French Command.
Dawn's command room!
"General, urgent report from the front, the troops we sent to retake the granary were attacked by Nashadir, and the commander died in the line of duty..."
Dawn was slightly startled when she heard the news.
That was an army of 10,000 men, and they carried France's top weapons.
Even with the French Cavalry, Dawn just wanted a quick victory.
"How is it possible? Our troops have powerful equipment. Even in terms of military strength, they should be higher than those Egyptian miscellaneous troops."
The soldiers who came to report the incident replied based on feedback from the frontline battles: "Nashadir doesn't know what method he used to make the ground explode."
"The dust raised temporarily blocked the view of our troops. The Egyptian troops took advantage of this moment to launch an attack with us."
"Our troops suffered heavy casualties."
"However, the commander responded promptly and adjusted the formation."
"Nashadir's army also has cavalry, and our cavalry can restrain their cavalry."
"After the dust clears, our troops will launch an attack..."
After hearing the soldier's description, Dawn had already imagined the intensity of that battle in his mind.
He said in a deep voice: "Your battle line has been stretched too long. Nashadir also ambushed a cavalry unit. At this time, they raided you, and the commander also died in the raid."
The soldier looked at Dawn blankly, and after a long while he said: "General, what you said is correct."
Dawn took a deep breath, exhaled it slowly, and sighed: "This battle has always been led by Nashadir."
He walked to the map and looked at the fallen areas of the French Colony, where Socra and the surrounding tribes formed an alliance.
The Wahara tribe and surrounding tribes also fell.
The nails and granaries placed among this tribe are now also occupied by Egyptian troops, and their sphere of influence is expanding.
Now the Egyptian tribes have been united under the leadership of Nashadir.
Dawn realized that this war would be a protracted one, although the Egyptian troops were small and weak.
But because of the existence of Nashadir, these seemingly loose Arab tribes are uniting.
Dawn chuckled, the best way to break this situation was to destroy it from within.
"The commander who rules Valhalla, tell him that he can start taking action!"
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On the other side, Nashadir took lightly the casualties of this war. They lost nearly half of their troops, and the blood of more than 3,000 people was spilled on this land.
But in exchange for their sacrifice, these days, the remaining French troops did not dare to attack.
This buys them valuable time.
This time they captured French army weapons and equipment, 300 muskets, thousands of spears, four artillery pieces, as well as countless cannonballs and black powder.
For them who lack weapons and equipment, this harvest can be said to be very rich.
But the next battle will be more brutal. They have insufficient troops and no ability to make weapons.
This is not because these tribes in Egypt did not master artillery, explosives, and forging technology.
But because of the restrictions of the French, they had no way to manufacture these things, and important minerals such as iron ore and saltpeter were not in the hands of the Egyptians themselves.
If they want to agree to this war, they must obtain an arsenal and the corresponding mineral veins.
Now that the French can mobilize 10,000 troops to attack them, it means that the war between France and Britain is over.
The three iron ore veins and saltpeter mines close to the French tribe should also have been recovered.
They can get raw materials from there, but they lack an arsenal.
At this time, Sean walked in with a gloomy look. Ever since the blocking battle, Sean had not shown a smile on his face.
Nashadir glanced at him and then looked at the map.
Sean said in a deep voice: "I have settled the fallen soldiers. Although we won, our morale has not improved."
"Some people even tremble at the sight of muskets and feel fear."
Nashadir said calmly without looking at them: "This is shell shock. They are afraid of war. This is normal. No one would want this war if possible."
Sean frowned and asked, "What should we do?"
"These people are our soldiers. If they leave, our military strength will be reduced a lot."
Nashadir then raised his head and looked at Sean, thinking for a while: "Wait a moment."
He turned around and took out a notebook from his bookshelf and threw it in front of Sean.
Sean looked at the notebook that had been covered with a layer of dust. It must have not been opened for a long time, and wondered: "What is this?"
Nashadir said: "This is something I learned from someone from Long Yan. After I came here, I recorded it. You can take a look. It should be of great help to you. .”
Sean picked up the notebook, opened it, and looked at something like a ghost drawing on it.
It was marked at the back that this was an offensive formation, but Sean couldn't understand it at all.
He continued to flip back and finally found the shellshock syndrome Nashadir mentioned, which had clear records on it.
There are also ways to cope.
Sean was fascinated and murmured: "The so-called shell shock is a psychological disease caused by fear of war. It will make soldiers lose their ability to fight, and they will panic about war."
"Until now, the way other troops have solved shellshock is to use drugs, and the results are real."
"Longyan soldiers seem to have a unique way of dealing with shellshock. Their soldiers rarely leave the army because of shellshock."
"Long Yan soldiers will cheer each other up and build trust with their comrades to offset the occurrence of shell shock."
Seeing this, Sean closed his note and began to think deeply.
In a few simple sentences, we have introduced how to solve this problem.
But Sean couldn't think of a good way.
After two battles, many soldiers now suffer from very severe shell shock. If this continues, their soldiers will lose their fighting spirit.
Now their troops are stretched thin. If this happens now, it will be the worst case scenario.
He had to solve this problem as soon as possible.
Sean glanced at Nashadir who was staring at the map and showed no intention of helping. He read silently twice more and decided to find some soldiers for training.
After all, practice brings true knowledge.
Sean left quickly, and when he reached the door, Nashadir said calmly: "Take this notebook with you."
Sean took a look at the notes recorded by Nashadir. What was recorded in them was very precious knowledge. Their two armies had not yet merged.
Sean watched Nashadir remain silent for a few seconds, and finally came over with a note, his body slightly bent to express his gratitude.
