Chapter 1531: Horse-Face

A horse-face is a protrusion built into a city wall.

Its shape is slanted and long, looking very much like a horse's face, which is why it is called a horse-face.

The space between two horse-faces forms a "concave" shape, so no matter how the enemy attacks from the wall below, they will encounter an assault from three sides.

The damage received is also the greatest.

At this moment, some of Nashadier's troops are attacking upward along the horse-faces.

However, because the width of the horse-face is too small, soldiers climbing bamboo ladders are easily hit by rolling stones and logs; they have nowhere to retreat, and there is no Method to get enough men up to scale the wall.

Although Nashadier's troop strength is currently stronger than the French Army, in a siege, troop strength is what matters most.

After persisting for a long time, the battlefield has now reached a stalemate.

Nashadier's troops simply cannot break in, but the French troops should not think about repelling Nashadier's troops either.

Regarding this current state of stalemate, the Military Department Minister felt relieved.

The most important thing in a defensive siege is patience; it is a contest of attrition.

It is a matter of seeing who can outlast whom.

However, in terms of losses, the attacking side is definitely greater; as long as he holds out for one more day, the attacking side must pay several times the cost in strength compared to his own.

With the battlefield in a stalemate, the one who should be most worried is not him, but Nashadier.

At this moment, Nashadier watches the battlefield stuck in a stalemate, not panicking at all.

For him, this can even be considered good news.

The longer the stalemate on the battlefield lasts, the more favorable the situation is for him; the French Army will be exhausted from dealing with the attacks, thereby ignoring the troops digging tunnels right under the city wall.

To cover this unit, Nashadier has paid a huge sacrifice.

Countless warriors have perished in the siege.

But all of this is worth it; massive amounts of explosives are detonating at the base of the city wall, and even a city wall as thick as ten meters can only collapse.

When the tunnel is dug through, that will be the day the city is broken!

Thinking of this, a faint smile appears on the corner of Nashadier's mouth.

……

Meanwhile, at the stronghold held by the Britain army.

Yellow sand drifts everywhere; not a single building can be seen.

Let alone people.

A sandstorm sent Dike's garrison, along with the French troops, up to the heavens.

Not long after, a unit of French Cavalry arrived and saw the stronghold turned into yellow sand, their hearts filled with joy.

The leader of this cavalry unit immediately gave the order to provide aid to the French Port.

On the first day the Britain army launched a surprise attack on this stronghold, they already knew that the French Port must have been attacked.

This is the only external exit for the French Port.

Other routes are all within the Britain defense zone and cannot be passed.

At the same time, this is a major transportation hub, gathering a large number of troops.

If one wants to attack the French Port, this place must be taken, otherwise, one will be besieged by all the French troops in the Colonial Area of Africa.

Only by holding this place can no French Army provide support.

The French Cavalry immediately crossed the yellow sand to head toward the French Port; they had been intercepted here for more than ten days.

Departing from here, it is still a one-day journey to the French Port city.

They must march as quickly as possible.

This attack clearly looks premeditated; they do not know if the French Port has already changed hands, so they must be fast.

Not long after the French Cavalry left.

Amidst the drifting yellow sand, a *poof* sound!

The yellow sand rolled and kicked up a dust cloud, and within it was a figure; if the French Cavalry had investigated carefully, they would never have let him go—he is Dike!

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Dike walked out of the dust cloud from just a moment ago, looking at the direction the French troops had left, with only rolling yellow sand remaining.

Seeing the horse hoof prints gradually fading, he cursed loudly:

"Damn sandstorm, it scared the hell out of me!" Dike cursed loudly.

Then he looked at the entire town covered by yellow sand, unable to see a shadow of their thirty-thousand-strong army.

Dike gasped, his eyes blank for a few seconds.

The thirty-thousand-strong Britain army was completely wiped out because of a sandstorm, with only Dike surviving.

Dike remained silent.

He looked again in the direction the French troops had left, his expression dimming a little.

Now he has no idea how the siege battle is going for Nashadier, or if he has captured the port.

If not, then there is trouble.

The French Army will arrive before long.

With all his thirty thousand troops dead and being in the desert, Britain has no way to provide support.

He does not even have a way to notify Nashadier that the French reinforcements are about to arrive.

He had already foreseen the outcome of this war—defeat.

However, Dike did not care too much about the outcome of this war; in any case, the ones losing the most are Nashadier and the French.

In this war, they, Britain, might be the biggest winners.

When he aided Nashadier, he never said anything about winning or losing.

Even if he lost, the Longyan would still have to give him the port city.

A trade of one mine for one port city, plus the Giant Steam Engine.

For Britain, this was not a loss.

However, if Nashadier were to win, the profits they would obtain would be even greater.

Dike let out a laugh and looked at the sky full of yellow sand, a trace of despair rising in his heart; compared to the battlefield, the endless desert made him feel even more desperate.

Deep within the desert that had just experienced a sandstorm, the roads and terrain had already changed because of this sandstorm.

He no longer recognized the path he had come by, and now, wanting to go back was almost impossible.

……

At this moment, on the plain where the French Port was located.

The stalemate on the battlefield had not been broken.

The Military Department Minister watched as the number of casualties in Nashadier's troops grew larger and larger.

Their combined strength was weakening bit by bit, and a look of joy finally appeared on his stern face.

As long as they persisted, Nashadier's troops would definitely be driven back by him.

"Repel Nashadier, and the fine wine and girls in the city will be waiting for you!" the Military Department Minister encouraged the soldiers.

For these soldiers whose adrenaline was currently surging, fine wine and women were the best things for them to vent with.

Anyway, there were as many native Egyptian women as they wanted.

To them, the noble French, there was no need for any pity.

Hearing this promise from the Military Department Minister, their counterattack became even more fierce, and now the offensive of Nashadier's troops had weakened.

It seemed as if they only needed to hold on for a little longer, and as their casualties increased, they would be defeated.

Until this moment, the Military Department Minister still did not know what kind of crisis was hidden right beneath the sturdy city walls he relied on most.

Suddenly, the attacking Nashadier troops retreated like flowing water.

Seeing this, the Military Department Minister's face lit up with joy; in his view, this was Nashadier's rout.

"Run, run, you dogs of the Longyan!"

Countless French Soldier on the city walls were plunged into the joy of victory.

Immediately thinking that they would soon go into the city, to drink heavily in bed or anywhere else, and tear those pitiful Egyptian women to shreds.

A wave of pleasure surged in their hearts.

Just at this moment, Boom!

Everyone was stunned, and suddenly felt the world spinning and the earth shaking!