Chapter 2013: Superior Command

The two troops engaged in close-quarters combat.

But for the French Soldier, such a battle was immensely draining; they had no way to understand why they had to fight to the death like this.

Yet the Insurgent Army were faith warriors who wanted to liberate their homeland from the hands of the colonialists!

They would absolutely not allow their own defeat.

Even when facing such cruel combat, they did not shrink back in the slightest.

Nashadier's Insurgent Army was equipped with Landmines, a type of bomb that could rival a Cannon.

And at such close range, deploying Landmines was very likely to blow themselves up as well.

But the Insurgent Army soldiers fighting at the front, in order to reduce the number of enemies the soldiers behind them had to face, threw the Hand Grenades in their hands onto the battlefield.

Five, four, three, two, one... Boom!

A violent explosion swept across the battlefield; a swathe of French troops fell, and falling with them were the Egyptian soldiers who also did not fear death!

The French Soldier looked at the corpses shattered by the Landmines, and those that had no visible wounds on the surface.

But in reality, the French Soldier had already lost all signs of life; when they died, they did not even have time to let out a scream.

This undoubtedly caused a massive shock to the French Soldier who had long been weary of this horrific war.

They watched as, after the Hand Grenade exploded, the Insurgent Army soldiers who had been killed by their own bombs actually still had smiles appearing on their faces.

In an instant, countless French Soldier cursed aloud: "Madmen, madmen!"

"We are fighting against madmen!"

And behind these fallen Egyptian soldiers appeared even more valiant Egyptian soldiers.

They charged into the battlefield one after another.

Bayonet and Musket, Cavalry and War Horse, at this moment danced with death.

On the French Soldier side, the desire to survive crushed their fighting spirit, crushed their fear; they wanted to flee the battlefield.

But looking around, there were only enemies, no possibility of escape; they either fought to the death, or fought to live.

Just as the adjutant said, in this battle, there was only a struggle to the death.

Beyond that, there was nothing else.

And Smith, watching the cruelty of the battlefield, felt annoyance rise in his heart.

He was unsettled by such chaotic and terrifying colors; the accompaniment of thunder and the roar of slaughter brought the repertoire of this war to its climax.

As the most important conductor of this war, Smith now wanted to leave in a rage, shouting: "Damn it! When will all this end!"

"Where are the reinforcements for Dawn's troops, why haven't they arrived yet!"

Smith would not know what kind of battle was taking place in the two most important industrial areas of France, not far from him.

If he knew, he would be glad that the one he was fighting was Nashadier and not that guy; the opponent's combat level was far stronger than Nashadier's.

At this moment, far away at the other end, Dawn clenched his fists tightly, waving them, directing the retreating French army to continue pushing forward.

Do not retreat, do not retreat!

I don't know what happened today, but the Longyan Army led by Jiang Xuan launched a crazy offensive against them in an instant.

Dawn led the French troops to meet the battle in a panic, but they were defeated at every turn.

They were attacked by Jiang Xuan's troops all the way to the cliffs above the Ethiopian Plateau, where they relied on the natural chasm to block Jiang Xuan's troops from advancing further.

Just when they thought they could breathe a sigh of relief, who could have imagined that Jiang Xuan would disregard the cost and continue to launch a fierce attack.

He used the Longyan Siege Cannon, transported from thousands of miles away by Longyan, to attack the large fortress they had built on the Ethiopian Plateau.

Facing such an attack, the French troops were defending with great difficulty, or one could even say they were about to be unable to hold on.

But even under such battle conditions, the French troops were still holding on desperately.

They couldn't even see any hope of victory.

At this time, above the Wahala Tribe.

Smith watched as his troops, under the enemy's disregard for their own lives, gradually showed signs of defeat; there were already French soldiers who could not bear such a battle.

They fled the battle, but were quickly finished off by the Insurgent Army still fighting.

Smith fell into despair; if the fighting continued, their troops would soon be wiped out by the Insurgent Army's troops.

Smith looked at the adjutant and said in a deep voice: "Retreat, this battle cannot continue!"

The adjutant looked at Smith and said calmly: "General, this battle is no longer one where you can retreat."

"If they retreat, they will also be finished off by the Insurgent Army."

"And we absolutely cannot allow the Wahala Tribe to fall; if it falls under your watch, your family will have no way to protect you!"

"This Colonial Area is a very important region for us in North Africa, and we absolutely cannot allow any losses."

The adjutant's words left Smith speechless.

He settled his heart, stopped speaking, and let the battle continue to develop.

The thought of retreating was extinguished in his heart.

And at this time, the war situation gradually turned to Nashadier's advantage; their Cavalry troops played a huge role at this moment.

After the remaining French Cavalry troops were wiped out by Nashadier's Cavalry troops, they turned to outflank the army of less than nine thousand men.

The surrounded French team had no way to escape.

In the life-and-death struggle between the two sides, under the strangulation of the Insurgent Army's two-pronged forces.

Finally, the French troops collapsed across the board, the entire force fell into chaos, and they had no way to continue fighting.

In such a state of chaos, the Insurgent Army's troops seized a glimmer of opportunity; Henry and Harris, who were directing the battle at the front line, immediately reorganized the Cavalry troops and launched a tearing offensive against the French troops.

The French troops at this time were like a piece of torn cloth, controlled by the Cavalry under Henry and Harris like scissors, split and divided from the middle, and cut into several fragments.

The French troops, their formation split, no longer had any ability to reorganize for battle.

They were defeated one by one by the Insurgent Army units.

In a situation like this, the French troops had not the slightest Method.

The torn-apart French troops could ultimately only head down the path to destruction.

Smith watched the torn-apart French troops and also knew the change that comes when a defeat is like a collapsing mountain.

They had lost this battle.

The adjutant, however, watched this battle indifferently; he was thoroughly convinced by his loss in this operation, as the troops trained by Nashadier possessed greater cohesion than their own troops.

And they also possessed greater combat effectiveness.

Their troops lacked that kind of death-defying fighting spirit.

Losing this war was not something to complain about...

Smith could no longer support the weight of his own body and knelt on the ground; the failure of this battle meant that the softest gate of their French industry was thrown wide open.

Nashadier's troops would drive straight in, and there would no longer be any difficulties or obstacles!