Chapter 1782: The Choice

Shawn stared wide-eyed at Marina, his fists clenched until they turned white, feeling as if words were stuck in his throat but simply could not come out.

There was no Method to refute a single word.

Everything Marina said was the truth; he had no Method to refute it.

His father had indeed been forced into issuing him the order to conscript new soldiers, making his own tribesmen go and help the French they hated to protect their interests.

To them, this was a matter that was completely unacceptable.

Even a fool could see how disgusting such an order was.

If Shawn really did as the Sugela Tribe required, it would inevitably damage his prestige within his own tribe.

He might even be branded with the title of traitor by his own tribespeople.

For someone like him who was to inherit the position of chieftain in the future, this was fatal.

This would affect his succession as chieftain.

Marina ignored Shawn and turned to leave.

Before leaving, she said one sentence: "Brother-in-law, think about it carefully; do you want to carry out such an order? On one side is your father, and on the other are the people in the tribe."

Ailina saw the silent Shawn, and only after her sister had left did she say: "Shawn, don't be angry with her."

"She was just saying it casually."

Shawn turned his head to look at Marina, his gaze chillingly frightening: "Casually? This doesn't look like it was said casually!"

"And the things she said are all true!"

Ailina gasped; she did not know the inside story and had not expected that everything Marina said was true.

"How is that possible? Did Father really order you to gather the young men in the tribe to go to the battlefield?"

Shawn nodded, and Ailina looked as if she had been struck by lightning.

Such an order was simply putting Shawn on a fire to roast.

"Father was also forced, but I don't know how to carry out such an order; I can't do it..." Shawn said in pain, holding his head.

He needed to make a choice, but if he did not carry out this order, the Sugela Tribe would very likely be slaughtered by the French.

But if he did carry out this order, his position as Young Chieftain would very likely be lost.

Moreover, he would have no face to continue staying in this tribe; he would be a sinner of the Sugela Tribe.

Ailina comforted him from the side: "Shawn, I don't know how to comfort you; this choice is very heavy no matter what you do."

"But this is not your responsibility."

"However, please don't forget that you are the Young Chieftain of this tribe, and your father is the chieftain; the words and actions of both of you need to be responsible to this tribe."

At this time, on the other side of Egypt.

Nashadier led the troops he had assembled and was already about to reach the Sugela Tribe.

Currently, his troops were resting temporarily in a tavern.

Nashadier was looking at a map in a separate room, on which were marked the number of French Soldier units they had encountered along their way.

Nashadier's brows furrowed slightly; the number of these French Soldier units was far fewer than he had imagined.

It seemed that the strength of the French Army had already been tied down by the front lines.

Or perhaps what he had done could not provoke the anger of the French at all.

It was merely humiliating the Mistress of a French general, and on top of that, killing a few French Soldiers and seizing the supplies of the French Army.

It was just these things; perhaps it really could not attract the attention of the French.

Regardless of the reason, his goal had been achieved.

Openly opposing the French right under their noses.

This would stir up the fighting spirit of many tribes.

The French had been lording it over people here for a long time.

It had been a long time since Nashadier started resisting the French Soldier units.

Not only was he still alive and kicking, but he had also pulled together a massive force.

Just this story alone was enough to make many Egyptian people who were looking forward to resisting the French feel that Nashadier was a hero.

A living legend, an existence capable of helping them drive away the French.

What Nashadier was doing now was not just how to resist the French, but to make those Egyptian people realize that the French were not invincible.

They had sufficient ability to resist these oppressors.

Doing this was enough.

Meanwhile, Ika, as the garrison general for the French in this area, received countless letters that day.

Placed on the floor of his desk was today's news, and the headline read: "Resisting the Devil Hero, Nashadier!"

"This bastard!" Ika said in a fit of rage.

These letters on his desk were all from his superiors urging him to finish off Nashadier as soon as possible.

But now, they simply did not have the ability to eliminate Nashadier.

"Urging, urging, all they know is how to urge!"

"If you want me to finish off Nashadier, then send me the troops!"

Ika was hysterical; although he was the garrison general, the troops he could mobilize were very limited.

Currently, Britain was at war with the French, and the situation on the battlefield was gradually worsening; there was a possibility they would be at full-scale war with the British army.

This left him with very few troops to mobilize.

He still needed to dispatch troops to maintain security within his jurisdiction.

The troops available to suppress Nashadier were even more pitifully few.

Although Nashadier currently has a force of barely over a hundred men, he is extremely difficult to deal with.

Nashadier does not know what he did in the past, but this unit has formed a super powerful combat capability in his hands.

He sent out several times the number of troops to encircle and suppress him, but without exception, every time it was neutralized by Nashadier.

This made Ika very anxious.

He does not know how Nashadier managed to do it, but this undoubtedly damaged the image of the French troops in the eyes of these indigenous residents.

Otherwise, there would not have been a newspaper publishing such a report.

"This is simply rebellion."

"Someone, investigate for me and see who wrote such a report!" Ika ordered.

Madam Luo, who was beside Ika, frowned as she looked at the content of the newspaper and immediately said in a coquettish tone: "Why hasn't Nashadier been caught after such a long time?"

Hearing Madam Luo's blaming voice, Ika turned around and slapped her.

Madam Luo touched her red and swollen face, looking at the furious Ika in astonishment, completely at a loss.

"My lord, you..."

"You still have the face to speak? If it weren't for you back then, would there be this mess now?"

"Get out of here!"

Madam Luo stared at Ika with a sour expression, and she also stormed out.

Ika looked at that newspaper and tore it to shreds; to him, the fact that Nashadier was still alive was a disgrace.

Nashadier must absolutely not remain alive; Ika decided to spare no cost to finish Nashadier off.

It was simply a matter of his reputation!

That day, Ika summoned all the major newspaper offices in his French Colonial Zone and told them: "Those who insult the French Empire will eventually be punished."

"Our troops will deliver punishment with the speed of lightning!"