Chapter 1532: Surprise Attack on the Army

The indestructible city wall, after shaking violently, collapsed in an instant!

The city wall is broken!

Suddenly, dust and smoke rose everywhere, and the towering city wall, as thick as mountain rock, collapsed with a boom.

It was like the heavens collapsing and the earth splitting!

The Nashadier troops, who had already fled to a distance, were forced to bow their heads by the strong wind whipped up by the collapse.

And outside the battlefield, even Nashadier, watching this battle, felt a strong wind blow across his cheeks, stinging painfully!

And in the jungle further away, the strong wind stirred the leaves, and the sound of the collapse sent birds and beasts scattering!

The Egypt civilians in the French Port, at this moment, all knelt on the ground, praying to the heavens, appearing at their most devout.

Hoping that the gods recorded in myths would descend to stop the awakening of the devil.

And the French Soldier on the collapsing city wall only felt the sky spinning and the earth shaking, as if the entire city wall were pressing down upon them.

They had nowhere left to retreat!

Nowhere to escape.

Only a loud boom was heard.

The dust settled on this battle!

When the sound of the collapse ceased, the world was filled with dust, yet it was deathly silent.

Nashadier saw this once-impenetrable city wall now shattered, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Beat the drums, advance, take the city!"

Nashadier shouted loudly, pulling the messenger, who was still in shock, back to reality.

Beat the drums!

The war drums thundered like lightning, and the soldiers moved forward again.

Hearing the drumbeats, Nashadier's troops immediately launched a charge, determined to capture this French Port city in one go.

"Kill!"

The Cavalry charged to open the path, with the Infantry following closely behind.

The city wall was broken, and victory was right before their eyes.

But just at this moment, the sound of wind being broken rang out amidst the dust and fog, and several soldiers fell to the ground in response.

Seeing the hidden arrows, Nashadier's troops were suddenly shocked; could it be that the explosion just now did not crush the French Army?

"Ha! Ha! Ha!"

The Military Department Minister laughed while coughing up blood; although he had escaped the earth-shattering explosion just now, he had suffered extremely heavy injuries.

At this moment, he leaned against the Inner City wall, watching the charging Nashadier troops with a mocking expression.

The dust and smoke slowly dissipated.

Revealing the scene inside, it was an Inner City!

"Nashadier, you didn't expect this, did you? You only blasted open the Outer City; let's see how you break through the Inner City!"

Nashadier looked through his Telescope and could vaguely see the scene inside; it was an Inner City, but he felt not the slightest panic.

Building two city walls is the most basic thing for a qualified general.

Nashadier remained calm and issued an order: "Artillery, continue to advance three hundred meters and use the Siege Cannon to blast open the Inner City!"

"Yes!"

After receiving the order, the Artillery moved quickly, but just at this moment, a troop of men and horses killed their way out from who knows where.

This troop of men and horses was not small in number, and they were all Cavalry.

Before Nashadier's troops could react, the enemy charged over in an instant.

In just one wave of charging, Nashadier's troops suffered countless casualties.

Nashadier hurriedly looked at this Cavalry troop that had suddenly charged over, his brows furrowed; when he saw their military uniforms, his face first turned to rage, then went pale!

"French Army reinforcements..."

Before he could think too much, Nashadier saw even more French Cavalry charging in from the plains.

"Sound the retreat!"

He quickly gave the order, but the enemy army had already charged over.

By the time Nashadier's troops reacted, it was already too late, and there was simply no time to dodge.

After the siege, Nashadier's troops had roughly less than seventy thousand men remaining.

The French Cavalry that came to charge and reinforce numbered about ten thousand.

But just this ten thousand

French Cavalry left Nashadier's troops at a complete loss.

Before they could react, such a formidable Cavalry troop had appeared on the battlefield.

Nashadier's troops had no Method to deal with the slaughter.

In an instant, their formation was thrown into chaos.

And just at this moment, the remaining French Army in the city suddenly launched an attack.

A pincer attack from both sides.

The seventy-thousand-man force was being unilaterally slaughtered for a time, but soon Nashadier's troops recovered their formation.

They formed a defensive formation and retreated.

Pursued all the way, they were defeated and retreated.

This time, Nashadier's troops were successfully ambushed and thoroughly defeated by the French Army!

Nashadier saw that on the main battlefield, the troops that had stopped at the broken city wall began to retreat steadily!

All the efforts made to breach this city wall were reduced to nothing at this moment.

For this, Nashadier paid a painful price.

The 150,000-strong army he had raised to conquer the world would lose even half its men after this battle!

"General, retreat; we... have lost."

Unable to hold it back any longer, Nashadier spat out a mouthful of blood with a bang.

This was caused by being overcome with sudden rage and anxiety.

Meanwhile, in the depression on the west side of the city wall, this was the only area that had not suffered an attack from Nashadier's troops.

At this moment, a unit of about ten thousand men moved through the west and entered the depression.

The person leading them was none other than the Spokesperson of Egypt, Sashaer.

Upon hearing a boom and seeing the rolling dust rising from the collapsed city wall, his heart trembled.

After he saw Nashadier's troops break through the defensive line, he knew the chances of winning the battle on the field were slim.

So, from that moment on, he prepared to withdraw from the battlefield.

Riding a fast horse, Sashaer was lost in thought, wondering where he should go next.

But before he could think of an answer, he suddenly saw Nashadier's troops emerge above the depression.

His first reaction upon seeing this unit was to flee.

But where could he flee to now!

The captain of Nashadier's ambush unit grinned when he saw the French escaping.

Nashadier had given him 30,000 men and ordered him to ambush the French troops retreating in defeat from here.

But several days had passed, and let alone defeated French soldiers, there wasn't even a rabbit to be seen here.

They hadn't even seen a rabbit.

When they heard the thunderous, mountain-toppling sound of explosions coming from the eastern battlefield, a wave of anticipation rose.

The city being breached meant the French Army had collapsed.

They had won!

Then the next part was their battlefield: intercepting the remnants of the French forces!

"Warriors, charge!"

"Absolutely do not let a single French Soldier escape!"

The ambush captain led his troops to launch a charge; the unit led by Sashaer appeared to have over ten thousand men.

But they had no will to fight, and upon seeing Nashadier's ambush unit, they were even more terrified.

Very quickly, they were slaughtered completely by Nashadier's ambush unit.

Sashaer was captured alive.

"Don't kill me, I am the top official of the French in Egypt!"

"Don't kill me, I am Sashaer!"

"......"

The ambush captain pressed his spear tip against Sashaer's throat and gave a cold laugh; not in a hurry to kill him, he asked, "You say you are Sashaer, how can you prove it to us?"

Upon hearing this, Sashaer was extremely panicked and immediately thought of the gold he had brought with him when he fled for his life.

He took the gold he had brought while fleeing from his bosom and begged for mercy, saying, "These are all for you; as long as you don't kill me, I can give you more."

Seeing this gold, the ambush captain raised his eyebrows.

Ordinary French Soldiers would not carry so much gold; this person's identity must not be simple.