The British "Perfect Strategy"

Lieutenant Colonel Huthier interrupted, "All right, you two, stop playing around. We don't need anyone livening up the mood right now. Hurry up and think of countermeasures!"

Potiorek waved his hand helplessly. "All right, Colonel. But given the current situation, I don't think there's any need to formulate strategy or tactics.

The rebel main force is made up of this sort of rabble. One can only imagine what their assorted irregulars are like. It won't be easy enough just getting them onto the battlefield.

Frankly speaking, I'm not optimistic about this mission in the slightest. I now fully agree with His Excellency the Governor: first learn how to stay alive on the battlefield.

What matters most right now is taking command of the army, then giving this motley crew some basic training—at the very least, teaching them to obey orders."

Jokes aside, Potiorek was not so hard-headed as to lead a mob against Cairo.

The French Army was still highly intimidating in this day and age. No one dared underestimate them.

With the rebels' current strength, let alone capturing Cairo, even spreading the flames of war to the Nile Delta would be a miracle in military history.

Regular armies had regular ways of fighting; mobs had mobs' ways of fighting. They were all greenhorns, so naturally there was no room for such refinements.

Strategy and tactics were entirely superfluous for an army of rabble. They simply could not be carried out.

Lieutenant Colonel Huthier nodded. "Since you recognize that, it seems my worries were unnecessary.

But we are not entirely without opportunities. Failing to defeat the main French forces does not mean we cannot defeat the Egyptian colonial troops.

When the time comes, let Mahdi's people hold down the French main force. We will focus on sabotage.

I hear Egypt