Sashar looked at the battlefield. The current situation of the battle was that their French team clearly had the upper hand.
Although Nashadir's troops formed a circular formation.
The defensive formation is very difficult to attack.
But now their troops have cut off Nashadir's troops, and Nashadir's troops do not have the upper hand.
After being torn apart, the troops suffered even more serious losses.
Some Nashadir troops formed into small circular formations were quickly disappearing.
It was clear that they had the upper hand.
"Minister, the advantage on the battlefield now is that we have the upper hand."
The military minister laughed, said nothing more, and left silently.
There is no need to continue watching this city defense battle. The military minister is fully aware of what may happen next.
The French troops were loosely disciplined and not as disciplined as the Nashadir troops.
This resulted in their French formation being simply vulnerable.
However, as the French Minister of Military Affairs in Egypt, he did not want to lose this war and must make preparations as soon as possible to prevent Nashadir's troops from landing on the city.
…
On the battlefield, the situation reversed little by little.
The small defensive formation of Nashadir's troops was quickly disappearing.
But it was not destroyed by French troops.
It's because Nashadir's troops are annexing these small forces.
Sashar observed this scene with disbelief in his eyes. He saw that the legion wearing the iconic armor of the Nashadir army was growing at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.
A square formation was soon formed, but this time the square formation was different.
He is bigger.
More phalanxes were also split, and the formations still cut and divided the French troops.
The French army was not the Nashadir army, and it was split into small groups.
The soldiers were in a daze.
I don’t know how to break out at all!
"Damn it!"
Sashar clenched his fists and hammered the city wall, but he didn't feel any pain because of his anger, and looked at the city with a struggling expression.
The formation Nashadir put up was like a maze that could change.
He used the remaining shield soldiers as the labyrinth wall, changing it in all directions to cut through the French army.
At the same time, the spear infantry behind these shield soldiers suddenly attacked.
Harvest life ruthlessly.
Now the French troops are surrounded by enemies on all sides, but they have no way to attack.
The defensive power of Nashadir's shield soldiers is simply astonishing. The huge shield is made of who knows what material, but the spear cannot break through it at all.
Moreover, in such a space, even a charge by a war horse would be very difficult.
If this continues, the French army will be completely wiped out by Nashadir's mysterious and unpredictable formation.
Nashadir sneered when he saw the scene in the formation.
He said secretly in his heart: "These dragon flame formations that Jiang Xuan told me are really useful!"
After killing all the French troops in the formation and attacking to the base of the city wall, there will be no more problems.
"Pass my order, attack with all your strength, leave no one behind."
The counselor under Nashadir suddenly said: "General, if there is no French army, their free forts will definitely launch an offensive against us."
Upon hearing this, Nashadir gave the counselor an emotionless look.
He said calmly: "Do you think they won't know it now?"
The counselor wanted to refute, but suddenly there was a loud explosion on the battlefield.
The counselor was stunned for a moment, and immediately saw flames and smoke rising on the battlefield.
He hurriedly looked through the telescope. On the battlefield, both their troops and the French troops were under shelling.
Countless French soldiers died under their own artillery fire.
The counselor's face froze, and he immediately looked at Sashar and saw him hysterically roaring on the city wall, regardless of the life and death of the frontline soldiers.
Although the content of the roar cannot be heard clearly here.
But the counselor knew exactly what he would say!
Nashadir said indifferently: "Compassion does not control soldiers."
Nashadir only had four words to comment on this tragedy of fratricide, but at this moment the counselor thought it was absolutely correct.
Compassion does not command troops.
That's right. Judging from the current situation analysis, using artillery to blast away their formation is the simplest and most effective method.
The counselor took a deep breath and retreated silently without saying a word.
But at this moment, the situation on the battlefield has changed again.
Because Sashar ordered the artillery bombardment, the offensive momentum of Nashadir's troops did slow down.
But it didn't have much effect.
Although a hole was broken in the formation of Nashadir's troops, the French army lost more than just a few soldiers.
Their morale was shattered.
It is absolutely unacceptable for artillery fire to be directed at one's own people.
Faith is shaken.
This unit will never be able to recover. Their morale has declined. Facing such a unit with declining morale.
The Nashadir troops showed no mercy and carried out a ruthless massacre.
Facing enemies on all sides and indiscriminate artillery attacks from their own side, these French troops felt completely desperate.
With almost no ability to resist, they were massacred by the Nashadir troops.
Soon, Nashadir's troops rushed to the front of the fort.
But they suffered heavy losses.
Although the artillery and assault tanks had defeated the French troops who came to the rescue, the artillery did not dare to fire.
Because the friendly forces are too close, if an artillery shell occurs, it is easy to accidentally injure a comrade.
This resulted in only the French troops attacking indiscriminately.
At this point, Nashadir's troops suffered heavy losses.
Finally, under the cover of chariots, the troops finally reached the base of the city wall.
Sashar looked at the densely packed Nashadir troops under the city wall, his face filled with a sense of defeat, and he knew in his heart that the situation was over.
Although this city wall is extremely strong, most of their troops have been lost on the battlefield.
In Nashadir, which has an absolute advantage in military strength, as long as the troops continue to attack the city, this indestructible city will definitely be breached.
Failed, utterly defeated...
Sashar's face lost all color. As a French correspondent stationed in Egypt, he had never been as embarrassed as he was today.
He was actually defeated by one of Long Yan's dogs.
He was about to order a retreat to other French colonial areas and wait for the opportunity...
At this moment, a deep sound suddenly sounded!
"Rolling wood, thunder stone, fierce oil, crossbowman!"
Sashar looked over and happened to see the cold eyes of the military minister. He glanced at it and shouted in a deep voice: "We must not let Nashadir's dog troops...
Climb the wall! "
"Yes!" the French soldier replied loudly.
Seeing this scene, Sashar laughed miserably, looked at the military minister in despair, and said with a bitter smile: "Minister, we have been defeated..."
Before he finished speaking, the minister grabbed him by the collar, his eyes filled with thunder, and Sashar's eyes suddenly glazed over when he looked at him.
"The war is not over yet, we are not lost yet!"
"do you understand!"
