Chapter 1870: Mercy Does Not Command Troops

The landmines were filled with flour; after such things exploded, they would create dust, which could also increase the power of the landmines.

Therefore, after the French Cavalry lost their vision, they could only defend passively.

The French Cavalry were caught off guard by the Egyptian Army.

However, the French Cavalry were, after all, a trained regular army.

Although they were caught off guard, they reacted very quickly.

The French Cavalry calmed their startled War Horses, and without waiting for the dust to settle, they immediately launched a charge.

Nashadier's Cavalry clashed with the French Cavalry.

The French Infantry also stabilized their mindset at the first opportunity; as the dust gradually dissipated, they immediately adjusted their formation to guard against the Egyptian Army's attack.

It must be said that there is a reason why the French Army is called the number one army on the European continent; in this battle, the French Army displayed a super high level of combat awareness and standard.

After experiencing the landmine bombardment, they immediately adjusted their formation.

Such a reaction meant that the Egyptian Army, which had originally held the initiative, could not break through their formation for a time.

Fortunately, however, the Cavalry, which had the greatest influence on the war situation, had already been pinned down by Nashadier's cavalry unit.

At this moment, Nashadier's cavalry unit, relying on their superior horsemanship and the strength of the Wahala Tribe Warriors.

Fought to a draw with the French Cavalry, whose equipment was several times stronger than theirs.

Neither side gained the upper hand.

Nashadier looked at the situation on the battlefield, which was not optimistic at all, even though it looked like no one had gained the upper hand for now.

But Nashadier knew what kind of unit he was leading now.

They had not received regular training and did not understand how to coordinate in battle.

The weapons in their hands could not even be compared to the weapons of the French Cavalry.

Nashadier shouted in a deep voice: "Crossbowmen, use fire attacks!"

Hearing the order, the Crossbowmen appeared from the surrounding buildings, and streams of flaming arrows shot into the dust.

After the Crossbowmen appeared, the Egyptian Army retreated rapidly according to the battle plan.

To avoid being accidentally injured by friendly forces.

Under a wave of flaming arrows, the French Cavalry were thrown into a panic.

But it seemed that heaven was not in their favor; a gust of wind blew, and the visual obstruction that had been so difficult to create for the French Cavalry dissipated.

Shawn looked at Nashadier nervously; they had not anticipated such a situation when they made the battle plan.

But he saw that Nashadier's face was calm.

For a general like him who had experienced wars of all sizes, it was entirely possible for such unexpected things to happen on the battlefield.

A plan could only guarantee the possibility of them winning.

But there was no absolute certainty that a plan could cover every aspect.

Nashadier said in a deep voice: "Continue to fire arrows!"

After the Crossbowmen froze for a moment, they drew their bows and nocked their arrows once again.

And the French Cavalry had now regained their vision; when they saw the Egyptian Army, they immediately changed their formation.

When the French commander saw the entirety of the troops attacking them, he gave a cold laugh.

In their view, these Egyptian troops were backward troops that existed in the last century.

No, calling them troops was not rigorous at all.

These people were more like a group of farmers; the way they held their weapons was more like holding hoes.

The French commander sneered: "Attack, eliminate these Egyptians!"

The French Infantry immediately launched an attack; they held better weapons in their hands.

They attacked in perfect unison.

The Egyptian Army led by Nashadier was beaten back step by step; Shawn frowned, watching as people were constantly injured on the battlefield.

People were constantly dying, and before they died, they hadn't even managed to attack the French troops.

Such a scene was crushing Shawn's will.

"Nashadier, let's retreat; if we keep fighting, our people will all be buried here."

Nashadier glanced at him and did not speak.

Casualties were increasing every second on the battlefield, and Shawn was in a state of utter chaos.

But Nashadier still had a calm expression on his face.

Seeing that face of Nashadier's, Shawn grabbed his sleeve fiercely and roared: "We are retreating!"

"Don't you see they are making meaningless sacrifices!"

"The battle has failed, Nashadier!"

Nashadier glanced at him and said coldly: "No, not yet; our troops have not lost yet."

He looked at the battlefield; the Infantry led by Shawn had already been routed, and just at this moment.

Nashadier's cavalry unit killed their way out from the rear, directly raiding the French troops.

Facing the suddenly appearing troops, the French troops did not react at all.

At this time, the French cavalry unit was pinned down by another of Nashadier's cavalry units.

They had no ability to return for reinforcements.

Even if they could return for reinforcements, this distance would take time.

And the target of this suddenly appearing cavalry unit was not the Infantry at all, but the commander of the French troops!

At this time, the French troops' forces were dispersed; the Infantry could not return to defend, and the Cavalry could not return to defend.

The entire French troop was like a thin line stretched out by Nashadier.

The number of troops protecting the French commander plummeted.

The suddenly charging Cavalry unit cut off the French commander's head without any surprise.

After the French commander died, the entire unit was like a headless insect, aimless.

The previously orderly formation immediately became chaotic.

The Egyptian Army regained the initiative on the battlefield.

Henry looked at Nashadier and asked in disbelief, "Is this the real battle plan?"

Nashadier nodded.

Henry looked at the dead Egyptian soldiers, his heart feeling as if it had been crushed by something, and he burst into tears.

Nashadier said indifferently, "Henry, this is war."

"To win a battle, one must use any means necessary, even if it means sacrificing one's own people."

The saying 'the benevolent do not command troops' refers exactly to this.

Nashadier ignored Henry and continued to watch the battlefield.

After the commander was beheaded, the French troops were slaughtered and forced into a continuous retreat.

This battle ultimately ended with the victory of the Egyptian Army.

All the Egyptian soldiers were immersed in the joy of victory.

But Nashadier knew that although they had won this battle, they had paid a huge price.

Don't look at the smiles on the soldiers' faces now; when they clear the battlefield after the fight, they will see those comrades who fought side-by-side with them, perhaps already departed from this world.

How painful that moment must be.

Nashadier exhaled a breath of stale air, turned, and left; he looked at Shawn, who was still in grief and resentment, and said in a deep voice.

"The war is not over yet; the French may soon return."

"I hope you can pull yourself together, because the coming wars will not be this easy."

"We need more weapons..."

Shawn watched Nashadier's departing back and fell into silence; finally, he stood up and chased after Nashadier.