Chapter 1871: Shell Shock

French Command.

Dawn's command room!

"General, urgent report from the front: the unit we dispatched to retake the granary encountered an attack by Nashadier, and the commander was killed in action..."

Upon hearing this news, Dawn was slightly stunned.

That was an army of ten thousand, and they were carrying the most top-tier weaponry of France.

They even possessed French Cavalry; Dawn had simply wanted a quick victory.

"How could this be? Our troops possess powerful equipment; even in terms of troop strength, they should be superior to those ragtag Egyptian units."

The soldier who came to report replied based on feedback from the front-line battle: "Nashadier used some unknown method that allowed the ground to explode."

"The dust kicked up temporarily obstructed our troops' vision, and the Egyptian Army launched their attack on us while taking advantage of this moment."

"Our troops suffered heavy casualties."

"However, the commander reacted in time and adjusted the formation."

"Nashadier's troops also had a cavalry unit, and our cavalry pinned down theirs."

"After the dust settled, our troops launched an attack..."

Hearing the soldier's description, the intensity of that battle already formed in Dawn's mind.

He said in a deep voice: "Your battle line was stretched too thin. Nashadier also ambushed you with a cavalry unit; they launched a surprise attack on you at that moment, and the commander was sacrificed during this raid."

The soldier stared blankly at Dawn, and only after a long while did he say: "General, what you said is exactly right."

Dawn took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and sighed: "This battle has been led by the nose by Nashadier from the very beginning."

He walked to the map and looked at the areas of the French Colonial Zone that had fallen, where Sugela and the surrounding tribes had formed an alliance.

The Wahala Tribe and the surrounding tribes had also fallen.

The nail placed in this tribe, the granary, had now also been captured by the Egyptian Army, and their sphere of influence was expanding.

Now, the Egyptian tribes had linked together under the leadership of Nashadier.

Dawn realized that this war would be a Protracted War, even though the Egyptian Army had fewer troops and weaker strength.

But because of Nashadier's existence, these seemingly loose Arab tribes were uniting.

Dawn chuckled; the best way to break this situation was to destroy it from within.

"Tell the Commander who rules Wahala that he can begin the operation!"

On the other side, Nashadier was counting the casualties of this battle; they had lost nearly half of their troops, with the hot blood of over three thousand men spilled upon this land.

But their sacrifice had bought these days where the remaining French troops dared not launch an attack.

This had won them precious time. The website is about to close, please download the Ai-Yue app for the latest chapters.

This time, they had seized the French troops' Weaponry and Equipment: three hundred muskets, over a thousand Long Spears, four Cannons, and countless Cannonballs and Black Powder.

For them, who lacked Weaponry and Equipment, such a harvest could be called very bountiful.

But the subsequent battles would be even more cruel; they lacked sufficient troops and had no ability to manufacture weapons.

This was not because these Egyptian tribes did not grasp the technology for Cannons, explosives, and forging.

It was because of the restrictions imposed by the French; they had no Method to manufacture these things, and important mineral resources like Iron Mines and Saltpeter Mines were not in the hands of the Egyptians themselves.

To win this war, they had to obtain an Arsenal and the corresponding mineral veins.

Now that the French could mobilize ten thousand troops to attack them, it meant that the war between France and Britain had already ended.

Those three Iron Mine veins and Saltpeter Mines near the French tribes should have also been reclaimed.

They could obtain raw materials from there, but they still lacked an Arsenal.

Just at this moment, Shawn walked in with a gloomy expression; ever since that interception battle, not a single smile had appeared on Shawn's face.

Nashadier glanced at him and then looked back at the map.

Shawn said in a deep voice: "I have already settled the fallen soldiers. Although we won, morale has not improved."

"Some people even tremble at the sight of a musket; they feel fear."

Nashadier did not look at them and said indifferently: "This is Shell Shock; they are fearing war. This is very normal. If it were possible, no one would wish for this war to occur."

Shawn frowned and asked: "What should we do?"

"These people are all our soldiers; if they leave, our troop strength will decrease by a lot again."

Only then did Nashadier raise his head to look at Shawn, pondering for a while: "Wait a moment."

He turned around, took a notebook from his bookshelf, and threw it in front of Shawn.

Shawn looked at the notebook, which was already covered in a layer of dust and had likely not been opened for a long time, and asked in confusion: "What is this?"

Nashadier said: "This is something I learned from a person from Longyan. After coming here, I recorded it down. Take a look; for you, this thing should be of great help."

Shawn picked up the notebook, opened it, and looked at the things on it that looked like ghost-drawn talismans.

It was marked in the back that this was an offensive formation, but Shawn could not understand it at all.

He continued flipping through it and finally found the Shell Shock that Nashadier mentioned; there was a clear record of it.

There was also a Method for dealing with it.

Shawn read intently, murmuring to himself: "The so-called Shell Shock is a type of psychological illness involving fear of war. It causes soldiers to lose their combat capability; they panic at war."

"Up until now, the way other troops solve Shell Shock is by using medicine, and the effect is not false."

"Longyan Soldiers seem to have a unique way of dealing with Shell Shock; their soldiers rarely leave the army because of Shell Shock."

"Longyan Soldiers will cheer each other on and build trust, thereby offsetting the occurrence of Shell Shock."

Seeing this, Shawn closed the notebook and fell into deep thought.

A few simple sentences had already introduced how to solve this problem.

But Shawn could not think of a good Method.

Having experienced two battles, many soldiers now suffer from severe Shell Shock; if this continues, their soldiers will lose their will to fight.

Their troop strength is already stretched thin, and if such a situation happens again, it would be the worst-case scenario.

He must resolve this problem as quickly as possible.

Shawn glanced at Nashadier, who was staring at the map with no intention of helping, and after reciting it to himself twice more, he decided it would be best to conduct some training with the soldiers.

After all, practice is the only way to gain true knowledge.

Shawn left quickly, and just as he reached the doorway, Nashadier said indifferently, "Take this notebook with you."

Shawn glanced at the notes Nashadier had recorded; they contained very precious knowledge, and their two units had not yet merged.

Shawn looked at Nashadier in silence for a few seconds, then finally took the notebook and left, bowing his body slightly to express his gratitude.