He hurriedly looked through the telescope. On the battlefield, both his troops and the French troops were under shelling.
Countless French soldiers died under their own artillery fire.
The counselor's face froze, and he immediately looked at Sashar, and saw him hysterically roaring on the city wall, regardless of the life and death of the frontline soldiers.
Although the content of the roar cannot be heard clearly here.
But the counselor knows exactly what he will say!
Nashadir said indifferently: "Compassion does not control soldiers."
Nashadir only had four words to comment on this tragedy of fratricide, but at this moment the counselor thought it was absolutely correct.
Compassion does not command troops.
That's right. Judging from the current situation analysis, using artillery to blast away their formation is the simplest and most effective method.
The counselor took a deep breath and retreated silently without saying a word.
But at this moment, the situation on the battlefield has undergone new changes.
Because Sashar ordered the artillery bombardment, the offensive momentum of Nashadir's troops did slow down.
But it didn't have much effect.
Although a hole was broken in the formation of Nashadir's troops, the French army lost more than just a few soldiers.
Their morale was hit.
It is absolutely unacceptable for artillery fire to be directed at one's own people.
Faith is shaken.
This unit will never be able to recover. Their morale has declined. Facing such a unit with declining morale.
The Nashadir troops showed no mercy and carried out a ruthless massacre.
Facing enemies on all sides and indiscriminate artillery attacks from their own side, these French troops felt completely hopeless.
With almost no ability to resist, they were massacred by the Nashadir troops.
Soon, Nashadir's troops rushed to the front of the fort.
But they suffered heavy losses.
Although the artillery and assault tanks had defeated the French troops who came to the rescue, the artillery did not dare to fire.
Because the friendly forces are too close, if a shell is fired, it is easy to accidentally injure your comrades.
This resulted in only the French troops attacking indiscriminately.
At this point, Nashadir's troops suffered heavy losses.
Finally, under the cover of chariots, the troops finally reached the base of the city wall.
Sashar looked at the densely packed Nashadir troops under the city wall, his face filled with a sense of defeat, and he knew in his heart that the situation was over.
Although this city wall is extremely strong, most of their troops have been lost on the battlefield.
In Nashadir, which has an absolute advantage in military strength, as long as we continue to attack the city with troops, this indestructible city will definitely be breached.
Failed, utterly defeated...
Sashar's face lost all color. As a French correspondent stationed in Egypt, he had never been as embarrassed as he was today.
He was actually defeated by one of Long Yan's dogs.
He was about to order a retreat to other French colonial areas and wait for the opportunity...
Sashar looked over and happened to see the cold eyes of the military minister. He glanced at it and shouted in a deep voice: "We must not let Nashadir's dog troops...
Climb the wall!"
"Yes!" the French soldier replied loudly.
Seeing this scene, Sashar laughed miserably, looked at the military minister in despair, and said with a bitter smile: "Minister, we have been defeated..."
Before he finished speaking, the minister grabbed him by the collar, his eyes filled with thunder, and Sashar's eyes suddenly glazed over when he looked at him.