"Nashadir, let's withdraw our troops. If we continue to fight, all our people will be killed here."
Nashadir glanced at him and said nothing.
Casualties were increasing every second on the battlefield, and Sean was in a state of confusion.
But Nashadir still had a calm expression on his face.
Seeing Nashadir's face, Sean suddenly grabbed his sleeve and roared: "We withdraw our troops!"
"Don't you see they are making meaningless sacrifices!"
"The battle failed, Nashadir!"
Nashadir glanced at him and said coldly: "No, not yet, our troops have not lost yet."
He looked at the battlefield, and the infantry led by Sean had been killed and defeated, and at this moment.
Nashadir's cavalry came out from the rear and directly attacked the French troops.
Facing the sudden appearance of troops, the French army did not react at all.
At this time, the French cavalry was restrained by another cavalry unit from Nashadir.
There is no ability to return support at all.
Even if reinforcements can be sent back, this distance will still take time.
The target of this pair of cavalry that suddenly appeared was not the infantry at all, but the commander of the French army!
At this time, the strength of the French army was dispersed, and the infantry and cavalry were unable to return to defense.
The entire French army was like a thin thread stretched by Nashadir.
The number of troops protecting the French commander was drastically reduced.
The cavalry troops suddenly burst out and beheaded the French commander without any surprise.
After the death of the French commander, the entire army was like an insect without its head, aimless.
The originally neat formation immediately became chaotic.
The Egyptian troops regained the advantage on the battlefield.
Henry looked at Nashadir and asked in disbelief: "Is this the real battle plan?"
Nashadir nodded.
Henry looked at the dead Egyptian soldiers, as if his heart was broken by something, and cried bitterly.
Nashadir said calmly: "Henry, this is war."
"In order to win the battle, you have to do whatever it takes, even if it means sacrificing your own people."
Compassion does not command troops, that is what it means.
Nashadir ignored Henry and continued to look at the battlefield.
After the commander was beheaded, the French troops were killed and retreated steadily.
The battle ended in victory for the Egyptian forces.
All the Egyptian soldiers were immersed in the joy of victory.
But Nashadir knew that although they won this war, they paid a huge price.
Although the soldiers have smiles on their faces now, when they take stock of the battlefield after the war, they see that those comrades who fought alongside them may have passed away at this moment.
How painful it was at that moment.
Nashadir exhaled a breath, turned around and left. He looked at Sean, who was still in grief and resentment, and said in a deep voice.
"The war is not over yet, and the French may come back soon."
"I hope you can cheer up, because the next war will not be so easy."
"We need more weapons..."
Sean looked at Nashadir's leaving figure and fell into silence. Finally, he stood up and caught up with Nashadir.