Obviously, their king did not think about ensuring contact with the navy, but instead plunged into the inland and wanted to fight us to the main battle and achieve his merits!"

"Allah is the greatest..." Malik was obviously excited, and he seemed to have a little more pain in his condition.

Because if the Portuguese still had a step along the coastline like they had done for more than a hundred years before, the Moroccans would have no choice but to do anything under the cover of their powerful navy.

But once you enter the inland, it will be the world of the desert nation!

"Go as planned." Malik also ordered Mansour, "Turn the invaders to the banks of the Mahazan River and fight to the death as they wish!"

"Yes, my Sultan, Allah bless Morocco!" Mansour gritted his teeth and left.

~~

In fact, the moment the Portuguese set foot on Morocco, Malik's plan had already begun to operate.

It is simple to say that he adopted the strategy of luring the enemy into the depths and waiting for work. He ordered the army of tribes stationed on the border and northern borders to retreat as soon as he saw the Portuguese and went to Fort Kebier on the banks of the Mahazan River to join the main force.

Sebastian, who lacked combat experience, was indeed deceived. He thought the Moroccan army was frightened by the power of his army and did not dare to fight. So he made the mistake of underestimating the enemy and constantly urged the army to advance inland.

As the army penetrated deep into the dry mountainous areas and hot weather, long-term marching was rapidly eroding the combat effectiveness of the Portuguese army.

And they themselves also lack the awareness of hard fighting, and seem to regard this expedition as a hunting or outing.

While the task force seized time to polish the weapons and maintain the rifles, the nobles wanted to sew ornate their gorgeous robes and let the servants polish their boots.

They never wore armor when they marched, but only wore gorgeous silk tights embroidered with gold and silver threads, and of course fake cocks, to sway in the procession.

They were always eating, eating candy egg tarts and grilled chicken and grilled suckling pigs served by their servants, without considering whether these things are easy to digest.

The fully armed task force curled up in a carriage with a shed, refusing to eat all greasy food, eating only biscuits and drinking light salt water, and keeping it as good as possible in the hot Moroccan environment.

As the army arrived on the banks of the Mahazan River, the macarons' vigilance reached the highest level.

At this time, the Portuguese received information from King Abu's supporters, saying that Malik's army was gathering in Fort Kebir.

The young king, who was still energetic in the hot weather, immediately ordered the whole army to cross the river and kill the Moroccans off guard when he heard this!

Under the urging of the king, the Portuguese army did not conduct too much reconnaissance and directly crossed the Mahazan River.

I was so anxious to cross the river because the Mahazan River is a tidal river. At this time, it was the lowest water level, and the water depth at the heart of the river was only just over the waist. You can pass directly without building a bridge army!

However, shortly after the king's army passed through the Mahazan River, the scout discovered that the main force of the Moroccan army was waiting for the battle in front.

"How many troops?" Sebastian picked up his telescope and looked into the distance.

"I can't see at first sight, probably twice that of our army." The scout replied anxiously: "And I saw the banner of the Sultan!"

"What?" The Portuguese army was immediately in a panic. Without caring about why the information on King Abu was wrong, Sebastian immediately ordered a formation to meet the enemy.

Under the command of noble officers, the Portuguese army was divided into two fronts and back lines. Whether it was its own troops or foreign mercenaries, they all arranged a Spanish formation that was invincible in Europe without exception.

Noble officers and professional sergeants were responsible for leading them to improve morale and ensure a stable formation.

Sebastian arranged the experienced and powerful mercenary and volunteer soldiers on the front line. He placed the civilian troops with shallow experience and poor combat effectiveness on the second line. The heavy cavalry units composed of knights were respectively deployed on the two wings of the infantry units, while King Abu's light cavalry units were deployed on the outside of the elite knights on the right wing.

The artillery position composed of thirty-six artillery was located at the forefront of the entire army. Because of concern that the light cavalry, which had the advantage of the Mora's army, would flank the flanks, the Portuguese army also used a large amount of baggage to form a barrier, deployed on both sides of the infantry unit, to cover the sharpshooters on the periphery to resist the enemy cavalry.

After two rows of fronts, the remaining baggage carriages were arranged to form camps to protect the king and those who followed the army.

As the king's guards, the task force also stood in the fortress formed by the chariot formation. Macaron stood on a baggage chariot, looking coldly at the Portuguese who were rushing to set up the formation.

Their formation itself is not a problem. But the problem is that the place where the formation is laid against the wide Mahazan River, and on the right is also a tributary of the Mahazan River. The two rivers merge in a herringbone shape, and the place where the Portuguese formed the formation happens to be the crotch of the character "man".

"Good guy, I'll fight with you, it's still a strengthened version." He withdrew his gaze and said to his subordinates: "If the war is unfavorable and the tide is rising, he will never escape."

"No." Deputy Captain Pan Qiaoyun nodded and said, "The possibility of a little red hair breaking in this game is getting greater and greater!"

"It's hard to say." The man suddenly appeared and said: "The gap between the military qualities between the two sides is quite large. It depends on whether the Moroccans can withstand the Portuguese's three axes."

"Sir, right." Macaron agreed: "The strength of the red-haired ghost cannot be underestimated."

At this time, the square formation at the forefront had already completed. They were elite German spear mercenaries and Iberian melee volunteers.

They are all professional soldiers who have experienced battle formations and are always vigilant. At this time, they will naturally not panic and form a square formation at the fastest speed to protect the messy Portuguese civilian troops behind them.

Those sharpshooters who were hired at a high price have already taken their place behind the chariot formation.

Each of them had three heavy convex guns, followed by two specially loaded servants. In this way, the sharpshooters only had to concentrate on aiming and shooting.

The projectiles shot by the heavy convex gun can accurately penetrate the refined plate armor of heavy cavalry one hundred yards away, let alone the simple cortical breastplate of the Moroccan cavalry? With the rate of fire of three shots per minute, the killing is amazing.

When the thirty-six heavy half-cannons were pushed to the cannon position in front of the carriage, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Now at least it was invincible.

At this time, the expressions of Macaron, Pan Qiaoyun and others also became serious. The adults were right to observe that although the Portuguese had been corroded by the rolling wealth, they were in Europe after all, which had fought for hundreds of years.

To be honest, the military quality they showed was much higher than that of the Ming army, and the only one of the Qi army among the official army may be stronger than them.

Fortunately, the official army can no longer represent the highest combat effectiveness of the Ming Dynasty...

"It's hard to say who will win." Macaron was anxious. What if the Portuguese win or draw, what should they do with their mission?

Could it be that the Marines under his command were forced to win the coach?

Looking at the circles of knights and swordsmen surrounded by the king, full of armor, fully armed knights and swordsmen, dazzling in the sunlight, the macarons were so big that they hit the stone with eggs?

~~

At this time, on the south side of the battlefield, 50,000 Moroccan soldiers who were waiting to work were deployed in a crescent formation. Because their troops were twice as strong as the opponent, they chose to lengthen the formation and encircle the Portuguese army on both wings.

Malik formed three fronts. He arranged the Andalusian infantry with the worst combat effectiveness on the front line.

The second line is guarded by a professional army composed of a large number of European apostates.

The Ottoman Jenicheri Guards were deployed on the third line as the main force.

The Berber light cavalry were partly deployed on both sides of the three infantry fronts, while the rest were on standby at the last side of the entire army. Many of them were equipped with new types of melee guns.

At the same time, the Moroccans also equipped some European artillery for fire support.

But Malik knew very well that the Moroccans had a deep psychological shadow on Europeans with well-equipped and highly skilled military skills.

Therefore, on the eve of the war, he rode his horse out and delivered a pre-war speech to the Moroccans loudly:

"A strong enemy is ahead, you must overcome fear and fight bravely against the enemy!"

"Because you are fighting to defend your family, your lives and your faith!"

"If we die today, we will definitely ascend to heaven!"

Moroccans were very energetic. The soldiers from various departments shouted in unison the title of the ruler of the Saad Dynasty:

"Sharif!"

"Sharif!"

"Sharif!!"

‘Sharif’ means ‘saint’. This means that the Moroccan ethnic group formally recognizes Malik as their unique ruler.

Malik returned to the central army with great admiration. As soon as he entered the curtains that his personal guards had tied up, he lay down on the horse's back and coughed violently...

Blood squirted on the yellow sandy land, shocking.

The Mo soldiers were still cheering outside and didn't know that their sultan was already in their lives.

The Jewish doctor quickly supported the Sultan and untied the rope hidden under his wide robe. Even after taking large doses of opioids and secretly made stimulants from the Tianfang Sect, Malik no longer had the strength to ride a horse. He asked someone to tie his lower body to the horse's back. He also put a wooden backrest behind the saddle and tied his upper body to complete the speech in front of the formation and eliminate the fear of the soldiers!

"There is no time to waste, fire the gun..." Sultan wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth and issued an order to start a war.

The two sides roared artillery at the same time, and white smoke filled the battlefield. The battle of the Three Kings, which determined the fate of the three empires, began!
Chapter completed!