Sean stared at Marina with wide eyes, his fists clenched until they turned white, feeling like there were words stuck in his throat but he just couldn't say them out.
There is no way to refute a word.
What Marina said was true, and he had no way to refute it.
His father had indeed been forced to give him an order to recruit new soldiers, so that his people could help the French they hated to safeguard their interests.
This is completely unacceptable to them.
Even a fool can see how disgusting such an order is.
If Sean really does what Sugra asks, his prestige in his tribe will be damaged.
They may even be labeled as traitors by the people of their own tribe.
This is fatal for him, who will inherit the position of chief in the future.
This will affect his succession to the chiefdom.
Marina ignored Sean and turned to leave.
Before leaving, she said something: "Brother-in-law, think about it carefully. Do you want to carry out such an order? On one side is your father and on the other side are the people in the tribe."
Alina saw Sean who was silent. After her sister left, she said, "Sean, don't be angry with her."
"She just said it casually."
Sean turned to look at Marina, his eyes were frighteningly cold: "You said it casually? It's not like you said it casually!"
"And everything she said is true!"
Elena exclaimed, she didn't know the inside story, and she didn't expect that what Marina said was true.
"How is it possible that my father really ordered you to summon the young people from the tribe to go to the battlefield?"
Sean nodded, and Alina felt like she was struck by lightning.
Such an order is like putting Sean on the fire.
"Father was also forced, but I don't know how to carry out such an order. I can't do it..." Sean said in pain, holding his head.
He needs to make a choice, but if he does not follow this order, Socrates is likely to be killed by the French.
But if this order is followed, his position as young chief may not be guaranteed.
And he has no face. If he continues to stay in this tribe, he will be a sinner of the Sugra tribe.
Alina comforted you: "Sean, I don't know how to comfort you. This choice is very heavy no matter how you make it."
"But it's not your responsibility."
"But please don't forget that you are the young chief of this tribe and your father is the chief. Every word and deed of the two of you needs to be responsible for this tribe."
…
At this time, on the other side of Egypt.
Nashadir led his own troops and was about to kill the Sogra tribe.
Now his troops are temporarily resting in a tavern.
Nashadir was looking at a map in a separate room, which marked the number of French troops they encountered along the way.
Nashadir frowned slightly. The number of these French troops was much smaller than he thought.
It seems that the strength of the French army has been contained by the front line.
Or maybe what he did could not arouse the anger of the French people at all.
It was just that he had humiliated the mistress of a French general, and now he had killed several French soldiers and robbed the French army of supplies.
Just these things may not really attract the attention of the French.
Whatever the reason, his goal was achieved.
Under the eyes of the French, openly confronting the French.
This will arouse the fighting spirit of many tribes.
The French have been dominating here for a long time.
Nashadir has been around for a long time, starting with the rebellious French forces.
Not only is he now alive and kicking, but he has also pulled up a huge team.
Just such a story is enough to make many Egyptian people who are looking forward to resisting the French feel that Nashadir is a hero.
A living legend can help them drive away the French.
What Nashadir is doing now is not how to resist the French, but to make those Egyptians realize that the French are not invincible.
They are capable enough to resist these oppressors.
It's enough to do this.
At the same time, as the French garrison general in this area, Ika received countless letters on this day.
What was placed on the floor of his desk was today's news. The headline was "Resist the Demon Hero, Nashadir!" 》
"This bastard!" Ika said angrily.
The letters on his desk were all urging him to kill Nashadir as soon as possible.
But now they simply do not have the ability to eliminate Nashadir.
"Use it, you really know how to do it!"
"Let me kill Nashadir, then you should send your troops to me!"
Ika was hysterical. Although he was a garrison general, the troops he could mobilize were very limited.
Now Britain is fighting France, and the situation on the battlefield is gradually deteriorating. They have the possibility of fighting the British army across the board.
This left him with very few troops to mobilize.
He also needs to deploy troops to maintain security in the area under his jurisdiction.
The number of troops capable of attacking Nashadir is even pitifully small.
Although Nashadir now only has an army of more than a hundred people, it is very difficult to deal with.
Nashadir didn't know what he did before, but this army formed a super powerful combat capability in his hands.
He sent out several times more troops to encircle and suppress them, but without any surprise, they were defeated by Nashadir every time.
Ika was very anxious.
He didn't know how Nashadir did it, but it undoubtedly hurt the image of the French army in the eyes of these original residents.
Otherwise, no newspaper would publish such a report.
"This is pure rebellion."
"Come here, check for me and see who wrote such a report!" Ika ordered.
Mrs. Luo, who was beside Ika, frowned as she read the contents of the newspaper, and immediately said coquettishly: "Why has it taken so long, and Nashadir hasn't been caught yet."
When Ika heard Mrs. Luo's scolding voice, she turned around and slapped her.
Mrs. Luo touched her red and swollen face and looked at the furious Ika in shock, completely at a loss.
"Sir, you..."
"You still have the nerve to talk. If it weren't for you, what would be happening now?"
"Get out of here with me!"
Mrs. Luo stared at Ika with no good expression, and she left angrily.
Ika looked at the newspaper and was shattered to death. For him, it was a shame that Nashadir was still alive.
Nashadir must not be alive, and Ika decided to kill Nashadir at all costs.
It's just about his reputation!
On the same day, Ika summoned all the major newspapers in his French colonial area and told them: "Those who insult the French Empire will eventually be punished."
"Our troops will deliver punishment at lightning speed!"
