Yes, the French Army's High-Altitude Reconnaissance Battalion had been keeping watch over the battlefield from midair, clearly observing the Mamluk army's every move. But Massena asked the signalman, "Has the west bank sent the signal yet?"
"Not yet, General."
Massena let out a breath and instructed the orderly officer, "Have the entire army withdraw four kilometers to the southwest. Have the hussars cover the flanks."
"Yes, General!"
Two hours later, when Ibrahim led his cavalry to the French Army's camp, he found it completely deserted.
However, his cavalry quickly confirmed the French Army's position again. Cursing the cowardly French as he went, he ordered the cavalry to assemble and pursue them southwest.
At that moment, on the east bank of the Nile River, Muhammad Ali was loudly urging his Albanian Corps onward. "Cairo is only seven miles away! Pick up the pace. Once we crush the Mamluk rebels, every man will receive five Sultani!"
Yes, ever since crossing Suez, he had basically stopped listening to Commander-in-Chief Raif's orders.
As Raif's legion approached Cairo, he had deliberately dragged his feet, keeping his own eight thousand soldiers far behind.
When Raif came under Mamluk attack and ordered a retreat, he had not retreated with him. Instead, he moved south and cleared the way. Then he ordered a Forced March straight at Cairo.
Yes, before leaving Constantinople, he had already agreed upon an operation plan with the French.
Victory in the Egyptian Campaign had been destined to belong to him from the very beginning!
After marching for several more hours, cavalrymen returned to report that Mamluk defenders had been spotted two miles ahead.
Muhammad Ali immediately gestured to the orderly officer. "Start sending the signal."
"Yes, my lord!"
Very soon, dozens of Albanian soldiers piled the prepared Timber and Oil Tax into a