Chapter 1526: Sieging the City from the Ground

"Why not?"

The faces of the group were filled with confusion; in their view, a siege was a good choice.

Now that the French supply routes were all blocked, if they laid siege, this large French Port city would definitely not be able to hold out for long.

When the time came to launch a full-scale attack, the French Army would be weak, and they could take advantage of their illness to claim their lives!

"How long do you think Britain can hold out?" Nashadier asked the fatal question.

In Africa, the French colonies were far more powerful than those of Britain.

Moreover, most of the supplies for the French in America had to be transported through the port city in Egypt.

Now that the roads were blocked, it was estimated that the colonies had already sensed something was wrong and would soon send troops to support them.

At that time, Nashadier's troops would be in a very passive position.

They were only cooperating with Britain, but Nashadier was not sure when that bastard Dike would stab him in the back.

"The time left to us is perhaps only one week; we must quickly take this port city."

The group fell silent; in this way, there were not many choices left for them.

"The only Method now is a frontal assault," a general sighed.

Nashadier did not have any good ideas either; at this moment, he looked at the terrain and topography of this port city.

He saw the low-lying land on the west side.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck him, and he asked: "Has anyone seen what the western city wall looks like?"

The group was stunned, not knowing why Nashadier asked this.

They were somewhat bewildered.

"Reporting to the General, I have seen it," a voice sounded at this moment.

Nashadier looked at him and asked eagerly: "Is the area under the city wall there all giant stones?"

That person thought for a moment and nodded: "Yes, but those giant stones are of a different material than the city wall."

Hearing this, Nashadier muttered to himself: "So it is, so it is. Jiang Xuan, even when you aren't here, you can still help me."

Just a moment ago, he suddenly remembered the construction methods of the Longyan in mountainous areas that Jiang Xuan had mentioned to him.

To build a city in a place with uneven terrain, the Longyan people had to find a way to make the terrain level. The Longyan generally used giant stones, but this would cause the foundation of the entire city to be different, resulting in structural discrepancies.

The group looked at Nashadier with suspicion.

"General, do you have a Method to break the city?"

Nashadier nodded confidently and said calmly: "This city can be broken."

The group was stunned as they watched Nashadier's finger land on the low-lying land on the west side, and he said in a deep voice: "Design an ambush here to ambush the defeated troops of Sashaer once more!"

"Other troops, attack from the east and south directions. No matter which direction you attack from, once you reach the base of the city wall, the primary task is to dig a tunnel!"

"Dig a tunnel?" The group was puzzled.

They had never heard of this tactic.

Nashadier smiled mysteriously and said calmly: "This is a tactic recorded in ancient Longyan books."

"It is to dig a hole under the city wall under the cover of war chariots and store a massive amount of explosives..."

Nashadier did not continue speaking, but instead made an explosion gesture.

"Boom!"

Everyone understood what would happen when a massive amount of explosives detonated.

Nashadier revealed a smile, and the other generals also laughed.

They were not short of explosives.

Just imagine, when a massive amount of explosives is buried under the city wall and detonates with a roar, would this city wall not collapse due to the vibrations generated by the explosion?

It would collapse with a roar.

"I have to admire the wisdom of the Longyan people," Nashadier exclaimed.

The difficult problems they encountered had already been answered by the Longyan people hundreds of years ago.

The group also praised one after another; the wisdom of the ancient

Longyan people was still not outdated.

And at this moment, on another battlefield in Egypt.

The British Army had already occupied a key town on the French transport line.

Although this town was not large, it was in a country like Egypt, where over seventy percent was desert.

It was a rare city built in the desert.

It was also the only place to stay within a radius of several hundred miles.

The French Army attached great importance to this place, but now, suffering from a lack of sufficient troops, the garrison in this town was not that large.

There were only a meager ten thousand men.

Dike led thirty thousand British troops to arrive; the battle did not last long before the French troops were already defeated and retreated.

According to the agreement, Dike led his army to station and stay here, quietly waiting for the news of victory from Nashadier.

But this also brought him no small amount of trouble.

Dike looked through his Telescope at the French troops galloping in the desert.

That French troop he had beaten away had brought reinforcements and killed their way back again.

Dike frowned and cursed under his breath, wondering why he had agreed to cooperate with the Longyan people in the first place.

He had held his ground here for three days and had repelled the enemy for the sixth time!

Those French people attacked as if they were tireless.

"Attack!" Dike shouted coldly.

The Britain army immediately surged out from the small town.

Located in the desert Gobi, there were no city walls built, nor any dangerous terrain to hold.

Everything relied on the army employing tactics in battle.

On Huangsha Slope, the French Cavalry charged.

The Britain army met the attack, charging into the fray against Huangsha Slope.

Gunshots rang out everywhere.

The two-hundred-year-old feud between Britain and France unfolded in this expanse of yellow sand.

The French Cavalry were even more valiant; at this moment, they erupted with astonishing combat quality.

However, the Britain soldiers had weapons in their hands that were far superior to those of the French Cavalry, plus they had the advantage in numbers.

Under the first wave of the charge, Britain held a slight advantage.

Dike watched the battlefield and shouted coldly, "Musket Team, fire!"

After the charge, the Britain Musket Team quickly formed ranks, raised their muskets, and fired.

As for the French Army, they were not equipped with a Musket Team; for them at present, muskets were simply too rare.

They only had cavalry.

Their cavalry should have been able to charge through a hail of bullets without fearing these Musket Teams at all.

But after one wave of charging, the French Cavalry were just about to turn their horses around to continue fighting the Britain cavalry.

Just at this moment, the Britain Musket Team launched a shameless sneak attack from a distance of one hundred meters.

Countless French Cavalry fell in response to the sound.

Very quickly, under this coordination, Dike drove off a wave of French Cavalry.

His Cavalry were pursuing the victory!

He lit a cigar, just about to enjoy the pleasure of victory.

But at this very moment, the dark clouds shifted, and a gale began to blow.

The scene before his eyes instantly turned dim.

Dike immediately realized something was wrong; based on his years of experience living in the desert...

"Oh no, it's a sandstorm!"

One of the most terrifying weather events in the desert, Dike immediately ordered: "Retreat, retreat!"

But before he could finish his words, yellow sand suddenly filled the sky.

The sky was covered in dark clouds, and Dike felt the wind blowing across his face as if knives were cutting into it.

A dark yellow whirlwind reaching the sky formed, and countless War Horse and soldiers were submerged in the whirlwind; seeing this scene, Dike fell into despair...