Chapter 815:
Chapter 798.
The 8th division of the insurgent army, which had just come out of the desert and was approaching the city of Ughsul, had not yet had the chance to launch an attack when they were greeted by the choppy waters of the Nile.
Fortunately, this place is already far away from the Aswan Dam, the flood water has long been dispersed in all directions, and although the downstream water level has been raised, it has not reached the point of flooding the city.
Looking at the flowing Nile, Lt. Colonel Hutil sighed, “Order the troops to take up position, rest for a day first, and send out scouts to figure out what’s happening upstream as soon as possible.”
Even though he didn’t know exactly what had happened, Hutil knew that it must have something to do with that Lieutenant General Jarrett.
Faginhan: “I can tell from the water level that the insurgents blew up the Aswan Dam, I just don’t know what the outcome of the battle was.
If we were able to hit the French army hard, then sending us to sneak over here in secret would be more than just a feint to attack Ughsul.”
The people present were all elites in the Austrian army, and the changes in the situation on the battlefield could not be hidden from everyone’s eyes.
The original order from the insurgent headquarters to the 8th division was: to secretly sneak in, feint at Ugsule to attract the French main force back to reinforcement, and to buy time for the insurgent army.
Said to sneak in, in fact nearly ten thousand troops marching, it is impossible to erase all the traces.
At first, Hutil and others were prepared to be ambushed by the French, and were cautious along the way, even taking a detour from the desert.
However, it turned out that they were completely overthinking it, and the French didn’t take them seriously at all.
Come to think of it, there are still a bunch of tribes in Egypt these days, and it’s not like tribal melees of a few thousand people are rare, though not unheard of.
The eighth division was originally a grassroots team, marching in disarray, not even a uniform uniform, looks like civilians more than soldiers.
So much so that when they arrived at the bottom of the city of Ughsur, the French did not react. If not too tired to march, Hutier would have taken advantage of the opportunity to attack the city.
Of course, this could only be thought about. The 8th Division was not even a look-alike, and if they really ordered an attack on the city at this time, no one could guarantee what this group of rabble would do.
Fort Streithausen said grimly, ”Judging from the current situation, perhaps we’ve all underestimated Jarrett, and he’s not as idiotic as he seems on the surface.
The city of Ughsul is located in the middle of the Nile River, and all the logistical supplies of the French army have to transit from here. Once we launch an attack, the French will inevitably return.
If the battle in the Aswan area doesn’t go well, we’ll be the outcasts attracting the French firepower, buying time for the main force of the insurrection to move.
If the flooding works and the insurgents are victorious, we’ll be right in the way of the French retreat.
We will certainly not be able to stop the French army in its heyday, but the defeated French army will be a different story.
Not to say that we can annihilate them, but we can still bully the stragglers. After we stop them here, we might be able to leave most of the French behind.”
When they were just starting out, they were taught a lesson by the “trash” they looked down on. For these young officers, the blow is really a bit big.
The atmosphere in the tent was immediately suppressed, the older Hutier was the first to react: “Okay, no need to speculate.
Sending us over is to learn a lesson, these things can’t be learned in school, no one will take it seriously without experiencing it first hand.
No matter what Jarrett’s plan is, it’s still us who will make the choice in the end. Whether or not we go along with the plan depends on whether or not it aligns with our mission.”
Comfort, nonexistent. Soldiers weren’t that fragile, if they couldn’t take such a small blow, then they should go home before it was too late, those who weren’t strong enough inside weren’t fit to enter the military.
Returning to his senses, Major Potiorek smiled, “The Lieutenant Colonel is right, we are here to learn.
If a British Lieutenant General, is so easily seen through by us, then this world is too simple.
By the way, have you guys noticed that there’s something wrong with the situation in Ugsule?
It is said that there are two garrison regiments in the city, and one of them is made up entirely of Frenchmen. It’s surprising that they didn’t take advantage of the fact that we haven’t gained a foothold and send out troops to attack us.”
Without saying anything, the crowd reacted when Major Potiorek mentioned it.
The two garrison regiments amounted to more than four thousand men, half of which were made up of Frenchmen, and in the face of twice the number of indigenous rebels, not to mention sending out troops to attack, even in a head-on duel the French wouldn’t wimp out.
However, the defenders of the city just nestled inside the city and did nothing. It couldn’t be said that they were peace-loving and couldn’t bear to kill, could it?
If you don’t want to take the battle credit that is sent to your door, either the guarding officers in the city are out of their minds; or the number of guards in the city is insufficient and they don’t dare to go out of the city to fight.
Faginhan: ”It’s likely that Adolf took the city’s garrison with him on his way when he passed by, and now Ughsul is an empty city.
Tomorrow we can test the waters, if it is an empty city then we will capture the city and cut off the logistics of the French army.”
Don’t ask why tomorrow and not today, asking means that people are having a bad day and don’t want to attack the city – only weird.
It couldn’t be helped that the 8th Division was also a bunch of old men. Hutier and the others had taken over for too short a period of time, and to be able to barely do what they were told was already very difficult.
Trying to get everyone to drag their tired bodies into battle was impossible. This had been proven during the march, as soon as the intensity of the march was increased, desertions would appear.
The fighting strength is not good, all rely on the crowd to support the empty frame, if the advantage of “more people” are gone, then how to scare people?
You have to realize that we are here to wreak havoc. Relying on such a small number of people, want to sweep Egypt is simply impossible.
This will need to grow the “insurgent army team”, according to the classic cases of rebellion in the East, we have unanimously concluded that the most effective method is – as a rogue.
Hold hundreds of thousands of people, all the way to eat the past, is a mess. The destructive power is much greater than directly burning and looting.
As the saying goes, many people are powerful, even if the momentum is not right, there are so many people as a cover, throw down the large force to run away is also easy to hide.
Although the eighth division is a bit useless, but these are the seeds of the roving bandits, every soldier is a future leader, can not easily give up.
……
Uggsul City, the ancient and rare Ole Mayor is now greeting Governor Adolf’s entire family, completely forgetting who was the one who insisted on shoving the garrison over there to mix up the credits in the first place.
With the enemy under the city and the garrison out and about, the upper class people of Ughsul City panicked.
The rebel’s butcher’s knife does not recognize people, once the city of Ugh Suhr is broken, all of these big names will not want to live well.
Many of the rich people whose roots are not on this side have already abandoned the city and fled. As long as they have a horse, the two-legged rebels outside the city will most likely not be able to catch up with them.
In the absence of the army, the police are the force to be reckoned with, Police Commissioner Anthony: “Mr. Mayor, we’ve already put out a notice to enlist young men to guard the city.
But that’s not enough, the rebels outside the city are as many as a division, we won’t be able to hold them off for long with our forces.”
Although Ughsul was a colony, it was also an inland hinterland city that had been controlled by the French for a decade or two, and had long since been at peace with the world.
As the saying goes, “The world is at peace, the horse is at peace”, and the force value in the city has also dropped very much.
The original tough colonial team has now become a company, doing regular business.
At most, they would keep dozens of minions to watch over the scene. Hundreds and thousands of armed teams, that had long since become history.
In Egyptian territory, no surprises, the city of Ughsur is still predominantly Egyptian, and the real French are only about a thousand or so.
In normal years, the garrison of Ughsur was only one battalion. Those two regiments were still improvised as a result of the rebel ravages.
Once put together, once again Ugh Sul will naturally not be able to stand. The young men who were being recruited to defend the city were in fact Egyptians, and the number of Frenchmen was very limited.
As colonizers, they now not only had to defend the city, but also to guard against the Egyptian population inside the city, and the rebels outside the city inside and outside.
Mayor Guggenheim Ole rubbed his forehead and said, “I have already sent a telegram for help, probably because of the change of events on the front line, Governor Adolf did not call back immediately.
But don’t worry, I’ve also sent telegrams for help to the cities in the rear such as Kina, Gilja, and Aihmim, and reinforcements will arrive in a week at most.”
A week was the most optimistic estimate, now that the Governor could not be contacted at the front, no one was mobilizing in the middle, and several cities that were not under each other’s control, whether they were willing to send troops or not was an unknown.
It’s true that we watch each other’s backs, but people are selfish, and bureaucrats are the best of the best. Before rescuing Ughur, the first thing on everyone’s mind is their own safety.
This is especially true of the nearest region of Kina, which is less than a hundred kilometers away and equally at risk from the rebels.
The reinforcements that could have arrived the fastest were expected to wait until all the reinforcements from behind had arrived, and only after making sure that their own safety was guaranteed would they actually send troops.
While everyone was making their military deployments, a telegraph operator suddenly barged in, “Mr. Mayor, an urgent telegram from Isna.”
Ancient Hei Ole frowned, forcibly holding back his dissatisfaction as he took the telegram. When he opened it, his face instantly paled, and his entire body lost its spirit.
Anthony’s quick eyes and hands, in time to help Guglielmo to sit down on a chair, which has drained the strength of the whole body, and commanded the attendants, “Quickly call the doctor over.”
After sitting down and taking a breath, the aged Guglielmo waved his hand and stopped, “No, I’m fine.
Just now I was just stunned by the bad news from the front line, so I’ll be fine after a bit of a reprieve.”
Hearing this answer, the crowd’s complexion tensed up. The rebel army was approaching the city, and Guxi Ao Lai Du only frowned and did not panic in the slightest.
A single piece of news that could scare the knowledgeable Mr. Mayor to such a state was surely not the usual bad news.
Police Commissioner Anthony hurriedly asked, “Mr. Mayor, what happened?”
In a hurry, too late to write chapter names
(End of chapter)