Chapter 1529: The Siege Battle

Sashaer watched the battlefield; the current situation clearly showed their French troops held the upper hand.

Although Nashadier's troops had formed a Circular Formation.

The defensive formation was extremely difficult to attack.

But now their troops had cut apart Nashadier's forces, and Nashadier's troop strength was not superior to begin with.

The troops, once torn apart, suffered even more severe losses.

Some of the small Circular Formations of Nashadier's troops were rapidly disappearing.

It was obvious that they held the upper hand.

"Minister, the current battlefield advantage is that we hold the upper hand."

The Military Department Minister chuckled, said nothing more, and instead left silently.

There was no need to continue watching this city defense battle; the Military Department Minister already fully understood what the outcome would be.

The French troops had loose discipline and were not nearly as strictly disciplined as Nashadier's troops.

This resulted in their French formation being completely vulnerable.

But as the Military Department Minister of France stationed in Egypt, he did not wish to lose this battle and had to make preparations as soon as possible to prevent Nashadier's troops from scaling the city walls.

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On the battlefield, the situation reversed bit by bit.

The small defensive Circular Formations of Nashadier's troops were rapidly disappearing.

But they were not being wiped out by the French troops.

It was because Nashadier's troops were merging these small units.

Sashaer observed this scene, his eyes filled with disbelief; he saw the legions wearing the insignia of Nashadier's troops growing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Soon, they formed a Square Formation, only this time the Square Formation was different.

It was larger.

It also split into more Square Formations, and the formation they set up still cut and divided the French troops.

The French troops were not like Nashadier's troops; after being split into small groups.

These soldiers fell into a state of confusion.

They had no idea how to break out!

"Damn it!"

Sashaer clenched his fists tightly and hammered the city wall, yet because of his rage, he did not feel a shred of pain, his face struggling as he looked down at the city.

The formation Nashadier set up was like a maze that could change.

He used the remaining Shield Armored Infantry as the walls of the maze, shifting everywhere to cut apart the French troops.

At the same time, the Spear Infantry behind these Shield Infantry suddenly attacked.

Ruthlessly reaping lives.

Now the French troops were effectively surrounded by enemies on all sides, yet they had no way to attack.

The defensive power of Nashadier's Shield Infantry was simply astonishing; the material of the massive shields was unknown, but the Long Spears had no way to break through them.

And in such a space, even a charge by War Horses was extremely difficult.

If this continued, the French troops would be wiped out by this mysterious and unpredictable formation of Nashadier's.

Nashadier sneered at the scene within the formation.

He said to himself inwardly: "The Dragon Flame Formation that Jiang Xuan told me about is truly useful!"

Once the French troops within the formation were wiped out and they reached the base of the city wall, there would be no more problems.

"Pass on my order: attack with full force, leave no one alive."

Nashadier's Strategist suddenly said: "General, if there are no French troops, then their now-vacant artillery batteries will definitely launch an offensive against us."

Hearing this, Nashadier looked at the Strategist without any emotion.

He said indifferently: "Do you think they wouldn't do that now?"

The Strategist wanted to retort, but suddenly a heaven-shaking explosion came from the battlefield.

The Strategist was stunned, and immediately saw fire and smoke rising across the battlefield.

He hurriedly looked through his Telescope; on the battlefield, he

and their troops and the French troops were all suffering from artillery fire.

Countless French soldiers lost their lives under their own artillery fire.

The Strategist's face stiffened, and he immediately looked at Sashaer, seeing him on the city wall, hysterical and roaring crazily, disregarding the lives of the soldiers on the front line.

Although he could not hear the content of the roaring from here.

But the Strategist knew very well what he would say!

Nashadier said indifferently: "Benevolence does not command troops."

Regarding this tragedy of mutual slaughter, Nashadier only had a four-character evaluation, but at this moment, the Strategist thought it was absolutely correct.

Benevolence does not command troops.

Indeed, it was correct; analyzing the current situation, using artillery to blast open their formation was the simplest and most effective Method.

The Strategist took a deep breath, retreated silently, and said nothing.

But at this moment, the situation on the battlefield had undergone a new change.

Because Sashaer ordered the artillery strike, the momentum of Nashadier's troops' attack did indeed slow down.

But it had no great effect.

Although a gap had been torn in the formation of Nashadier's troops, the French army lost more than just a few soldiers.

Their morale had been dealt a blow.

Artillery fire directed at one's own men is something absolutely unacceptable.

Beliefs were shaken.

This unit would then be impossible to recover; their morale declined, and facing such a unit with declining morale.

The Nashadier troops showed not the slightest mercy and launched a ruthless massacre.

These French Soldier units, facing enemies on all sides and added to that their own side's indiscriminate artillery fire, were completely desperate in their hearts.

With almost no ability to resist, they allowed the Nashadier troops to slaughter them.

Very quickly, the Nashadier troops charged to the front of the artillery positions.

But they suffered heavy losses.

The Artillery and Assault Chariot, although they had already defeated the French Soldier units that came to rescue, the Artillery did not dare to fire their cannons.

Because the friendly forces were too close, if a Cannonball were fired, it would very easily injure comrades by mistake.

This resulted in only the French Soldier units attacking indiscriminately there.

Up to this point, the Nashadier troops had suffered heavy losses.

Finally, under the cover of the chariots, the troops finally killed their way to the base of the city wall.

Sashaer looked at the dense mass of Nashadier troops under the city wall, his face filled with a sense of defeat; he knew in his heart that the Great Trend had passed.

Although this city wall was incomparably sturdy, the battlefield had already cost them more than half their forces.

With Nashadier possessing an absolute advantage in troops, as long as they kept churning out soldiers to attack the city, this impregnable city would certainly be breached.

Defeated, defeated in a complete mess...

The color drained from Sashaer's face; as the French Spokesperson stationed in Egypt, he had never been as disheveled and miserable as he was today.

To actually be defeated by a dog of Longyan.

He was just about to order a retreat, to withdraw to other French Colonial Area, and wait for an opportunity...

Just at this moment, a deep voice suddenly rang out!

"Rolling logs, thunder stones, flaming oil, crossbowmen!"

Sashaer looked over and happened to see the cold, stern gaze of the Military Department Minister; he swept a glance and then shouted in a deep voice: "Absolutely must not let the troops of this dog Nashadier,

climb onto the city wall!"

"Yes!" The response of the French Soldier shook the sky.

Seeing this scene, Sashaer gave a miserable laugh, looked at the Military Department Minister in despair, and said with a bitter smile: "Minister, we have already lost..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Minister grabbed him by the collar, his eyes appearing to contain thunder; Sashaer looked into his eyes and his gaze immediately turned blank.

"The war is not over yet, we have not lost!"

"Do you understand!"