Chapter 2001: The Most Suitable Candidate

At this moment, in the Sugela Tribe.

Nashadier received a letter from Jiang Xuan; upon seeing its contents, his expression changed.

"Launch an all-out war, capture the French Colonial Zone in one fell swoop..." he murmured to himself.

He fell into deep contemplation; with their current troop strength and supplies, even capturing the Wahala Tribe was quite difficult.

If they were truly to have a decisive battle with the French forces, Nashadier had no confidence.

It was not that he was afraid, but that their current capabilities were insufficient.

Even with the cooperation of the Longyan Army, he was still very worried.

More crucially, after having fought side-by-side with the Egyptians of the French Colonial Zone so many times.

Nashadier's original intention for fighting had changed; it was no longer just because the Longyan Army had promised him a Giant Steam Engine, but now it was a choice made out of an effort to completely liberate the people of the entire French Colonial Zone.

If Jiang Xuan were to be the first to capture the most important industrial area of the French Colonial Zone.

Then what would Longyan's attitude toward the Egyptian people be at that time?

He did not know, nor was he clear on it, and he understood even less of what Jiang Xuan was thinking in his heart.

After thinking of this, Nashadier believed he should have a pre-battle meeting with Jiang Xuan to express both of their thoughts.

To see how they should make their choices moving forward.

But the distance between the two groups was currently too great, and sending letters was a difficult task; furthermore, his face was now known by many people.

To leave his territory so rashly, if he were caught by the French forces, it would certainly deal a significant blow to their Insurgent Army troops.

He could not go in person.

Just as Nashadier was worrying about this matter, Harris walked in.

"Nashadier, with this kind of troop movement, our supply columns will be unable to reach the battlefield on time; I cannot let the soldiers go to the battlefield on empty stomachs!"

Nashadier's eyes lit up when he saw Harris, completely ignoring what the other person was saying.

Instead, he said to himself: "Why was I worrying about this just now? Isn't the most suitable person right here..."

Harris's tightly furrowed brows rose, and with a *slap*, he slammed the march plan Nashadier had previously devised onto the table.

He shouted coldly: "Are you even listening to what I am saying!"

Nashadier stood up, glanced casually at the march plan he had written, tossed it aside, looked at Harris, and smiled faintly: "Oh, Harris, don't worry about these march column issues anymore; you have more important things to do."

Harris was already holding back his anger, and being told this by Nashadier made him even more annoyed.

"This concerns the lives of our soldiers; as the commander-in-chief, you must be responsible for this!"

Nashadier agreed while saying: "Yes, yes, yes, I will revise this march plan in a moment; come, let me tell you about something else."

Harris was pulled by Nashadier out of the camp, walking toward an unknown direction.

Harris was completely bewildered; usually at times like this, Nashadier would definitely draft the battle plan first before doing anything else.

After all, there was nothing more important than this war right now.

But Nashadier was now acting indifferent; Harris frowned, unable to understand why he would behave this way.

Walking with him through the position, Nashadier said: "Harris, our battle plan is going to change, but before we change it, I need you to go see someone."

Harris stopped in his tracks, looked at Nashadier in confusion, and asked in a deep voice: "What do you mean? At a time like this, you want to cancel the attack on the Wahala Tribe?"

"No, I mean that we are going to launch a more comprehensive war; you know we will be coordinating with the Longyan Army."

"But what is the current strength of our troops? If the Longyan Army captures the industrial area in the French Colonial Zone first."

"At that time, we will fall into a passive position, so I need you to go and understand what their intentions really are so that we can choose how to fight next."

"Do you understand what I mean?"

Harris nodded; this meant he was to go and negotiate with the generals on the Longyan Army side.

He asked skeptically: "Why me? Wouldn't Shawn and Henry be more suitable?"

Nashadier shook his head and said: "The two of them don't know how to negotiate; if such a task were handed to them, they would only make things worse."

"So, looking at it now, you are the only one most suitable for this matter."

Harris let out a breath and said calmly: "I understand. When do I depart?"

Nashadier looked at him: "We are currently blockaded by the French; although it is easier for you to slip through, the chance of being caught by the French is also high."

"You need to think this through."

Harris shrugged and said: "I am a Warrior of the Wahala Tribe."

Nashadier watched him walk forward, his figure upright and firm.

Nashadier let out a breath and shook his head; this journey was destined to be dangerous for Harris.

Harris did not linger at all; after making simple preparations, Nashadier contacted the messenger on the Longyan side, and he departed immediately.

He did not stop for long.

The Longyan messenger was a man from the Armis Agency; the influence of this agency was also blossoming in Africa.

Under his guidance, Harris easily passed through the Sugela tribal area and arrived at the nearby Ethiopian Plateau.

This was a path that very few people chose to take.

Because there were more wild beasts than people on the road, it was incomparably dangerous, and it was also far from the nearest city.

Choosing to advance along this road was basically choosing to dance with death.

The man from the Armis Agency told Harris.

"It is indeed dangerous here, but they have still managed to find a relatively safe route."

"Follow the Grassland, arrive at the industrial area of the French Colonial Zone, bypass it, and you will be able to enter the Nile River Region."

"What we need to be careful about is accepting the inspections by those French when entering the Nile River Region; these are extraordinary times, you understand."

"However, because of your special status, we have to bypass the inspections, so we will have to take some side paths."

Harris nodded; after traveling for nearly seven days, Harris and the man from the Armis Agency finally arrived at the Nile River Region.

They were in the wilderness of this area, climbing over the high barbed wire fence in an attempt to cross it.

Hamis looked at this place and asked, "Won't the French be patrolling here?"

"There should be an encampment of their troops up ahead."

The person from the Armis Agency laughed and said, "No, according to our previous reconnaissance, at this time of day, the French are all fast asleep; they have no time to patrol."

Harris did not speak again, and after the two of them cut the wire, they entered the other side of the wilderness.

This was the Nile River Basin.

However, just at this moment, the sharp-eyed Harris suddenly saw a French Soldier walk out from the French encampment not far away.

He hurriedly pulled the person from the Armis Agency and crouched down.