Nashadir also gathered a circle of warriors who were not afraid of death in the Wahhara tribe. These people and Nashadir formed an army.
Socra tribe.
Sean found Marina and Alina with the news of the day.
"Look, look, what good things you and your stupid sister have done."
"The lunatic who offended Mr. Ika is coming back, and he will kill us." Sean said desperately.
Marina looked at the newspaper, which was written about Nashadir's deeds, and the corners of her mouth raised.
Not only were the people who saw Nashadir okay, but they also formed a team of hundreds of people and were now rushing towards the Sogra tribe.
Alina grabbed the newspaper, looked at her sister who was still giggling, and said angrily: "Marina, are you driven crazy by this man?"
"He offended Ika. Even if he is a general, now he has no army and it is impossible to compete with the French army."
"He will definitely die, you must forget him!"
Marina looked at her sister and pointed to the information written on the newspaper.
"Who says he has no troops? He now has an army of hundreds of people, coming here. The French army can't do anything to him now."
Alina didn't even know how to refute her sister.
"Hundreds of people..."
"His enemies are several times as powerful as him, with troops ten times or even a hundred times more powerful than him."
"What can his army of hundreds of people do?"
"How many French troops can it fight?"
"Sister, please accept the reality clearly. Nashadir offended Ika and has killed many French soldiers now. Those French soldiers will never let him go."
Marina looked at her sister. She had no idea how powerful and terrifying Nashadir was.
The British, who were more powerful than the French, could not defeat his troops.
Even the British talker suffered defeat at his hands.
Not to mention the current French troops, these troops will be conquered by Nashadir sooner or later.
"Sister, just wait and see, Nashadir will come to the Sugra tribe, and even the French can't stop him."
"But..." Marina looked at Sean and laughed.
"Brother-in-law, you care so much about Nashadir, why not care more about your father? I heard that the French are at war with the British right now."
"The French are already short of troops. The French are planning to threaten these chiefs and force them to recruit young people from their own tribes to fight on the battlefield."
Sean's pupils shrank, and Marina covered her mouth and laughed when she saw this expression.
"If this matter is true, according to your father's character, would he agree with his people to sell their lives to the French who enslaved them?"
"Or do you already know the answer?"
"Shut up!" Sean's face changed drastically and he yelled angrily.
On his desk, there was already the envelope from Sucra, the letter from his father.
The content of the letter, just as Marina said, is that the French forced Sucra to summon young people from the tribe to join the army.
This is simply humiliating.
Even if this war is won, their Sugra tribe will not gain anything.
This is nothing more than safeguarding the interests of the French.
But these tribes need to be responsible for all these costs. No one will accept such conditions.
Marina sneered: "Brother-in-law, now you are the old chief of the tribe. Even if the old chief gives an order, you are the one who carries out the order."
"As long as you dare to do it, it will damage your reputation."