"The damn sandstorm scared me to death!" Dick cursed.

Then he looked at the entire town covered by yellow sand, and could not see any trace of their 30,000-strong army.

Dick took a deep breath, his eyes glazed over for a few seconds.

Thirty thousand British troops were wiped out by a sandstorm, and only Dick survived.

Dick was silent.

He looked towards the direction where the French team left, feeling a little gloomy.

Now he has no idea how the siege of Nashadir went, and whether the port was captured.

If not, it would be troublesome.

The French army will arrive soon.

All 30,000 of his troops were killed. They were in the desert and Britain had no way to support them.

There was no way to tell Nashadir that French reinforcements were about to arrive.

He had already predicted the outcome of this war - losing.

However, Dick did not care too much about the outcome of this war. Anyway, it was Nashadir and the French who suffered the most losses.

In this war, Britain may be the biggest winner.

When he aided Nashadir, he didn't say anything about winning or losing.

Even if he loses, Long Yan will still give him the port city.

A mine is exchanged for a port city, plus a deal for a giant steam engine.

This is not a disadvantage for Britain.

However, if Nashadir wins, their profits will be greater.

Dick laughed and looked at the yellow sand in the sky, a trace of despair rising in his heart. Compared to the battlefield, the endless desert made him more desperate.

Deep in the desert that has just experienced a sandstorm, the road terrain has been changed due to the sandstorm.

He no longer knows the way he came, and it is almost impossible to go back now.

...

At this moment, on the plain where the French port is located.

The stalemate on the battlefield has not been broken.

The military minister watched as the number of casualties among Nashadir's troops grew larger and larger.

Their harmony was gradually weakening, and a hint of joy finally appeared on their stern faces.

As long as he persists, Nashadir's troops will definitely be defeated by him.

"Repulse Nashadir, the wine and girls in the city are waiting for you!" the military minister encouraged the soldiers.

For these soldiers with overflowing adrenal glands, wine and women are the best things to let them vent.

Anyway, there are as many native Egyptian women as you want.

There is no need for pity for their noble French people.

After hearing this promise from the Minister of Military Affairs, their counterattack became more fierce. Now the offensive of Nashadir's troops has weakened.

It seemed that if they persisted for a while longer, their casualties would increase and they would be defeated.

Until this moment, the military minister still had no idea what kind of crisis lay beneath the solid city wall on which he relied most.

Suddenly, the attacking Nashadir troops retreated like water.

Seeing this, the military minister's face lit up. In his opinion, this was Nashadir's defeat.

"Run away, run away, these Longyan people's dogs!"

Countless French soldiers on the city wall fell into the joy of victory.

Then he thought that they would go to the city, drink heavily on the bed or anywhere, and tear those poor Egyptian women to pieces.

I felt a twinge of pain in my heart.

At this moment, there was a bang.
Chapter completed!