Many Wahhara warriors followed Nashadir.

Henry, the young chief of the Wahhara tribe, was followed by many people. Their purpose was very simple, which was to drive the French out of Egypt.

"Nashadir, what should we do next?" Henry asked loudly.

Nashadir replied: "Unite all the tribes. The Dragon Flame Army is now fighting the French army. What we have to do is harass the French army behind enemy lines."

"Let them not have enough troops to deal with the Longyan Army's attack!"

Henry nodded: "I have already notified the small tribes attached to Wahala. I believe it won't be long before they will join us."

"Next, which target will we attack?"

Nashadir took out a map of the French colonial area in Egypt, which he obtained from his attack on Ika.

The key locations of the French colonial area are marked in detail above.

Nashadir's finger landed on a plain, nodded, and said in a deep voice: "This is the French army's food warehouse."

Henry looked at the place where Nashadir's finger landed. There was a plain marked on the map.

They now have many cavalry and lack of muskets and artillery. They have a huge advantage in fighting on the plains. If they attack the plains, it is indeed a good choice for them.

But the granary is very important to the French army, and it will definitely have a lot of troops.

"Nashadir, have you decided how to attack?"

"We currently have only about 2,000 troops. If we attack rashly, we will most likely be wiped out."

Nashadir grinned and said, "Henry, look at what's near the map."

Henry looked at the map carefully. This granary was located on the plain, suitable for their attack. Other than that, there was nothing special about it, until he moved his eyes and saw the tribe stationed next to it.

"Socra tribe?"

Nashadir nodded and said: "The latest news is that Sean has formed an alliance with the surrounding tribes to fight against the French."

"This is good news for us."

"If we unite with Sean's alliance, we will have enough troops."

Henry suddenly realized that no wonder Nashadir wanted to attack from here.

"How should we report intelligence to Sean? Will they join forces with us? This is a question."

Nashadir shook his head: "Don't worry, Sean's alliance has just been established, and it also needs a victory to establish its prestige. Moreover, there is the granary of France so close to the Sogra tribe."

"It's like a thorn piercing the flesh. Doesn't Sean want to pull it out?"

"No one wants to feel uneasy when sleeping."

Henry thought for a moment and nodded. What Nashadir said made sense.

This granary is too close to Sean, and both of them are on the plain, with no danger to defend. France's granary here is like a thorn, piercing deeply into Sean's flesh.

Let him not dare to move, but he has to move.

He definitely wanted to pull out the thorn, and Henry asked again: "But how should we discuss it with him?"

"Since the last time you attacked Ika, the entire French colonial area has entered a state of high martial law."

"Contacts between regions are not allowed now. We can't fight all the way, right?"

Nashadir glanced at Henry and smiled lightly: "Of course not, I have a better way."

Henry looked at the newspaper Nashadir took out, his brows furrowed and then relaxed.

Newspapers are not like other vendors. The French government also needs the Post to inform everyone of its orders.

So newspapers are the best way to convey news, bar none.
Chapter completed!