The environment is at least more suitable for human habitation than the Sahara Desert in Egypt.
The French established large plantations here.
It was used to grow cotton, and textile machine factories were even built in some places.
In cities with a large number of French people, the infrastructure is pretty good, but in places with a small number of French people, it can be said that the infrastructure is basically non-existent.
Nashadir didn't have much interest in such scenery.
There are many scenes like this in Egypt. He looked at Marina and asked: "Whose territory used to be here."
Marina looked at the greatly changed city, frowned slightly, and said, "This should have been Sugra's territory. He is the chief of the tribe here."
"I once submitted to the Egyptian dynasty. I came here when I was a child. Our family had a marriage relationship with his family. If it weren't for the fact that I am the second daughter of our family, I might not be able to meet you, general."
"Maybe I will be married here."
Marina looked at Nashadir with a charming look.
Nashadir smiled faintly.
"If that's the case, then this chief named Sugra must be careful."
"He will be my enemy."
Marina's face turned red when she heard this: "Fortunately, my sister married here."
Marina continued: "Maybe we can look for my sister and see if she can help us."
Nashadir nodded.
This is a good idea.
If you can get Sugra's help through Marina's sister, you will save yourself a lot of trouble.
Sugra is the chief here, so the power in his hands must be extraordinary.
It would be better if we could get the support of his troops.
In this case, it will be easier to destroy the French colonial zone from within.
However, Nashadir also felt a little worried in his heart.
This is a French colonial area, and a chief like him may have defected to the French, or he may even have been killed.
Nashadir must consider the possibility of such a thing happening.
If it really happened, Nashadir would have to implement other plans.
And at this time.
On the other side of Egypt, Dick was still worried about the port.
Those hateful paupers dared to reject him.
This made Dick very angry.
But there was nothing he could do.
After all, the militia union now controls the port.
Killing the leader of the militia union is a very simple matter. For Dick, all he needs to do is give him a bullet.
The other party has to meet their Anubis.
The god in charge of life and death in Egyptian legend.
However, what he got in exchange was the total fall of the port.
In that case, the two port cities on the Mediterranean coast that they paid for the four mining areas that Britain paid for would be completely useless.
This would be unacceptable to Dick.
What made him even more troubled was that the people from these forces in Egypt seemed to be monolithic.
There is absolutely no way to use it.
Dick let out a long sigh, with only endless helplessness left on his face.
At this time, he happened to receive a letter from Britain.
Dick read the letter and suddenly became furious!
"That bitch, I'm going to kill her!"
The letter said, Mr. Dick, when you see this news, don't be angry, your wife has cheated on you, and it has been a long time.