At this moment, the more than ten thousand Ottoman vanguard troops had just crossed the river. The men behind them were still jammed along the riverbank, preparing to board the boats, able only to watch helplessly as the howling Mamluk cavalry drew ever closer.
Infantry without formation was as fragile as chicks before cavalry.
Three thousand cavalrymen held their sabers level at their sides. Simply galloping through the crowd, they easily sliced apart the bodies of hundreds of Janissary Guard Corps soldiers. In an instant, shouts and screams blanketed the north bank of the Harazuni River.
Countless Ottoman soldiers scattered like headless flies, fleeing the Mamluks' blades. Men kept jumping into the river, only to sink beneath it moments later. Raif's face went deathly pale, and under the cover of his guards, he fled in panic toward Obo.
Ibrahim had no desire to linger in battle either. After shattering the Ottoman Army's formations, he immediately turned east and gave chase.
At the same time, nearly a thousand more Mamluk cavalrymen appeared on the south bank of the Harazuni River and launched a fierce assault on the Ottomans who had just crossed. Just as the Ottoman soldiers were preparing to leap into the river in terror, deep horn calls sounded from afar.
An officer raised his Telescope and looked westward, then immediately cried out in excitement, "It's the Albanian Corps! We're saved!"
Muhammad Ali personally led three thousand soldiers, shielding the Ottoman Army on the riverbank behind them, and unleashed a volley of Flintlock Gun fire at the charging Mamluk cavalry.
Following Abdullah's instructions, the Mamluk officers immediately pretended they could not hold their ground, turned around, and fled south.
The Ottoman soldiers had only just witnessed the horrific scene on the north bank. Having survived the disaster, they nearly fell