At this time, Africa.
Egypt.
After Dick and Jiang Xuan sign a cooperation agreement, Britain will send troops to France to help Long Yan regain the four port cities that belong to them.
The news quickly reached Nashadir.
Although Nashadir went deep behind enemy lines, it became very difficult to transmit the news, and it took a lot of effort for him to get the news.
Nashadir was very curious about what kind of news Jiang Xuan spent so much effort to deliver to him.
He couldn't wait to open the note and read it. He was stunned for a moment, and his face soon showed joy.
"The day of counterattack is coming. The British troops will draw troops to your action points. Take advantage of this opportunity to act immediately!"
The corners of Nashadir's mouth rose. He had been operating behind enemy lines for so long.
I didn't expect that the final chapter would finally come.
As a result of his activities, the Wahhara tribe already had a deep hatred of the French, and now it is even more so.
The Wahhara tribe is a large tribe nearby, with countless smaller tribes attached to it.
If such a tribe launched a riot in the French colonies, the French would definitely be caught off guard.
"We need to discuss this matter with Henry." Nashadir said after thinking for a moment.
Henry is the young chief of the Wahara tribe and a friend of Nashadir.
After Nashadir's consideration during this period, it has been confirmed that Henry is a trustworthy person.
Nashadir quickly found Henry inside the tribe.
"Nashadir, you are still used to living here. Let me tell you, our Wahhara tribe is not only famous for war horses, but also famous for its kumiss and mutton. Try the taste of these kumiss."
Henry saw Nashadir's arrival and welcomed him warmly.
Nashadir took the wine bag with a smile, took a sip of the kumiss, and praised: "It tastes good, comparable to Long Yan's Yinzhou Drunk."
Hearing this, Henry laughed and waved his hands repeatedly.
"Don't make fun of me. This kumiss is indeed good, but it's still far behind Long Yan's Yinzhou Drunk."
"I once drank it at the old chief's place. Well, that's the kind of strong drink a warrior should drink!"
"However, since the French turned against Long Yan, Long Yan's Yinzhou drunkenness has never spread here again."
"It's a pity to talk about this." Henry sighed.
Nashadir nodded, looked at Henry and asked, "Henry, do you want to drink Yinzhou drunk again?"
Henry raised his head and looked at Nashadir excitedly: "Do you have a connection?"
Nashadir smiled: "Although you know that I am a general, you still don't know where I am a general, right?"
Henry waved his hand and said: "Our Wahala tribe doesn't have so many brains to think about these things. Friends are friends. I don't care where you are a general."
Nashadir laughed and shook his head.
Henry looked at Nashadir and said drunkenly: "By the way, you are a general somewhere. You said you have a way to get Yinzhou drunk. Could it be that you are a general from Long Yan?"
"Well, more or less. I'm from Cairo. I'm half a general of Long Yan, but I have my own army."
Henry was stunned for a moment, then looked at Nashadir carefully, and said with a smile: "Stop joking, how could Long Yan's general avoid the French's investigation."
"It is impossible for those Long Yan people to come to me, because they were either killed by the French in this colonial area, or were killed by the tribes under the control of France."
"I'm telling you, no Long Yan people can come here at all now."
Nashadir laughed, looked at Henry seriously, and said lightly: "My army is in Cairo. It is a force of more than 100,000 people. Do you know the French port?"
"That port was taken down by Longyanren and I together. Do you want to see evidence? Take a look at this knife."
"It'll have the answers you'd expect to know."
Nashadir took out another knife from his waist. This knife had a slender blade, embroidered with the unique pattern of Dragon Flame, matching gold and silver.
When Henry saw the knife, he immediately became energetic, and all the alcoholism seemed to dissipate.
Taking the knife, Henry felt that the profound, solemn and majestic graphics on the knife were not like the existence among their Arab tribes.
He was even more surprised when he looked at the slender blade. Most Arabian swords were scimitars.
But the knife is almost straight.
Henry frowned and pulled out the knife. A cold light suddenly appeared. In front of the dim yellow wood fire, the knife emitted an intimidating cold light.
Henry looked at the blade with dense patterns on it, as if it was not forged with the skills he now possesses.
He flicked it gently, and the sound came out, empty and clear.
Some fallen hair floated to the blade and was immediately broken into two pieces.
"What a knife!" Henry had sobered up and had just this sentence to praise him.
He looked at Nashadir and asked eagerly: "We Arab tribes cannot make such a knife. Where does it come from?"
Nashadir smiled and said, "I told you."
Henry's eyes widened and he exclaimed: "Dragon Flame!"
Nashadir nodded: "Yes, from Dragon Flame."
"This is Long Yan's command sword. As long as the general can wear it, now you believe my identity."
As soon as the words fell, the air fell into silence.
The wood fire is swaying!
Henry stared at him, silent. After a long time, he exhaled a breath, handed back the knife, and said: "Drink this wine and leave quickly. If you are Long Yan's general, our Wahala tribe can't Protect you."
"This is French territory. If they find you, you won't be able to leave."
Nashadir smiled faintly: "I'm just a Frenchman, Brother Henry, why do you think I'm here?"
"Are we really here to catch up with you?"
Henry didn't answer.
Nashadir added: "Now the chief of your tribe is still in the hands of the French, and his life or death is uncertain."
"After these French people came here, they grabbed your resources, your women, even though your Wahala tribe has no resources."
"But I see that there are very few women in your tribe. There are only some young and old ones. I don't need to tell you where they went, right?"
Henry's face suddenly turned angry. Naturally, the women of their tribe were snatched away by the French.
This is a shame for their tribe, a shame that cannot be washed away.
"This is not something you should worry about!" Henry said coldly.
Nashadir laughed, looked at his angry face, and said calmly: "The woman was snatched away, and the life or death of the chief is unknown. This is something that a warrior cannot bear."
"Henry, haven't you ever thought about revenge?"
