Chapter 405

The 8th Division of the rebel army had just walked out of the desert and arrived at Ugsur City. Before they could launch an attack, they were greeted by the raging Nile River.

Fortunately, they were far away from the Aswan Dam, and the water had already dispersed. Although the water level had risen downstream, it hadn't reached the point of flooding the city.

Looking at the endless flow of the Nile, Lieutenant Colonel Hutier sighed. "Order the troops to camp here and rest for a day. Send out scouts to find out what happened upstream as soon as possible."

Although they didn't know what exactly happened, Hutier knew it had to do with Lieutenant General Jarrett.

Fakingham: "From the water level, we can see that the rebel army blew up the Aswan Dam. We just don't know what the outcome was.

If they could heavily injure the French army, then sending us to sneak in wouldn't be as simple as feigning an attack on Ugsur. "

Everyone present was an elite of the Austrian army, and the changes in the situation on the battlefield couldn't be hidden from their eyes.

Originally, the order given to the 8th Division by the rebel army headquarters was to sneak in and feign an attack on Ugsur to attract the French army's main force to return and buy time for the rebel army.

Although it was said to be sneaking in, it was impossible to erase all traces of an army of nearly ten thousand people.

At first, Hutier and the others were prepared to be ambushed by the French. They were cautious along the way and even took a detour in the desert.

However, it turned out that they were overthinking. The French didn't take them seriously at all.

Thinking about it, there were still a bunch of tribes in Egypt these days. Although it was rare for a few thousand tribes to fight, it wasn't like it didn't exist.

The 8th Division was originally a hastily built army, and their marching was chaotic. They didn't even have a uniform and looked more like civilians than soldiers.

So much so that the French didn't even react when they arrived at the city of Ugsur. If it weren't for the exhaustion of marching, Hutier would've taken the opportunity to attack the city.

Of course, this was just a thought. The 8th Division wasn't even a force to be reckoned with. If they really gave the order to attack the city at this time, no one could guarantee what this motley crew would do.

Steinhausenberg said with a gloomy face, "Judging from the current situation, perhaps we've all underestimated Jarrett. He's not as idiotic as he looks.

Ugsur is located in the middle of the Nile River, and the logistics of the French army have to transit here. Once we attack, the French army will definitely return.

If things don't go well in Aswan, we'll be the sacrificial pawns used to attract the French army's firepower and buy time for the main force of the rebellion to move.

If this flood is of some use, and the insurgents are victorious, we shall stand in the way of the retreat of the French army.

"We definitely can't stop the French army at their peak, but a defeated French army is different.

They might not be able to wipe them out, but they could still bully the scattered soldiers. "Division, they were, and they were, and they were, and" Army, "

"Division," Division, and Army, "Had Division, and", and Army, " To these young officers, this was a huge blow.

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense. The older Hutir was the first to react. "Alright, stop making wild guesses.

Of, Army, and, they heard, they,, they, Division, they., the Division, they, and, of Division, of Division.

Whatever Jarrett's plan is, we're the ones who make the final call. Whether we follow the plan or not depends on whether it's in line with our mission. "

"Soldiers aren't that weak. If we can't even take this little blow, we should just go home." Soldiers were not that fragile. If they could not even take such a small blow, then they should just go home. Those who were not mentally strong enough were not suitable to join the army.

Soldiers aren't that weak. If we can't even take this little blow, then we should just go home. Those who aren't mentally strong aren't suited to join the army.

Potiorek smiled. "Lieutenant Colonel, you're right. We're here to learn.

By the way, did you notice that something's wrong with Ugsur?

It's said that there are two garrisons in the city, and one of them is made up entirely of the French. They actually didn't take advantage of the fact that we haven't stabilized our footing to attack us. "

Now that Major Potiorek mentioned it, everyone realized what was going on.

The two garrisons had more than 4,000 men, and half of them were French. Facing the rebel army, which was twice their number, the French wouldn't back down even if they had to fight them head-on, let alone attack.

However, the garrisons stayed in the city and didn't do anything. They couldn't possibly say that they were peace-loving and couldn't bear to kill, right?

If they didn't want the merit that was delivered to their doorstep, then either the garrisons in the city were out of their minds, or there weren't enough garrisons in the city and they didn't dare to go out to fight.

Fajinhan said, "It's likely that Adolf took the garrisons with him when he passed by. Now, Ugsur is an empty city.

We can test it tomorrow. If it's empty, then we'll take the city and cut off the French army's logistics. "

Don't ask why it was tomorrow and not today. If you asked, it was because they were in a bad mood today and didn't want to attack the city.

It couldn't be helped. The 8th Division was also a group of old soldiers. Hutier and the others had only taken over for a short period of time, and it was already not easy for them to barely follow orders.

It was impossible for them to drag their tired bodies into battle. This was already proven during the march. As long as the marching intensity was increased, deserters would appear.

Their combat strength wasn't that great, and they relied on their numbers to hold up the fort. If they lost their advantage in numbers, how could they scare people?

After all, they were here to cause destruction. It was impossible to conquer Egypt with just these few people.

This required a strong "rebel army." Based on the classic Eastern rebellions that they had learned, everyone came to the conclusion that the most effective way was to become bandits.

Carrying hundreds of thousands of people and eating them all the way, it would be a mess. The destructive power was much greater than directly burning, killing, and looting.

As the saying went, there was strength in numbers. Even if the situation wasn't right, with so many people as cover, it would be easy to escape and hide.

Although the 8th Division was a bit useless, they were the seeds of the bandits. Every soldier would be a small leader in the future, and they couldn't be easily abandoned.

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In the city of Ugsur, Mayor Ole was currently greeting Governor Adolf's family, completely forgetting who had insisted on sending the garrisons there to take credit.

The enemy was at the gates of the city, and the garrisons were outside. The upper-class people in Ugsur were panicking.

The butcher's knife of the rebels didn't recognize people. Once Ugsur was breached, all of these big shots wouldn't have an easy time.

Many of the rich people whose roots weren't here had already abandoned the city and fled. As long as there was a horse, the two-legged rebels outside the city most likely wouldn't be able to catch up to them.

Without the army, the police were responsible for force. Police Chief Anthony: "Mr. Mayor, we have already issued a notice to recruit young and strong people to defend the city.

But this is far from enough. There are as many as a division of rebels outside the city, and with our strength, we won't be able to hold them off for long. "

Although Ugsur was a colony, it was also a hinterland city. It had been controlled by the French for more than ten or twenty years, and the world had long been at peace.

As the saying went, "When the world is at peace, the horses are free to go to Nanshan." The military value in the city had also dropped very much.

The originally valiant colonization team had now become companies and started regular businesses.

At most, they had a few dozen underlings to be responsible for guarding the place. Hundreds and thousands of armed teams had long since become history.

In the territory of the Egyptians, there were no surprises. The majority of Ugsur was still Egyptian, and there were only about a thousand or eight hundred real French people.

In normal years, Ugsur's garrison was only a battalion. Those two regiments were temporarily put together because of the rebels' plundering.

After putting it together once, Ugsur naturally couldn't stand it again. Now that young and strong people were recruited to defend the city, in fact, most of them were Egyptians, and the number of French was very limited.

As colonists, now they not only had to defend the city, but they also had to guard against the Egyptians in the city and the rebels outside the city.

The mayor of Olay rubbed his forehead and said, "I have sent a telegram asking for help. It may be that something happened at the front line, and Governor Adolf did not immediately reply.

But you can rest assured that I have also sent a telegram asking for help to the cities of Qina, Giljah, Akhmim, and other cities in the rear. Reinforcements will arrive in a week at most. "

A week was the most optimistic estimate. Now that the governor was uncontactable at the front line, there was no one to mobilize, and it was unknown whether the several cities that did not belong to each other would be willing to send troops.

It was true that they watched each other, but people were selfish, and the bureaucrats were the best of the best. Before rescuing Ugsur, everyone had to think about their own safety first.

Especially the closest Qina area, which was less than 100 kilometers away, it could also be threatened by the rebels.

The reinforcements that could have arrived the fastest probably had to wait for the reinforcements to arrive later and confirm that their own safety was guaranteed before they would really send troops.

Just as everyone was making military deployments, a radio operator suddenly rushed in. "Mr. Mayor, Isner has sent an urgent telegram."

Olay frowned and took the telegram while suppressing his dissatisfaction. When he opened it, his face instantly turned pale, and his whole person was listless.

Anthony's eyes and hands were sharp, he promptly helped Ole, who had exhausted all of his strength, to sit down on a chair, and ordered the attendant: "Quickly call the doctor over."

Sitting down to catch his breath, the old Olay waved his hand to stop him. "No need, I'm fine.

I was just scared by the bad news at the front line. I'll be fine after a while. "

Hearing this answer, everyone's expression tensed up. The rebels were at the gates of the city, but Olay only frowned and did not panic at all.

A piece of news that could scare the well-informed Mr. Mayor like this was definitely not a normal piece of bad news.

Police Chief Anthony hurriedly asked, "Mr. Mayor, what happened?"