Chapter 1910: War Signal

At this moment, on the other side of Egypt.

After Harris received the news from the French side, he immediately took action.

Under his command, there were no longer any voices of opposition among the tribes around Wahala.

Anyone or any tribe that opposed him was physically eliminated by him.

Now, this entire region was under his control.

However, Harris was not a kind ruler; his policies were mostly extreme and terrifying.

Once, someone opposed him labeling Nashadier as a colonizer and was burned alive, their remains fed to the dogs.

Logically speaking, under such cruel rule, not many people should submit to his governance, but this was Egypt, this was Africa.

The people here were swept by the Great Age of Discovery from the Stone Age, from backward tribal civilizations, without experiencing the development of dynasties or feudal society, directly into an imperialist society.

They had been ruled by the Spanish, ruled by the Netherlands, and now they were being ruled by the French.

Over two hundred years of colonial rule had long since made the people here numb; compared to those Frenchmen and those chieftains they had seen, Harris's way of ruling still had a bit of civilization to it.

Moreover, Harris claimed he would drive out the colonizers who oppressed them.

To them, this was the best promise, and they supported Harris because of it.

Furthermore, Harris had accepted aid from the French locally, and with this advanced Weaponry and Equipment, the troops he assembled were very powerful.

This made Harris invincible on the battlefield, even if there were people in those tribes who opposed him.

It was of no use.

Harris ordered the army to be assembled and to march toward the Sugela Tribe, the territory of Nashadier.

A few days later, Nashadier received the message that Harris's Messenger requested an audience.

Nashadier was stunned; Harris's Messenger requesting an audience with him, the matter sounded bizarre.

Ever since Harris blocked the allegiance of the Wahala Tribe, both Henry and Nashadier had been extremely disgusted with this Commander of the Wahala Tribe!

Nashadier had also heard that Harris had formed a troop to resist the colonizers.

It was just that this troop consisted of all sorts of people from all walks of life, and he had also heard quite a bit about Harris's methods; those who opposed him were either dead or eliminated.

Without exception, this was repulsive, even to the point of hatred.

But Nashadier, holding the thought that it was a special time and that every person united counted, received Harris's Messenger.

In the council chamber, Nashadier did not put on the airs of a Commander-in-Chief.

He personally received Harris's Messenger.

"General of the Longyan, respected hero of Egypt, the great Commander Harris commands me to offer you the highest respects."

Hearing this, Nashadier raised an eyebrow.

Saying "General of the Longyan" first was telling everyone that Nashadier was a general conferred by the Longyan, not a general of their Egypt.

Henry could not hold back his temper and shouted angrily: "Shut up! Nashadier is our Egyptian..."

Nashadier raised his hand to stop Henry's anger, and he looked calmly at this Messenger sent by Harris.

"My conflict with Harris is nothing more than me taking away two-thirds of their tribe's warriors, but they were willing to follow me themselves to resist the French colonizers."

"I am receiving you out of courtesy; you should know this."

"Now tell me, what is Harris sending you here to do?"

The Messenger smiled slightly: "Commander Harris wants me to tell you that he wants your army to submit to him or choose destruction."

Once these words were spoken, even the good-tempered Shawn could not bear it!

"Shut up, you scum of Egypt; it is because of scum like you that Egypt is becoming increasingly decadent!"

The Messenger smiled and said nothing.

Nashadier raised an eyebrow, stared at him, and said indifferently: "Harris wants my troops, please tell him that I am waiting for him here."

The Messenger chuckled: "General, your army is backward and has gone through three battles, your strength has decreased quite a bit, do you think you can stop us?"

The Messenger chuckled and said, "General, your army is backward, and after experiencing three battles, your troop strength has decreased quite a bit, don't you think? Do you really believe you can stop us?"

"Join our Commander Harris's camp, and in the future in Egypt, you will have money, power, and Beauty!"

"But if you do not agree to the great Harris's proposal, I believe you will definitely pay a painful price for this matter!"

"But if you do not agree to the proposal of the great Harris, I believe you will certainly pay a painful price for this matter!"

Nashadier's face was icy, and he stared coldly at the Messenger's face.

"Tell him, apart from Egyptians, no one can become my, Nashadier's, master!"

"Tell him that apart from the Egyptians, no one can become the master of me, Nashadier!"

The Messenger laughed loudly; he did not believe Nashadier could defeat the French.

"I shall take my leave!"

Nashadier signaled with his eyes, and Henry rose to kill.

Before the Messenger could react, Henry had already closed in, and his blade struck the Messenger's neck.

The Messenger fell dead to the ground, and Henry looked at him coldly, saying icily: "If you're going to be something, don't be a dog!"

Nashadier's expression turned gloomy all of a sudden.

The Messenger sent by Harris was meant to recruit him.

But what he did not expect was that Harris had already become a dog for the French.

"Notify the troops immediately, be ready for battle at any time; Harris's troops may attack at any moment!"

"Notify the troops immediately to be ready for battle at any time; Harris's troops could attack at any moment!"

Henry and Shawn retreated.

Henry and Shawn retreated.

Under the command of Nashadier, their troops immediately assembled and entered preparations for war.

The current Resistance Army is no longer what it used to be; after capturing the armory, their strength has increased significantly.

First, their Weaponry and Equipment received a massive replenishment; the number of Cannon increased several-fold, and they now possess thirty-six Cannon, with the number of Cannonball reaching a staggering two thousand.

Even more importantly, they now have one thousand Musket, a weapon with immense power and ultra-long range on the battlefield.

The number of Bullet is countless.

However, such Weaponry and Equipment have caused distress for Nashadier's troops, as their troop strength has plummeted.

After experiencing the previous battles, they suffered a one-third reduction in personnel, a force of nearly three thousand people.

Among the troops still able to fight, many have sustained injuries of varying severity, and the unit is still in a stage of recuperation.

As for the five-thousand-man reserve force, their training is not yet complete, and their combat effectiveness is average.

But according to current intelligence, Harris's troops possess more than double the number of troops they have.

The Cavalry that Nashadier takes pride in is also possessed by Harris's troops.

Their Weaponry and Equipment are all at the same level as Nashadier's troops.

But the enemy's troop strength is twice theirs.

Nashadier took a deep breath; the battle to be fought next will be a tough one.

But Nashadier does not want to swing his butcher's knife at his own people.

Harris's troops, just like them, are troops formed by Egyptian.

If they fight directly, it is still Egyptian who will suffer the losses.

There will be no true winner in this battle; both sides are losers, and no one has a Method to achieve final victory.

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