Chapter 1817: Coordinated Operations

Shawn was stunned; he saw two characters under this news report... "Dier."

He instantly realized that this was the message Nashadier had sent him.

Shawn put down the newspaper, braced his hands on the table, and said to the crowd in a deep voice, "The time for us to attack has arrived."

"Nashadier will coordinate with us. Go organize the troops quickly and send men to scout for intelligence. As soon as Nashadier's forces arrive, we will launch our attack on the granary!"

The tribal chiefs looked at Shawn: "Isn't it this report you published that is asking the surrounding tribes to cooperate?"

Shawn shook his head: "No, you will know once you look at the signature of this news item."

Everyone looked at the newspaper and suddenly realized: Dier, Nashadier!

So it was he who wanted to use the newspaper to publish this report and pass on the message.

"But isn't this too rash? The French are not blind; they will definitely know of this message's existence."

Meanwhile, on the other side, the officer guarding the French granary was looking at today's newspaper.

He saw the news item published above, a prophetic piece of news claiming that they might encounter an attack in the near future.

Ever since the Longyan Army started the war, the situation within the French Colonial Area had been unstable.

There were at least three such reports predicting war every day. At first, they had believed them somewhat and conducted reconnaissance based on these predictions, so as not to let the Longyan Army or the Insurgent Army steal their home so blatantly.

However, after experiencing several reconnaissance missions, the results were, without exception, that no such movements existed.

They gradually became indifferent to such news.

However, the French officer would soon know that he needed to pay a heavy price for his arrogance!

Shawn's troops had been prepared for a long time and could go into battle at any moment.

They were very close to the granary; even if Nashadier's troops fought first, they could reach the battlefield in a very short time.

Shawn had long since sent out troops to scout there, just waiting for the battle to begin.

And at this moment, Nashadier's troops were rushing toward this side.

Three thousand Cavalry were not a small number; marching blatantly through the French Colonial Area would certainly expose their intentions.

Therefore, the troops led by Nashadier moved quickly. They were separated from their target by two areas, and the number of French Army troops guarding each route was not large.

As long as their speed was fast enough, they could catch the French troops off guard.

Their march along this route was safe.

Nashadier led three thousand Cavalry, Warriors of the Wahala Tribe, each of whom had a deep mastery of horsemanship.

These people were the elite among the elite.

The French Soldiers intercepted on the road could not withstand the charge of Nashadier's troops at all.

Under the onslaught of the Cavalry, these soldiers were killed or wounded to the last man.

In one night, Nashadier led his troops on a forced march of three hundred li, annihilating several French Army units.

They cut through this entire route, and at this time, due to backward communications, the French had not yet discovered that Nashadier had already reached the granary.

After resting for another hour, Nashadier led his troops to launch the attack.

At dawn.

The French Soldiers guarding the granary were sleeping soundly when a burst of battle cries startled them from their dreams.

The granary was not a city; there were no tall, thick city walls to stop the Cavalry's charge.

The French Soldiers guarding the post could not withstand the assault of Nashadier's Cavalry unit at all.

Upon hearing the battle cries, the French officer woke up instantly. Looking out the window, he saw that Nashadier's troops had already broken in.

His expression changed abruptly. In a panic, he did not even put on his uniform, rushing out wearing only his undergarments.

"Where are the men? The enemy has broken in and you didn't even know!"

The French officer shouted coldly, but not a single French Soldier defending against the enemy had the time to pay him any mind.

After the battle began, the French Soldiers quickly threw themselves into the fight.

Although Nashadier had already led his troops inside, there was still no Method to quickly resolve the French Army units.

It is true that Cavalry are the most powerful combat units on the plains, but the French Army had a large number of troops, and the environment inside the granary city was sufficiently complex.

It was impossible for their three thousand Cavalry to quickly rout the French Army units.

The French officer grabbed a soldier and ordered: "Quick, request reinforcements from headquarters, it must be fast!"

The soldier nodded repeatedly and hurriedly mounted his horse to go request reinforcements.

Seeing this, Nashadier rushed over and cut him down from his horse.

"Don't let the French request reinforcements!"

Nashadier's troops intercepted those French Soldiers who were trying to report the news.

Despite this interception, one squad of French Soldiers still managed to break out.

Nashadier knew it was a bad sign; if the French reinforcements arrived, they would no longer have any possibility of victory.

The French officer sneered; relying on their advantage in numbers and Muskets, they finally managed to turn the disadvantage around bit by bit.

But lacking equipment for fighting Cavalry, they were still in great danger.

But as long as they dragged it out until the reinforcements arrived, the situation would be completely reversed.

Everything would be all right.

And at this moment, battle cries shook the sky outside the granary!

The French officer was overjoyed, thinking that the supporting French Army units had already arrived.

"Nashadier, wait for your death!"

The French officer looked toward the entrance and grinned, but the next second his expression froze, gradually becoming gloomy and then despairing.

Shawn led their Infantry Unit and had already arrived to kill.

Hanging from their mounts was a severed head, and the French officer recognized that face.

It was the soldier he had placed high hopes on; he should have brought the French reinforcements.

But now, he had been brought here by Shawn's unit.

The French officer was utterly desperate; he already found it difficult to deal with Nashadier's Cavalry, and now Shawn's unit had been added.

Although the French troops were numerous, they could not contend with the combined strength of these two units.

Shawn waved his hand, and the soldiers under his command charged heroically.

His unit was very crude; although Nashadier lacked firearms, at least he had horses, and his weapons included Long Spears, Crossbows, and Curved Sabers.

But in the hands of Shawn's unit, the soldiers held all sorts of weapons, some even holding farm tools.

Yet it was precisely this kind of unit that erupted with unprecedented courage.

Even though they held farm tools in their hands, they were still charging.

There were countless Arab tribes in Egypt, large and small, and there were serious divisions between the various tribes.

Due to historical reasons, some were indigenous residents of Egypt, while others were outsiders.

But now they all had one goal: to drive out these French who ruled this land.

To let Egypt return to their own hands.

The colonial rule of the French had, for the first time, made these tribes set aside centuries of hatred and come together.

Under the attack of Shawn and Nashadier's units, the French troops retreated steadily and were soon completely defeated.

Take the granary!