Chapter 403 A reckless battle plan (please follow up)


Chapter 403: Reckless Battle Plan (please read it later)
Seeing Ney stroking her chest and saluting, Moreau waved his hand casually:

"Oh, you don't need to be too grateful. God's Guidance Cavalry only comes to follow honor."

Ney hesitated and really wanted to kick this aristocratic man with a hateful face.

He took a deep breath and said: "I still want to thank you for your reinforcements. However, it is us who guard Tamilai after all."

"Oh?" Moro glanced at the Tunisian queue aside, "If they hadn't held back the enemy, you and your people would have been able to stand outside the town of Tamirai."

"They are also commanded by me..."

"No, no," Morrow smiled like a little fox who stole a chicken, "I ordered them to defend in the west of the city. If you don't believe me, you can ask your messenger. Well, I hope he was not killed in action."

Ney hesitated again and winked at his attendant. The latter left quickly and ran back a moment later, nodding to him and saying, "Sir Lieutenant, this is indeed the order from Lieutenant Moreau."

"God……"

More than half an hour later, the other soldiers brought by Ney finally completed the team and caught up.

Later, the remaining noble cavalry also arrived, but most of them came on foot.

In order to rush for time, Moreau selected 150 cavalrymen with better riding skills and asked others to hand over their horses to them. With three horses per person, they galloped all the way to catch up with the reinforcement Ney.

After the nobles and commoners cooperated for a time, they seemed to be less tit-for-tat than before, and they immediately returned to Tamirai City together.

Outside the city hall, Ney glanced at the setting sun and said to Moreau: "It seems that the Moroccans will not come again today."

"So, we can go have dinner?"

Ney rolled his eyes at him without leaving any trace, then turned and walked toward the west of the city: "Let the soldiers build a parapet at this moment. It will be useful when the enemy attacks tomorrow."

"The parapet?" Moreau frowned, "Are you planning to defend this place?"

"Of course, otherwise why would we fight to stop the Moroccans today?"

Moro waved his hand disapprovingly: "Didn't you hear the news? The Moroccan army has at least tens of thousands of people, and together we...oh, how many soldiers did you bring?"

"855 people. Now there are only 782 people left."

"Well, we have less than 1,800 people in total. Including Tunisian soldiers, there are only 2,000 people." Moro gestured around, "If we stay here, we will be surrounded immediately. There is no fortress in this town."

"What are you afraid of?" Ney snorted coldly, "General Scherer must have learned that there is an attack here, and his army will arrive in three or four days."

"We can't hold on here for two days."

"able."

"cannot."

"It's up to you. You can take the people away and I'll guard Tamirai myself."

"Are you sure?"

"……No."

"That's reckless." Morrow immediately added without waiting for the other party to get angry, "Since we have to be reckless, why don't we use a method with a higher success rate?"

Ney looked at him with some surprise: "What are your ideas?"

"It's very simple, leave the Tunisian soldiers and your wounded in the town." Moro said, "Well, the number may not be enough, so leave the servants as well."

More than half of the nobles brought servants with them. These servants have been exposed to training to some extent and have some combat capabilities.

"So there will be nearly a thousand people in the city. Let them disguise themselves as us. We will go to the south of Tamirai."

Ney subconsciously said: "What are you going to do?"

"Of course they are pretending to be General Scherer's troops." Moreau smiled slyly.

Before dawn the next day, the noble army and the civilian army left Tamirai together. Ney glanced at the large trucks of logistics supplies, then looked back at the town, turning his head to Moreau uneasily:

"Where did you get these things? They couldn't have been stolen..."

"You are insulting me." Morrow pretended to be angry, "These are all recruited for us by the municipal commissioner overnight."

"Ah? But you don't have the right to recruit people."

They were all here to replenish the soldiers of Scherer's army. They didn't even have numbers before officially reporting, let alone recruiting supplies.

"Well, I told them that it was General Scherer who authorized it."

"God!" Ney leaned closer nervously and whispered, "This will be court-martialed!"

"So you better pray we win."

"I will pray for you."

"No, it's for you."

"I?"

"Well, I told them to relay your order."

"…You are such a bastard."

The two led their respective troops to more than 10 kilometers away from Tamirai before choosing a highland to camp. The camp was built more than twice as big as they needed.

Soon, Moreau's hussars came to report: "Sir Lieutenant, the Moroccans have begun to attack Tamirai. There are more than 3,000 enemy troops."

Ney was shocked: "Let's go to the rescue quickly!"

Moreau looked at his pocket watch, shook his head and said, "No need, 1,000 people can definitely defend the city for four or five hours. And it will be dark in two hours."

He put away his watch: "Everyone, have a good rest. We will take the initiative to attack early tomorrow morning. That will be like the momentum of General Scherer."

The next day.

Agold, the black general of Morocco, looked through the telescope at the nearly 5,000 troops surrounding Tamirai, with a sneer in his eyes.

There should be less than two thousand French troops in the town, maybe Tunisian troops, but as long as their own troops launch an attack, they will definitely be able to capture this place today.

Although it was one day later than Saeed Pasha hoped, he was still able to capture the port of Bizerte before the main French army returned for reinforcements.

He waved his finger to the attendant beside him, and a low trumpet sound soon sounded all around, and more than a dozen cannons immediately began to pour cannonballs into the town.

Agold looked at the battered wooden fence outside Tamirai, and was about to order the entire army to attack when he saw two cavalrymen rushing over and saluted him:

"General, a French army appears on our right flank and seems to be launching an attack."

"Huh? How many people are there?"

"It's not clear yet. They have so many vigilance cavalry that it's difficult to get close."

Where did this large group of French troops come from around here? Agold thought for a moment, then turned his horse and drove south.

Still some distance away from the right wing of the Moroccan army, Agold heard the rumble of artillery.

He counted silently in his mind and there should be more than 15 cannons. This is definitely the main force of the French army!
Could it be that the Scherer Corps has arrived?
To be cautious, Agold quickly pulled back the troops besieging Tamirai and deployed a defensive front on the south side.

Not far from the Moroccan army, a group of French soldiers were filling gunpowder into a dozen iron barrels wrapped in cowhide, hammering them tightly, sealing them with soil, and then igniting the gunpowder from the small hole in the back of the iron barrels.

Suddenly the fire burst out and made a series of deafening roars.

(End of chapter)

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