Chapter 1786: The Scales of Good and Evil

The news of the attack on the French garrison commander's headquarters was exposed that very evening.

People found the corpses of over three hundred French Soldiers there.

But the only thing they did not find was the corpse of the garrison commander, Ika.

However, on the second day, at a landmark building in the largest city of the French Colonial Zone.

In the scales of the statue of Anubis, the god of death, good and evil, and fairness, which symbolizes Egypt.

Was placed the missing commander.

Ika's head.

And on the other side of the scales, another object was placed: a blood-stained order.

It was the order issued to Ika.

"Every tribe must conscript thousands of young men to serve as soldiers; those disobedient chieftains have already been dealt with, you need to urge those tribes..."

Such explosive news was instantly reported by various Egyptian newspapers, all vying to be the first.

Some newspapers were established by other European powers, or even by the Longyan.

Operating on the principle that the more chaotic things are, the better, they all reported on this news, which was enough to trigger an earthquake throughout the French Colonial Area in Egypt.

They sought to ensure that every Egyptian knew of this message.

And Nashadier's actions were interpreted as him having known about this matter, and for the sake of the Egyptian people, he had raised the banner of resistance against the French.

Nashadier became a hero here.

His deeds were compiled by wandering poets into the greatest poems to be sung.

But now, no one knew the whereabouts of this Egyptian hero.

And such news, when passed to those tribes, caused a massive uproar; they had all received letters from their own chieftains telling them to conscript young men and head to the battlefield.

But upon thinking that such a thing might be a French trick.

How could their chieftains possibly have issued such an order? They must have been harmed by the French!

It must be so!

Thinking of this possibility, the chieftains of countless tribes erupted in strong protest.

The Sugela Tribe.

After seeing such news, Shawn instantly collapsed.

He knew his father would absolutely never issue such a shameful order, so his letter must have been forged by the French.

Sugela might have already met with misfortune.

Thinking of this possibility, Shawn was overcome with grief.

Although he was the Young Chieftain, he had lived off his father's shadow; he was not able to become the Young Chieftain of the Sugela Tribe because of how outstanding he was.

Rather, it was all because of his father's love for him.

But now, he had suddenly received this news, leaving him unable to accept it for a moment.

He could not believe that all of this was true.

Ailina did not leave; she comforted him at the first opportunity: "Shawn, everything will pass."

"Now you are already the chieftain in the tribe, you should take up the banner here; now everyone is waiting for you to come up with an idea."

"Regarding those hateful French, are we to fight, or what..."

Shawn wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes; he looked at Ailina beside him and for the first time felt that his wife was so beautiful.

"You are right, I need to be responsible for the entire Sugela Tribe!"

"Summon those Elders; there is no time left for us to continue grieving; we need to unite everyone's strength to resist the damned French!"

"They owe us too much, and it must be paid back in the end!"

The French Colonial Zone was struck by an earthquake; countless tribes were opposing the French at the same moment.

Far away at the front lines, the leader of the French Colonial Zone, Dawn, was so angry his lungs felt like they were about to explode after learning of this news.

He did not even know what was going on.

Why had news appeared claiming that they, the French, had harmed Egyptian chieftains?

It was true that Dawn had ordered conscription, but he had never let those Egyptian chieftains die; he had only threatened them a little.

But now, what had been exposed was that they, the French, had killed those chieftains!

And one of their garrison commanders as well.

In the conference room, Dawn looked at these high-ranking French officers and asked, "Can anyone tell me what on earth has happened?"

Everyone was silent; they were also completely bewildered by this matter.

Everything had happened too fast, as sudden as a lightning strike; they had not even had time to react.

Everything had just happened so suddenly.

Finally, someone handed over a few newspapers.

Dawn looked at the information in the newspapers and was stunned.

It was merely a Rebel Army called Nashadier, leading a force of less than one hundred people.

Just such a force had caused the entire French Colonial Zone to fall into internal strife.

"Just because of him!"

Dawn said in a fit of rage.

He could not imagine how such a Rebel Army could achieve this; it sounded very unrealistic.

"Leader, this Nashadier's identity is very unusual."

"Everyone present here should know who he is."

The crowd was stunned, then immediately looked toward the person who had spoken.

They only felt that his name was very familiar, but they could not recall who he was.

They pondered for a few minutes, having completely forgotten ever seeing this person.

The general who had spoken said again: "He is the Long Yan general in Egypt; our previous two port cities falling was half his doing."

The crowd was stunned, looking in surprise at the headline on the newspaper.

Seeing the four large characters 'Nashadier', his intelligence immediately surfaced in their minds.

"It's him!" Dawn also felt it was inconceivable.

Back when the port city was being attacked, Dawn had once led a supply unit to fight against his troops.

If it hadn't been for encountering a sandstorm that time, plus the fact that Nashadier had already been attacking for a long time.

Otherwise, he would not have been able to defeat him.

But even so, by the time Dawn led his troops to arrive, Nashadier had already destroyed the sturdiest city wall of that port city.

If he had arrived even a little later, the port city would likely have already been captured by Nashadier's troops.

It was him who did it!

This made Dawn feel a little better, but thinking about how Nashadier had been lurking in their French Colonial Zone for so long, and had even been in the newspapers without attracting their attention.

And even letting the other side create such a big piece of news, directly inciting the entire French region in Egypt to fall into internal strife.

Thinking of this matter.

Dawn felt a deep sense of humiliation.

"General, now that things have developed to this point, what should we do next?"

A layer of dark clouds hung over their heads; they were currently fighting against the British.

They simply could not pull out enough troops to suppress this rebellion.

Dawn looked at the map; this was the critical period of the battle against Britain.

The mineral vein they were fighting over was, after all, a Saltpeter Mine.

That was an indispensable raw material for manufacturing gunpowder, capable of bringing them endless profits.

But now the entire French Colonial Zone had fallen into chaos; if they did not send troops to suppress it, it would affect the entire French rule in Egypt.

Thinking of this.

Dawn gritted his teeth and said: "Withdraw the troops, suppress the rebellion first!"