The first force Dick visited was a militia union organized by low-level port workers.
In Dick's view, the militia unions were just a bunch of beggars.
Such an organization is nothing more than a large begging organization organized by a group of workers who don’t have enough to eat.
But when he thought about what happened to him the last time he tried to win over this union, Dick suppressed the anger in his heart.
If it weren't for the fact that the port now needs these people as labor force, Dick would have sent the British army to suppress it.
None of these so-called militias can survive!
York, as the leader of the militia union, personally received Dick.
York called Dick very affectionately: "Oh, isn't this our dear good man, Mr. Dick? The money you gave away last time was not much, are you here to give it away this time?"
Upon hearing this, Dick's face darkened and he ignored him.
Like the owner here, he walked into York's office without waiting for York's invitation and sat directly in York's seat. of
Seeing that his seat had been usurped, York did not show any anger. On the contrary, he smiled with a smile on his lips and sat opposite Dick very casually.
Dick glanced at him, assumed the posture of a superior, and said: "I have only one purpose for coming here this time."
"Your workers must admit that Britons rule here now."
"I am your city lord!"
York didn't refute. He spread his hands and said, "I agree with everything you said."
Dick's face relaxed, he leaned back and looked at York with his nostrils, and said indifferently: "Okay, gather your workers and go work for our British ship."
York stood up and snapped his fingers outside the door.
Then he returned to the house and sat down again.
Dick looked at York who had returned, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly: "Why don't you want to?"
"No, I am very willing to call my worker friends and work, but there is a prerequisite for all this."
York narrowed his eyes slightly and smiled: "We have to get the salary we deserve."
Dick frowned and straightened his body to stare at York's face, the fire in his heart was slowly being ignited.
"I paid you money, but you didn't work for me!" Di Ke said coldly.
York sneered, Dick did pay, but the amount paid was pitiful, and they, the laborers Aoba, often did not get the wages they deserved.
At this moment, the workers summoned by York poured in. Dick looked over, his eyes turned cold, and he shouted: "York, I'm warning you, Nashadir has left, and now this city is under the control of us Britons. .”
"If you want to do something, I advise you to give up this unrealistic idea."
"I have the final say here, tell your people to stand down!"
York looked at the angry Dick calmly and said with a smile: "Then we will follow Lord Dick's order. Brothers, please retreat."
No one moved, these people were still staring at Dick's face.
Dick's face darkened.
"York, you know the consequences of irritating me."
York chuckled and said, "Perhaps the general took my seat, or else the general personally issued the order and took a look?"
"You're kidding me!" Dick shouted angrily.
"Ha." York smiled disdainfully.
Dick's face was as dark as iron, his fists were clenched and turned white, and his body was shaking with the anger in his heart. His teeth were clenched tightly, and his throat was surging, wanting to give orders to these workers.
But there was no way these workers would listen to him.
York was playing him.
York's expression changed and he was no longer as respectful as before. He said coldly: "If you don't dare, just get out of the way and don't sit in my seat!"
Dick got up. It was neither going nor going now.
If he leaves, it means that he has occupied York's position, and his face will be gone.
If you don't leave, you will always be embarrassed. As the nominal city lord, he can't even order these Egyptian workers.
In the end, Dick snorted and chose the former.
It's better to be embarrassed once than to be embarrassed here all the time.
"York, please remember what you did today." Dick threatened coldly.
York reported with a smile: "If your revenge comes, we can try it."
"Blowing up those ports is much easier than killing someone."
threaten! A naked threat!
But Dick had to accept this reality.
Dick left here with a cold face. Before he came here, he had never thought about making heavy gifts or money to the militia union.
The last win over had allowed him to see through what these people were thinking.
Although Britain does not lack this little money, it cannot squander it carelessly.
What he came here to ask for was an attitude from the militia union.
Since York's attitude was so bad, Dick felt it necessary to make York pay the price, with his life.
Dick moved on to the next place.
…
On the other side of Egypt, Jiang Xuan and Nashadir are currently studying how to capture the three mining areas occupied by the French.
They are separated by the Sahara Desert among these three mining areas.
If you want to capture it, you have to cross the Sahara Desert, which is simply impossible.
Jiang Xuan's and Nashadir fell into hard thinking.
The previous marches in the desert were all short distances, not as exaggerated as crossing the Sahara Desert.
If they want to march, they must deal with the extremely cruel weather environment of the Sahara Desert.
After so many people cross the Sahara, how much fighting power do they have left?
What's more, facing the powerful defensive formation of the French colonial area.
Can the troops after traveling through time break through?
As soon as such an idea came up, Jiang Xuan rejected it instantly.
The answer is absolutely no.
"We can't attack by force, we can only outmaneuver. Such a march plan is simply not feasible. The Sahara Desert is either hot or cold all the time. We don't have any marching tools to reach it."
Jiang Xuan said helplessly.
"But these are three iron mines, don't we want them anymore?" Nashadir couldn't bear to say.
"Of course, but we have to find a way to outwit them, not capture them!" Jiang Xuan said in a deep voice.
"How to outwit the forces in the French colonial area? We still can't penetrate them."
Nashadir sighed. There were three mines, including a saltpeter mine. Now they had to abandon these three veins.
There are three mines, and one of them is a saltpeter mine. If they give up, their losses will be too great.
Jiang Xuan looked at the area currently occupied by France and said indifferently: "We have no way to attack, but that doesn't mean there is no way to attack from the inside."
Nashadir was stunned: "From the inside?"
"Yes, attack from within."
