Horse face, raised during the construction of the city wall.
The shape is long and oblique, resembling a horse's face, so it is called horse face.
A 'concave' shape can be formed between the two horse faces, so that no matter how the enemy attacks from the city wall below, they will be besieged on three sides.
The damage suffered is also the greatest.
At this time, some people from Nashadir's army attacked upward along the horse's surface.
However, because the width of the horse's face was too small, soldiers climbing the bamboo ladder could easily be hit by rolling rocks and thunderwood, leaving them unable to retreat, and there was no way to climb the city through numbers.
Although Nashadir's troops are now stronger than the French army, the most important thing to compete in a siege is the strength of the troops.
After persisting for a long time, the battlefield has now reached a stalemate.
Nashadir's troops couldn't attack at all, but the French troops couldn't even think of repelling Nashadir's troops.
Regarding this stalemate, the military minister finally relaxed.
The most important thing in a city defense battle is patience, and the competition is consumption.
See who can endure who.
However, in terms of losses, the siege party will definitely suffer greater losses. As long as he holds on for one more day, the siege party will have to pay several times the damage force as his own.
There was a stalemate on the battlefield, and the one who was most worried would not be him, but Nashadir.
At this moment, Nashadir watched the battlefield reach a stalemate without panicking at all.
This can even be said to be good news for him.
The longer the stalemate continued on the battlefield, the better the situation would be in his favor, and the French army would be too tired to deal with the attack and ignore the troops digging holes right under the city walls.
In order to cover this force, Nashadir paid a huge sacrifice.
Countless soldiers died in the siege.
But it was all worth it. A large amount of explosives exploded in the foundation of the city wall. Even this ten-meter-thick city wall could only collapse.
When the cave is dug out, the city will be destroyed!
Thinking of this, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Nashadir's mouth.
…
At this time, the British Army held an important town.
The yellow sand is so long that no buildings can be seen at all.
Not to mention people.
A sandstorm swept Dick's defenders and the French troops into the sky.
Not long after, a group of French cavalry came to the important town and saw it turning into yellow sand, and I felt happy.
The leader of this cavalry immediately ordered to assist the French port.
On the first day when the British army made a surprise attack on this important town, they already knew that the French port must have been attacked.
This is the only exit from the French port to the outside world.
Other routes are in the British defense zone and there is no way to pass.
At the same time, it is also an important transportation town with a large number of troops gathered here.
If you want to attack the French port, you must take it here, otherwise you will be besieged by all French colonial forces in Africa.
As long as we hold here, no French army can support us.
The French cavalry immediately crossed the yellow sand and headed for the French port, where they had been intercepted for more than ten days.
From here it is still a day's journey from the port city of France.
We must march as quickly as possible.
This attack looked premeditated. I wonder if the French port has changed hands now. They must hurry up.
It didn't take long after the French cavalry left.
In the midst of the long yellow sand, there was a pop!
The yellow sand rolled up and raised dust and mist, and there was a figure among it. If the French cavalry were to investigate carefully, they would never let him go. He is Dick!
"Cough cough cough..."
Dick walked out of the dust and fog just now, looked at the direction in which the French army left, only the horse hoof prints gradually dissipating in the rolling yellow sand, and cursed:
"The damn sandstorm scared me to death!" Dick cursed.
Then he looked at the entire town covered by yellow sand, and could not see any trace of their 30,000-strong army.
Dick gasped, his eyes glazed over for a few seconds.
Thirty thousand British troops were wiped out by a sandstorm, and only Dick survived.
Dick was silent.
He looked towards the direction where the French team left, feeling a little gloomy.
Now he has no idea how the siege of Nashadir went, and whether the port was captured.
If not, that would be troublesome.
It won't be long before the French army arrives.
All 30,000 of his troops were killed. In the desert, Britain had no way to support him.
There was no way to even tell Nashadir that French reinforcements were about to arrive.
He had already predicted the outcome of this war - losing.
However, Dick did not care too much about the outcome of this war. Anyway, it was Nashadir and the French who suffered the most losses.
In this war, Britain may be the biggest winner.
When he aided Nashadir, he didn't say anything about winning or losing.
Even if he loses, Long Yan will still give him the port city.
A mine for a port city, plus a deal for a giant steam engine.
This is not a disadvantage for Britain.
But if Nashadir wins, their profits will be even greater.
Dick laughed and looked at the yellow sand in the sky, a trace of despair rising in his heart. Compared to the battlefield, the endless desert made him more desperate.
Deep in the desert that has just experienced a sandstorm, the road terrain has been changed due to this sandstorm.
He no longer knows the way he came, and it is almost impossible to go back now.
…
At this moment, on the plain where the Port of France is located.
The stalemate on the battlefield has not been broken.
The military minister watched as the death toll among Nashadir's troops grew larger and larger.
Their ambivalence was gradually weakening, and a hint of joy finally appeared on their stern faces.
As long as he persists, Nashadir's troops will definitely be defeated by him.
"Repulse Nashadir, the wine and girls in the city are waiting for you!" the military minister encouraged the soldiers.
For these soldiers with overflowing adrenal glands, wine and women are the best things to let them vent.
Anyway, there are as many native Egyptian women as you want.
There is no need for pity for their noble French people.
After hearing this promise from the Minister of Military Affairs, they counterattacked even more fiercely, and now the offensive of Nashadir's troops has weakened.
It seemed that if they persisted for a while longer, their casualties would increase and they would be defeated.
Until this moment, the military minister still didn't know what kind of crisis lay beneath the solid city wall on which he relied most.
Suddenly, the attacking Nashadir troops retreated like water.
Seeing this, the military minister was delighted. In his opinion, this was Nashadir's defeat.
"Run away, run away, these Longyan people's dogs!"
Countless French soldiers on the city wall fell into the joy of victory.
Then he thought that they were going to go to the city, on the bed anywhere, drinking heavily and tearing those poor Egyptian women to pieces.
I felt a twinge of pain in my heart.
At this moment, there was a bang.
Everyone was stunned and suddenly felt like the world was shaking!
