Ahmed: "Since Louis XIV is shameless, then we should treat him the same way."
Hamid: "General, I am willing to lead an army of 200,000 to avenge tonight's defeat."
Suleiman also expressed his willingness to lead an army of 200,000 men straight to the southwest.
"Everyone, there's a saying that goes, 'I will not offend others unless they offend me.'"
"If someone offends me, I will definitely offend them back."
Mudra: "Since they're practically at our doorstep, we can't be polite to them."
Hamid: "General, my sword is itching for battle. This is an unprecedented humiliation for our Ottoman Empire."
"In this battle, I will make my soldiers drink the blood of my enemies."
Mudra nodded: "Hamid, you will lead an army of 200,000. Go after them first."
"promise……"
Soon, horns sounded throughout the Ottoman army camp.
Just then, another burst of noise came from outside.
The noise was deafening and earth-shattering.
The sky outside was illuminated.
Mudra rushed out of the tent in a panic.
To his surprise, the raging fire that was burning from the north of the military camp grew stronger and stronger.
There is a lack of water sources near the military camp.
Extinguishing the fire is extremely difficult.
"Quickly dismantle all the tents nearby!"
"Take all the horses and feed from the vicinity away. We absolutely cannot let this fire continue to spread."
"What are you idiots doing? The military camp was attacked in the middle of the night."
With Mudra's command.
People acted swiftly.
They dismantled all the tents near the fire.
All the wood, horses, and people near the fire site were also removed.
But where the fire started, everything was reduced to ashes.
A burnt smell filled the air.
Mudra estimated that the fire destroyed at least one-third of their supplies.
This enraged Mudra and his entourage.
"Quickly tally up how many people we lost in this sneak attack."
"promise……"
In the Ottoman army camp, everyone stayed up all night.
They simply weren't in the mood to sleep.
Half an hour later.
The extent of the losses has been tallied.
"General, we lost 60,000 to 70,000 men in this battle, more than half of whom were burned to death by fire."
"I just want to know how many of them there were. How many of them did we kill?" Mudra roared, unable to accept this loss no matter what.
Mudra just wants to know how many people the other side has.
However, the scene was completely silent.
Everyone fell silent.
"I'm asking you a question, why aren't you answering? How many of them came, and how many of them did we kill?"
Under Mudra's repeated questioning...
These people dared not remain silent.
"General, according to our inquiries..."
"There were only a few hundred people who ambushed us, and they all escaped unscathed. We didn't kill a single one of them."
Upon hearing this, Mudra abruptly overturned the table in front of him.
He smashed everything he could to pieces.
"You idiots, you're all a bunch of useless trash."
"The enemy only sent a few hundred people, but they burned more than 30% of our supplies."
"The enemy killed fifty or sixty thousand of our people, yet not a single one of them died; they were still able to escape unscathed."
"Bring all those patrolling soldiers to me. I want to chop off their heads myself."
Mudra roared loudly.
Everyone present was trembling with fear.
No one dared to say a word.
Half an hour later.
The more than 2,000 people on patrol were brought to Mudra's tent.
These 2,000 men were all responsible for patrolling the northern area that Xiang Yu was attacking.
"Why are there only 2,000 people patrolling? Our camp is so big! How can a mere 2,000 people be enough?" Modra roared hoarsely.
This guy's voice is hoarse from shouting.
"General, please calm down. Don't get so angry that you'll harm your health."
"If the general gets sick from anger, the consequences will be unimaginable."
Mudra drew his sword from his waist with a swift motion.
He walked up to the patrolling cavalry.
"Tell me, why are you only assigned 2,000 men to patrol such a large military camp?" Before Mudra could finish speaking, he thrust his sword forward and stabbed it directly into the heart of a patrolling cavalryman.
The patrolling cavalryman screamed and fell to the ground, his body convulsing.
Blood gushed out of his chest like a fountain.
"General, most of the patrolling cavalry were killed; we are innocent."
"General, spare us! We have been patrolling diligently and have never dared to do anything else."
"General, spare my life!"
The other patrolling cavalrymen kowtowed repeatedly, kneeling on the ground trembling.
"Because of your negligence, our Ottoman Empire has lost so many men in our very first battle!" Mudra cursed as he plunged his sword into the hearts of one patrolling cavalryman after another.
In less than a minute.
Mudela killed more than a dozen patrol cavalrymen in succession.
"General, even if we kill them now, it will be of no use," Suleiman quickly advised from the side.
"It would be better to let them atone for their crimes by sending them to the front lines to fight the enemy."
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