Motorola's fleet landed on the southern coast of the Mediterranean Sea.
On the shore, two thousand soldiers disembarked from the fleet, holding muskets, and quickly formed a circular formation.
In the center of the circle was a sedan chair.
This was a replica Motorola had someone make based on his memories from his past life. He had heard that emperors of ancient China traveled in such things.
It was a symbol of status.
Watching the yellow sand whipped up by the wind, and the whistling wind, Motorola opened the system panel, determined the direction, and pointed a finger: Charge!
Yes, Your Majesty!
His accompanying subordinates heard the command and quickly ran to the front of the formation.
Bang bang bang!
The two thousand soldiers began to march rapidly on foot.
Meanwhile, Motorola got into the sedan chair, enjoying what he considered to be the treatment of a Chinese emperor.
Inside the sedan chair, Motorola felt dizzy from the jolting.
Indeed, power always makes one dizzy!
But speaking of which, what dynasty is China in now?
Damn it! Why does America only have three hundred years of history, but I've transmigrated over a thousand years!
In a corner of his mind, a faint voice emerged from a cluster of light.
Idiot, moron, megalomaniac!
Stupid donkey, imbecile, impotent!
After Motorola's army had been on the move for a long time, they finally encountered the natives of this land.
The formation stopped. Without any command being issued, the two thousand musketeers immediately began a slaughter of the local natives!
After the sounds of musket fire, all the men in the village were massacred.
Motorola emerged from the sedan chair, looking at the corpses in the village and the land that had been washed by blood but still appeared very dry. He burst into laughter.
Hahahaha!
Ha, spit! Spit! Spit!
Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew, filling his mouth with sand. He quickly stopped laughing and squatted down to spit.
Your Majesty, have some of my milk~
A woman, seeing this, quickly brought over a box of milk, inserted a straw, and brought the milk to Motorola's mouth.
Slurp~~!
Gurgle gurgle~~ pfft~
Motorola quickly took a sip to rinse his mouth, spat out the milk mixed with sand, and stood up. He pointed at the trembling women gathered in the village: Take them all away, and continue marching!
When he returned to the sedan chair door, he even pulled the woman who had just brought him milk inside.
Accompany me, Your Majesty, to exercise!
Well, I have to try. What if it was just because I was too tired this morning?
Having been in the sedan chair for so long, should I be rested?
The two thousand musketeers, along with Motorola sitting in the sedan chair, continued marching in the direction indicated by the system.
From inside the sedan chair, strange groaning sounds were occasionally heard.
However, it wasn't long before Motorola's curses were heard again: Fuck! Anus, I hate anuses!
A day later, the convoy passed by a city. After a brief exchange of fire, the city was captured by Motorola's musketeers.
Just as the musketeers were preparing to carry out a massacre as before, a voice from the system suddenly came to Motorola's mind again.
System: You fool, let me teach you a lesson. If you keep killing like this, you won't be able to retrieve that thing when you get there!
Motorola quickly stopped his subordinates, and the city's residents were thus spared from slaughter.
The two thousand musketeers replaced their mounts with those seized from the city's garrison.
There were warhorses and camels.
The city was abandoned, and the convoy set off again. However, Motorola had his subordinates select two thousand young and strong men from the city's populace to accompany them as slaves.
Since the system had made it so clear, it was obvious that a large amount of manpower would be needed to retrieve the mission item.
Egypt's land area is not very large, and over ninety percent of it is desert. After half a month of travel, Motorola's convoy finally reached the location of the mission item.
Looking at the vast complex of buildings before him, Motorola was dumbfounded.
The Pyramids!
The Sphinx!
I was a software engineer in my past life, and I'm nothing without a computer. These pyramids are said to be so precisely built that not even a piece of paper can be inserted between two bricks. How am I supposed to get in to retrieve something?
Looking at the pyramid indicated by the system, Motorola said resentfully: Dig a hole for me, Your Majesty!
Due to the system's mission, his soldiers had long been accustomed to such inexplicable commands.
The soldiers, escorting the tens of thousands of slaves captured along the way, began to dig a hole at the base of the pyramid.
Humans, for survival, always gather near water.
There was no water source near the pyramids, so the capital of Egypt was not located here, but in Fustat, thirty miles away, which is present-day Cairo.
While Motorola was openly digging into the pyramid, the news of his army's conquests and pillaging along the way had finally reached the Egyptian capital.
Within a few days, Egyptian soldiers appeared and launched an attack on Motorola.
However, Motorola had already set up defenses at the base of the pyramid.
He sat in a tent at the base of the pyramid, eating steak and drinking Lafite, completely unconcerned about the battle outside.
Egypt was full of yellow sand, with little water and food, and could not support many people. Consequently, the number of soldiers was also small.
As expected, the soldiers sent by the King of Egypt could not break through the defenses of the musketeers.
Relying on the accumulated food and water in his spatial storage, Motorola would occasionally engage the Egyptian reinforcements as if bullying children, while waiting for the pyramid to be dug open.
The wait was always long, especially with two young women by his side, allowing him to do as he pleased, yet he could only curse that damned anus.
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