At this time, Egypt.
Nashadir returned to the Wahhara tribe.
Henry gave him a warm hug.
"Nashadir, from today on you will be our hero in Egypt."
Nashadir smiled and shook his head: "Henry, you know why I came to you this time."
He turned around and looked at the people of the Wahhara tribe.
Everyone shouted in unison: "For Egypt, to drive the French out!"
Nashadir looked at Henry and greeted him.
Henry had already agreed to Nashadir's request. The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, he picked up the riding crop and patted Nashadir on the shoulder: "Why not? Brother!"
There was a loud cheer among the Wahala tribe!
They will follow the warriors they recognize in their hearts and raise their butcher's knives towards those hateful French people.
Drive out those nasty colonists!
But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.
"You are going to fight the French army, I don't agree!"
Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Uh-huh!
Everyone nodded, and their expressions changed drastically as they looked over.
The air fell into silence, and it was as if the noise just now had never happened.
They looked at the man nervously.
Every time he got closer, it was like a mountain hanging in mid-air, above their heads, about to fall.
Nashadir frowned and asked Henry: "Who is this person?"
Henry said as if facing a formidable enemy: "He is the commander of our tribe, second only to the commander of our tribe."
Commander Alexander came over, glanced at Henry, and then glanced at Nashadir beside him.
He moved slightly and walked towards Nashadir. Henry's hand was already holding the handle of the knife, because in his opinion, the leader had been betrayed by the tribe.
The only people who were unwilling to fight France were the wives who loved their husbands and the children who were afraid of losing their fathers.
The men of other Wahala tribes are all warriors and warriors.
They have long been intolerable to the French!
Especially now that news has broken out that the chief of their tribe may have died at the hands of the French.
This is absolutely intolerable to them.
The commander stretched out his hand and gently stroked the big black horse: "Black horse, I didn't expect you to become someone else's rider now."
The big black horse is one of his favorite horses, but the big black horse is too fierce.
The leader did not tame it.
The commander looked at Nashadir: "Have you tamed it?"
Nashadir nodded without speaking.
The commander smiled and said: "You are a good warrior. You can even tame a big black horse."
He reluctantly took his hand away and turned to face Nashadir.
"But you shouldn't take people from our tribe to fight the French!"
"You are ruining our tribe. As the leader of this tribe, I will never let you do such a thing!"
Everyone was silent.
Nashadir sneered again and again.
Henry looked gloomy.
The commander glanced at them, faced everyone, and shouted in a low voice: "I'm afraid you still don't know who Nashadir is. To tell you the truth, he is from Longyan!"
"General of Long Yan!"
"Now the Dragon Flame is also attacking the French. He is here to incite you to fight against the French. He just wants his dog, the Dragon Flame, to be rewarded by his master."
Everyone was in an uproar and looked at Nashadir in shock.
Henry had received reminders from Nashadir before and was not too surprised.
Nashadir said nothing.
The commander snorted coldly, stared at Nashadir, and said in a deep voice: "Long Yan is now at war with the French, but he also wants us to contribute?"
"What will we get? We will drive away the French and let the Long Yan people come to rule. Our lives will not change in any way."
"It's just that the French have been replaced by the Dragon Flames, and we have to pay for this war."
"It is simply ridiculous that the warriors of our tribe not only have to sacrifice their lives, but also think that they are fighting for their noble beliefs."
Everyone collapsed for a while. They looked at Nashadir, eager to know the answer from this man's mouth.
An answer that would convince them.
They did not believe that Nashadir, who they trusted and fought for Egypt, was a subordinate of the Dragon Flame people.
They didn't believe that they were resisting the French. In the end, they were manipulated by the Longyan people, and they even ended up making wedding clothes for the Longyan people.
They looked at the silent Nashadir.
He sneered, stared at the commander, and said calmly: "I cooperate with the Long Yan people, and even have an army supported by the Long Yan people."
"My title of general was also conferred by the Dragon Flame people."
Everyone felt like a bolt from the blue and felt that the whole world was collapsing.
"Why Nashadir? You are our hero in Egypt."
Nashadir glanced at everyone and said in a deep voice: "Do you think that if we don't rely on the Dragon Flame people or other countries, can our current power in Egypt really restore Egypt?"
"Tribal fighting, technological backwardness, Cairo, once the proudest city in Egypt, fell into the hands of the British and the Longyan people."
"Some people who call themselves warriors can't even resist!"
"Under such circumstances, how can we Arabs alone restore our country?"
"What can we rely on to restore the country?"
"Relying on imagination?"
"The Longyan people help us, they are just cooperating with us, but the French will plunder our people and our wives!"
"Among these choices, which one do you choose, cooperation or enslavement?"
"To tell you the truth, the Long Yan people's troops are here to help us regain the territory of Egypt, not to colonize it. You should know the difference between the two."
"Driving the French out is our goal in Egypt. Henry has long known that I am Long Yan's general. You can do whatever you want."
"Those who want to fight the French with me should leave now, Egypt needs us!"
Nashadir flew on his horse and ignored them.
The choice was theirs, and Nashadir rode away.
Henry glanced at the people who were mounting their horses and leaving, leaving only one sentence: "Commander, I have known the identity of Nashadir for a long time. He is an Arab and wants to regain Egypt. This is enough."
After saying this, he rode away and everyone looked at him.
There was hesitation, but in the end everyone made their choice. Some warriors from the Wahala tribe followed Henry and Nashadir in order to drive the French out.
Others felt that the Longyan people were just using them, so they stayed.
The commander saw that not everyone left with Nashadir, and smiled coldly. They looked at those who did not leave, and they did have other things in mind.
No matter what, the task assigned to him by the French was achieved.
