"What!"
Ika couldn't believe his ears. Nashadir's troops had attacked just now, but not long ago, Nashadir's troops attacked.
Could Nashadir's troops be divided into separate parts?
Ika instantly realized that the situation was not good. Nashadir was a human being, not a god, so naturally he could not be cloned.
But now that two Nashadir troops have appeared, the previous intelligence was wrong.
Nashadir also has an army. He has been hiding this army in order to make people feel numb. Only in this way can he be surprised.
Thinking of this, Ika was deeply aware of the horror of Nashadir.
But that didn't mean anything to him.
The current situation is not dangerous enough to retreat.
No matter how you say it, Nashadir only has two troops, no more than 500 people at most.
After the current separation, the number of troops attacking them will only be smaller.
There are more than 300 well-equipped soldiers in the command post.
More than enough to deal with Nashadir's forces.
Moreover, Nashadir only has such a small number of people, and he dares to attack completely by relying on the cavalry. He moves quickly and fights quickly.
Defeat them as quickly as possible.
Even if these French soldiers cannot defeat Nashadir, they can only hold him back until the troops who went to destroy him come back, but his troops will not be able to escape!
Ika calmed down instantly and asked: "How many people are there in Nashadir's army?"
The soldier replied: "There are only more than a hundred people, but they are all cavalry."
"How many muskets are there?"
"Not much. Most of the soldiers still held spears, and only a few held muskets."
Ika smiled. As he expected, Nashadir's troops did not have much strength, and their equipment was not well-equipped.
"With such a small amount of troops, why are you panicking?"
"Pass my order, let all the French soldiers in the command post fight, attack with muskets and crossbows, and let Nashadir know the consequences of angering the French!" Ika hammered the table and vented his anger anger!
"Yes!" The soldier immediately announced Ika's battle plan without hesitation.
French soldiers blocked Nashadir's troops from the front.
The number of muskets was sufficient to arm these French soldiers, who adopted a horizontal fighting method.
A group of soldiers lined up and fired at the same time.
This allows the gun to have the largest and densest attack range.
After all, Nashadir is also a veteran on the battlefield. He knows the advantages of such an attack. The intensive bullet shooting leaves the troops facing direct confrontation with nowhere to escape.
If such an attack hits Nashadir's troops, they will definitely be wiped out.
However, Nashadir had already thought of a way to deal with such an attack.
"Spread out, don't face these French soldiers directly, we will attack from the flank!"
Nashadir's troops were all good horsemen, and they took action immediately after receiving the order.
More than a hundred war horses spread out and charged towards the French army.
After the first wave of shooting, the French army's muskets needed to be reloaded quickly.
This gave Nashadir's forces an opportunity.
The current distance is still a chance for the French team. They can complete the reloading before the French team comes over and shoot at a closer distance.
Can guarantee better hit situation.
And not only that, this is the French command post with artillery.
They had already pulled the heavy artillery onto the battlefield from the warehouse.
With the suppression of artillery, Nashadir's troops can definitely be hit head-on!
At this time, Nashadir suddenly ordered: "Attack!"
The cavalrymen holding spears immediately threw the spears in their hands to destroy the enemy's attack point.
This was something the French team did not expect.
At this moment, Nashadir's troops had arrived.
The battle between cavalry and infantry is a complete crushing.
Some French soldiers have finished filling their gunpowder and bullets are flying.
During this battle, the soldiers around Nashadir fell one after another.
But this did not affect the fighting spirit of Nashadir's troops, and their attack would only become more fierce.
More than three hundred French soldiers fought against more than one hundred Nashadir.
In the end, the battle ended with the defeat of the French soldiers. Ika couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the result of the battle.
He didn't expect this result at all.
"General, leave quickly, Nashadir will come in if you don't leave!"
Ika stopped talking nonsense this time. The battle didn't even last ten minutes before Nashadir won.
Now there is only one sentence in Ika's mind: Run away, run away quickly!
If he didn't run away, he would have no chance at all.
Just as Ika was running away in a hurry, the door to his office was suddenly broken open.
He looked at the bloody man standing at the door.
His face was full of horror.
"Nashadir!"
The blood on Nashadir's mouth made his smile look particularly ferocious.
"Ika, we met again. I warned you before, but you never took my warning to heart."
Ika held an exquisite musket in his hand, but when he saw Nashadir, he remembered the scene where he was endangered before.
He didn't even have the courage to pull the trigger.
Because he knew that if he pulled the trigger, the outcome would not change. He would already be captured by Nashadir.
Not sure a bullet could kill this man.
"What do you want to do?"
"Do you know that by doing this you are declaring war with France? You will be punished when our French army arrives."
Nashadir chuckled, and his remaining men rushed in and tied up the defenseless Ika.
Nashadir said nonchalantly: "I don't care what you said. Even if I let you go, the French will still not let me go."
"They will still bully us Egypt."
"A perpetrator like you must pay the price!"
"You French people brutally killed our Egyptian chiefs and forced our Egyptian tribes to gather young people to fight for you."
"This is the crime you committed."
"Admit it!"
Faced with such questioning, Ika's eyes widened. France did ask those tribes to summon young people, but they never killed those chiefs.
At least that's what Ika knew.
But in an instant, Ika understood what was going on.
He just wanted to frame Ika and France.
So as to arouse the hatred of the entire Egyptian tribes against France and make those Egyptian tribes rebel.
Let the French colonial area fall into civil strife!
"you……"
Before he finished speaking, Nashadir told Ika that it didn't matter what the truth was to him.
It doesn't matter whether those chiefs were killed by the French. What's important is that the masses believe that the tribes believe in the chiefs they admire most.
Now he died at the hands of the French, and that was enough.
