Chapter 1513: Pursuing the Victory

Once the plan was formulated, Sashaer announced that it would be executed immediately.

The Military Department Minister was given full authority over this campaign.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield, Nashadier frowned deeply.

He had considered the sturdiness of the French Port, but he had not expected it to be so solid that even the Longyan Siege Cannon could do nothing against it.

The cannonballs for the Longyan Siege Cannon are quite special; ordinary cannonballs cause damage by exploding and scattering shrapnel.

But the Longyan Siege Cannon is not like that; the siege cannon uses ultra-high chamber pressure to launch the projectile, and this type of cannonball has great force and weight.

It crashes into the city wall and shatters it.

However, the walls of this French Port were actually ten meters thick, and the cannonballs, when fired at them, could not have the slightest effect.

"Are these French using the same giant stones used to build the pyramids to build their city walls!"

Nashadier slammed the table in anger, rubbing his forehead; if the siege cannon had no effect, then only a direct assault would work.

But a direct assault would cause too many casualties, and those Artillery Towers would be obstacles on their path of advance.

Just then, a frontline messenger sent word: "Report, General, Sashaer is launching a surprise attack and is sixty miles from our position!"

Upon hearing this news, Nashadier was stunned for a moment, his brow furrowing deeply.

Why would Sashaer launch an attack at this time? If he continued to hold out, relying on the advantage of the city walls and Artillery Towers,

it would be uncertain who would win this Protracted War.

Why was he suddenly sending out troops now?

"Scout again!" Nashadier ordered calmly.

Nashadier looked at the map on the table, then took out a map of Egypt, his brow furrowed.

He looked at what might happen on it.

Suddenly, he discovered a problem: the French territory in Egypt was getting smaller and smaller, and aside from the ports they could not abandon and cities on important transport lines,

he basically saw no other French cities in Egypt.

A flash of insight suddenly crossed his mind, and he looked at another map.

That map recorded the recent changes in Egyptian colonies and what special resources were in these colonies.

Nashadier suddenly realized: "The French absolutely cannot afford to fight a Protracted War in this conflict!"

Nashadier gave a cold smile; the French were being driven to desperation.

Now that the French Port city had been completely surrounded by them, their connections had been thoroughly severed, which was equivalent to cutting off their transport lines.

This was merely one port city.

The most important thing in a Protracted War is supplies—food, firearms, ammunition, and siege equipment—all of which are consumable items.

But their cities had no way to replenish them in time.

If they could not achieve a quick victory, they would undoubtedly lose this war.

Nashadier summoned the messenger and said coldly: "Pass on my order: the Cavalry is to prepare for an attack; I will completely destroy the French forces on this plain!"

"Yes!"

Immediately after, another messenger came in to report: "The enemy is forty miles away!"

"Scout again!" Nashadier said coldly.

Other officials frowned slightly; forty miles was a distance that was neither long nor short, and the French Cavalry was also quite formidable.

At this distance, they would arrive very quickly.

Not long after, the messenger came in again: "Report, the enemy is only thirty miles from our position!"

Sashaer lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "Scout again!"

Hearing this, the generals nearby could no longer sit still.

"General, our camp cannot withstand a charge from the French Cavalry!"

"Thirty miles—at the speed of the French Cavalry, they will be here in an instant."

Sashaer did not even lift his eyelids and said indifferently: "It is fine."

Just then, another messenger rushed into the camp in a flurry, his face unable to hide his terror: "General, the enemy is less than twenty miles away from us."

The others gasped; twenty miles away, the French forces would soon be at their gates.

Any closer, and there would be no room for the Cavalry to charge!

"General, we cannot wait any longer!"

Nashadier remained with his eyes closed to rest his mind and said indifferently: "Wait a little longer."

Wait longer? Wait for what!

If they continued to wait, the French Cavalry would charge in, and their camp would have no room for maneuver left.

"Call me at ten miles."

Nashadier said indifferently.

This...

Everyone's heart sank; ten miles was almost the edge of the life-and-death line.

The French Cavalry would arrive in an instant.

"General!"

Nashadier remained silent, and everyone stomped their feet in anxiety.

"Report, the French Cavalry is less than ten miles away, please give the order, General!"

Everyone looked in unison at Nashadier, who was resting with his eyes closed; he opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing through them, and said coldly: "Artillery, provide cover! Cavalry, attack!"

"Yes!"

Everyone shouted in unison.

Nashadier's Cavalry filed out, charging toward the French Cavalry.

Because the distance was not too far, Nashadier's Cannon had already reached the front line long ago.

Suddenly, a unified roar of artillery fire, under the charge of Nashadier, crashed into the French troops.

The Cannon exploded violently, and the French Cavalry suffered a setback.

Countless dead and wounded!

Countless cavalry from both sides charged, locked in a chaotic melee under the cover of the Dragon Flame Cannon.

The French troops who had penetrated the front line were slaughtered, with men and horses overturned.

Seeing that things were going poorly, the French troops blew the signal and turned to retreat.

The mission was originally just a feint, but now it seemed they had suffered huge losses in this feint.

Nashadier's Cavalry truly lived up to the name Wolf Cavalry; on the battlefield, they were like wolves tearing through the fray.

Countless soldiers died miserably at the hands of Nashadier's Cavalry.

"Although this was a combat mission, if a real fight broke out, I fear the speed of our defeat would not be too slow," a French Cavalry general sighed incessantly after seeing the situation collapse at the first touch.

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

The order to retreat rang throughout the entire battlefield, and the French Cavalry immediately withdrew, only to discover that they had been locked onto by Nashadier's troops.

In the process of retreating, countless men were killed in action.

The French general's eyes twitched when he saw this scene.

"Follow me to carve out a bloody path!"

He gave a cold shout, his War Horse galloping past, and with the momentum of the charge, he instantly knocked a Nashadier soldier off his horse with the Long Spear in his hand.

The others followed closely behind, charging fiercely.

Seeing this, the other French Soldier units launched their own charges, intent on carving out a bloody path.

But the Nashadier Cavalry general sneered, and a sharp, piercing whistle echoed across the battlefield.

Nashadier's troops changed formation to encircle and intercept them.

After the French left behind countless skeletons of their soldiers, a squad of French Cavalry finally carved out a bloody path.

They rode off into the distance.

Seeing this, Nashadier stood on the city wall watching the French rout, and he believed the time had come.

The French Cavalry had been crippled; it was time to lay siege!

"Pass on my order: the main army is to set out and lay siege!"