Chapter 1257: Strange Troops, Strange Effects

"Hahahaha, look, as long as we unite and cooperate, these ugly Longyan are nothing but a pushover!"

On the warships.

Luojinsi and Hans were already impatient to start the party.

The Royal Navy and the British Army, as long as they put aside their mutual prejudices, possessed quite astonishing combat power.

Hans chuckled, "As long as the General can fulfill your promises, then we are one family!"

"Hahahaha!"

A sharp glint flashed in Luojinsi's eyes.

Aren't they just some Weaponry and Equipment?

He could afford it! He could afford to give them away!

Luojinsi himself was born a Noble of Britain, and his family background was very deep.

He was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Ever since he entered the Royal Navy, what he had always wanted was honor, glory!

As long as there was glory, he would spare no expense, even if it meant throwing money at it!

Especially after suffering a crushing defeat in Australia last time, he had nearly faced a military tribunal. If he hadn't used money to plug many people's mouths, he would have been in prison long ago.

How could he still be serving as his General?

Therefore.

He was determined to wash away his past shame!

Suez was the best opportunity!

For the sake of this victory, he was willing to pay any amount of money!

Once this attack was launched, they had been winning every battle, sweeping through everything like a hot knife through butter.

The glory of the Empire on which the sun never sets seemed to have returned.

However, to be honest, although the Longyan were rising in the East, Britain was still Britain. Britain was the second country in the world to start the Industrial Revolution, and not only did it follow closely behind the Longyan, it even had the momentum to catch up and surpass them.

Therefore, Britain's steel, Weaponry and Equipment, and military industrial products were just as advanced.

This time.

Luojinsi believed that he was bound to win.

Jiang Xuan also followed his one thousand brothers and dived into the water.

Everything was done in silence.

These one thousand men had been following Jiang Xuan all along; they were the Dark Night Legion, the true elite among the elite.

Trained in Liangzhou, tempered in Central Asia.

They were already the truly top-tier combat machines in this world.

On the ships above, the Cannon were still bombarding continuously.

The British soldiers were still running back and forth.

Under the water, Jiang Xuan gave a cold smile.

He waved his hand.

A chirping sound rang out in the air.

One thousand Dark Night members acted simultaneously.

The tools in their hands for boring holes in ships were produced in Yintan City, with guaranteed quality.

Bang, bang, bang!

Bang, bang, bang!

Once they struck, they were sure to make holes!

"What is going on?"

The wine glass in Luojinsi's hand began to shake along with the ship.

Following that, the entire ship began to pitch violently.

"The ship is leaking!"

"Water is coming in!"

The crew members shouted one after another.

"What?"

Luojinsi had simply not defended against this move.

"Attack!"

"Find them and beat them to death for me!"

These Longyan were simply too despicable!

The British army had never expected such a situation, so they were unprepared, and in the initial phase, nearly a hundred ships sank.

However, after completing their ship-boring mission, the brothers of the Dark Night Legion quickly vanished into the water!

This scene was something no one had anticipated.

Dozens of ships began to sink into the water at the same time.

The troops on the ships were in total chaos.

"Damn it!"

Luojinsi and

Hans, having no heart left to drink any wine, roared as they ran out.

Despicable!

Shameless!

Insidious!

Aside from these words, they did not know what else to say.

"Retreat!"

"Withdraw!"

"All ships, withdraw to the shore!"

Although unwilling, Luojinsi and Hans could only issue the order.

Although the Suez Canal was not a great river, many in the British army were landlubbers who could not swim; once in the water, many drowned directly to feed the fish.

Therefore, they could only retreat.

But with this retreat of his, the British Soldiers on the shore panicked; with their path of retreat cut off, how could this battle still be fought?

Watching the fleet in the distance behind them, the British Soldiers commander who had already successfully landed surrendered decisively.

The battle was in full swing, and suddenly they raised a white flag!

This baffling maneuver left Nashadier stunned; his soldiers were almost being unilaterally slaughtered and looked like they could not hold on any longer, yet the opponent surrendered?

Although shocked, it quickly turned into wild joy.

He had captured over ten thousand of the powerful British Soldiers; from now on, who would dare not show him respect?

This battle also left Luojinsi and Hans bewildered.

Clearly their own troop strength had the advantage, so why did it turn out like this?

What they did not know was that the Longyan of today was already far ahead of them on the path of prioritizing quality over quantity in troops.

"Fantastic!"

"Hahahaha, keep attacking!"

"Fight until they kneel!"

Nashadier finally vented his pent-up anger.

However, before they could think of revenge, the British Soldiers who had been "cut off" in the middle here had already surrendered one after another.

This made Nashadier very unhappy.

Surrendering was a tradition of the British army.

The British army was completely different from the Longyan army.

The Longyan army prided itself on dying on the battlefield and being wrapped in horse hides, but the gentlemen of Britain simply regarded being a soldier and fighting as a profession.

In their eyes, personal interests were greater than national interests; they knew clearly that with their retreat cut off, no matter how well they could fight, they were no match for the Sudanese Army here. Fighting on meant certain death, while surrendering meant survival. They could not commit such a "stupid act" as dying when they could not win.

The gentlemen of Britain knew this logic well, which was why Hans could so decisively "sell out his teammates."

The first day of battle ended in such a miraculous way.

The battle was still very tragic.

The Sudanese Army under Nashadier lost over twelve thousand men, while the number of British dead, excluding the over seventeen thousand surrendered soldiers, also reached eight thousand, including those killed in action and those who drowned.

In this battle, the Sudanese Army side achieved victory, but looking at the overall situation, they were still at a huge disadvantage.

Now, the Sudanese Army under Nashadier was left with only over thirty thousand, while Britain still had an army of one hundred and eighty thousand.

Initially, the ratio of troops between the two sides was one to four; now, it had become one to six.

The gap grew wider as they fought.

Nashadier could recruit locally, but forcibly conscripted soldiers had no combat effectiveness!

First of all, Nashadier did not have enough firearms in his hands; most of the new soldiers would have to use bows and arrows, but Crossbow required training. If they went to the battlefield hastily without practice, hitting one target in ten shots would be considered good.

Secondly, before the British army attacked, they would inevitably use artillery to cover their positions. The thunderous Cannonball exploding nearby was a huge shock to both the mind and body; even veterans might not be unscathed, let alone these green recruits.

Finally, and most crucially, their small number of men could not stop them.

The British Canal fleet and the two sides engaging in hand-to-hand combat on the positions was something that would inevitably happen. White blades in, red blades out—this was an even more stimulating visual impact. If these new recruits could not bear it and turned to flee, the panic would spread from one to ten, and the battlefield would collapse at a single touch.

Nashadier proposed conscription, but it was quickly vetoed by Jiang Xuan.

Although the Sudanese Army's combat power was weak, they could barely hold on in their positions; if a group of commoners were really added to the battlefield, that would be digging their own graves.

The situation was critical, but there was also good news.

The good news was that they had captured eighteen thousand British Soldiers!

This was a huge morale booster!

Originally, these Sudanese soldiers feared the British army to their bones, but these captives made them realize that British soldiers were also human; they were also afraid of death. As long as they fought them to the death, their legs would tremble too.

With morale, there was a possibility of fighting on!

Jiang Xuan was telling Nashadier about the combat belief of "the determination to charge, with death and no life," but Nashadier could not listen at all.

He had struggled his whole life just for wealth and status; after so many years, he had saved up quite a lot of assets. If he died, what would happen to the money?

He already had the idea of surrendering now.

If he could not hold on in the end, he would choose to surrender. He knew Britain quite well; the number of British troops was also limited, and they were carrying out colonial rule, which also required the cooperation of local armed forces. If he was willing to be their watchdog, even if he lost the power to have the final say, keeping his life and his wealth and status would still be no problem.

Looking at Nashadier's distracted appearance, Jiang Xuan mostly guessed his thoughts.

This old fellow was also a fence-sitter; he would fight if he could win, and surrender if he could not. He really had no integrity as a soldier at all.

Although he disliked him, Jiang Xuan really needed him; Jiang Xuan had to think of a Method to make him persist to the end.

As long as Nashadier was made to stand completely on the opposite side of the British, it would work, but what exactly should be done?

Kill the captives?

Pit-killing these eighteen thousand plus British Soldiers and insulting Britain would completely ignite the anger of the British, which would cut off Nashadier's retreat and force him to obediently follow him in resistance.

But this was truly too cruel; even if the goal could be achieved, he would not be able to withstand the condemnation of his conscience and public opinion.

He is not Ling Chen; although he also likes to fight, he does not like to engage in massacres, and furthermore, killing them would instead stir up a desire for revenge among the British, and if the enemy were to attack with full force, it might instead lead to the position being breached prematurely.

They cannot be killed, but they cannot be provided with good food and drink either; firstly, he cannot let Nashadier leave a good impression on the British army, and secondly, these eighteen thousand mouths are a strain to supply logistically.

He must think of a Method to let them put their remaining energy to use.

Soon, Jiang Xuan had an idea, which was to incorporate these British troops into the Sudanese Army under Nashadier!

In this way, the problem of insufficient manpower would be solved!

These British Soldiers are all veterans, so there is no need to doubt their combat effectiveness; with their addition, the defensive strength of the riverbank position would be directly elevated by a level!

Jiang Xuan proposed his idea to Nashadier, but Nashadier was very worried; after all, these people are all British, and if they were to defect on the front lines, wouldn't the position fall into chaos?

But Jiang Xuan had long since thought of a countermeasure.

As long as these British are made to wear the uniforms of Nashadier's troops and have their faces painted with pigment, everything will be fine. Pop-ups are frequent recently, you can click to download to avoid pop-ups.