"Nashadir, from today on you will be our hero in Egypt."
Nashadir smiled and shook his head: "Henry, you know why I came to you this time."
He turned around and looked at the people of the Wahhara tribe.
Everyone shouted in unison: "For Egypt, to drive the French out!"
Nashadir looked at Henry and greeted him.
Henry had already agreed to Nashadir's request. The corners of his mouth raised unconsciously, he picked up the riding whip and patted Nashadir on the shoulder: "Why not? Brother!"
The Wahala tribe cheered loudly!
They will follow the warriors they recognize in their hearts and raise their butcher's knives towards those hateful French people.
Drive out those nasty colonists!
But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.
"You are going to fight the French army, I don't agree!"
Swish! Swish! Swish!
Everyone nodded, and their expressions changed drastically as they looked over.
The air fell into silence, and it was as if the noise just now had never happened.
They looked at the man nervously.
Every time he got closer, it was like a mountain hanging in mid-air, above their heads, about to fall.
Nashadir frowned and asked Henry: "Who is this person?"
Henry said as if facing a formidable enemy: "He is the leader of our tribe, second only to the leader of our tribe."
Commander Alexander walked over, glanced at Henry, and then glanced at Nashadir beside him.
He moved slightly and walked towards Nashadir. Henry's hand had already grasped the handle of the knife, because in his opinion, the leader had been betrayed by the tribe.
The only people who are unwilling to fight France are the wives who feel sorry for their husbands and the children who are afraid of losing their fathers.
The men of other Wahala tribes are all warriors and warriors.
They have long been intolerable to the French!
Especially now that news has broken out, the chief of their tribe may have died at the hands of the French.
This is absolutely intolerable to them.
The commander stretched out his hand and gently stroked the big black horse: "Black horse, I didn't expect you to become someone else's rider now."
The big black horse is one of his favorite war horses, but the big black horse is too fierce.
The leader did not tame it.
The commander looked at Nashadir: "Have you tamed it?"
Nashadir nodded without speaking.
The commander smiled and said: "You are a good warrior. You can even tame a big black horse."
He reluctantly took his hand away and turned to face Nashadir.
"But you shouldn't take people from our tribe to fight the French!"
"You are ruining our tribe. As the leader of this tribe, I will never let you do such a thing!"