Before the world could even react to the utter destruction of the Jalayirid Sultanate's army outside the city of Ascalon. The Bombers had already returned to Cyprus, where they quickly rearmed and refueled before taking flight again.
This rapid action was unbeknownst to the Mamluk Sultan, who sat on his steed outside the city of Alexandria with a wide grin on his face. He was confident that with the city's fall, the rest of the region would quickly surrender to his might. Thus, he was boastful and arrogant as he spoke to his eldest son, who sat by his side waiting to take part in the conquest.
"You see how the walls crumble before the overwhelming might of my artillery? Sultan Salan once said to me that in a world where man has yet to reach mastery over the skies, that artillery is king on the battlefield.
